#pass rhe happy

[heartofmuse]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Thank you @ends-2-beginnings for the tag.

1. Reading has always been my first joy. Ever since I was small it gave me such happiness. It was a refuge, a place for wisdom, for imagination. It still is.

2 . Writing as it is now part of my soul, this sharing and outpouring of words that makes me feel so plentiful and happy.

3. Being outside, enjoying nature, gazing up at the sky, looking at the beauty all around me.

4. Being with the people I love and making them feel loved, my family, my friends.

5. Exercising. I love going out running and lifting weights, yoga, aerobics, really all types of exercise and swimming.

I am tagging @esuemmanuel @unmondefou @followcb @soulwr1ter @michaelbogild @lucentserenity @definegodliness @eighthseawritings @dg-fragments @gvnther-vitriol

Of course no obligation and just for fun

#tag game #poets of tumblr #writers on tumblr #for fun #fun stuff #pass rhe happy

[rustystars]

jabitha romantic psychological thriller. opens with the two of them on the road, driving from town to town chasing mysteries. she drives, he writes. she keeps hitting birds. they're making a map of diners in the area based on how good their milkshakes are. archie's pissed & won't call them. jughead keeps repeating himself. new greasy spoon but the waitress already knows them. blood on the tires. they call & no one picks up. he swears they've been here before. he's better at sign than he used to be. his hands know the movements. there's a star in the sky and they're back on the road. they've been here before. she says she'll handle the birds, just stay in the car, head in your hands. she drags rafael's newest body off the road. they've been here before because they can't leave: they can have a lifetime together in a timeloop, but if he remembers they'll have to go back home. so he can't figure it out. riverdale loses a second for their every hour. rafael's got wings of a bird & a deadline to meet & a comet looming closer, closer. no one notices they're gone so long as they keep on driving. a day infinitum. a lifetime together. so long as she keeps resetting & pressing her foot to the pedal. so long as he never remembers.

#riverdale #jabitha #told from. tabitha's perspective. only slowly revealed that SHE'S the one that trapped them in the loop #out of grief over losing riverdale... she doesnt wanna die she wants to live! she wants jug to live! #forget that her powers are confined to rhe diner. theyre Everywhere now #i imaginr theyre just cycling through the same couple towns. same couple dozen diners. the franticity in her lies... #hes happy he loves her he just. cannot remember that the comet is beat. or he'll wanna go back & she'll lose him :( #meanwhile the loop is like. couple weeks theyre living while no time has passed at all in riverdale #rafael meanwhile is like tabitha come onnnn you know i'm in love with you. take your cringe fail boyfriend home #& she (grief crazy) keeps killing his physcial bodies so he has to go find a new one before restarting the argument

[happyk44]

I think one of my favourite moments in my possessive!Percy fic was when Nico told him about how he could kill someone just by touching them, especially that he tended to unlock that power when he was sick or injured without meaning, and it made him terrified to touch or be touched by anyone for years.

And Percy hears all of that. And kisses his palm anyway.

#no joke i thought people would comment on that scene more but it does happen fairly early on in the fic so i get why its passed aside #for the sheer insanity that is the rest of rhe story lmao #its not even about the you can't hurt me #it's about the you could hurt me and i would be okay with that #happy talks about his stories

[rainbowonice]

They really just said FUCK character development and let’s go full on hypocrisy on both Eddie w/ “you should never date someone you met on a call” just to go on a date with a girl he met during a call in witch he didn’t even.. interacted with?? She was the first latina available woman and they rolled with it (so blandly racist btw after Shannon all of his interest has been latino women??) and Buck “i don’t want to pick the wrong couch again” and then picking a couch with a girl that he had 3 dates in total, two ending terribly, she’s/was obsessed over his death, she got jealous of his past after 1 date, judged him and left saying the seme exact works Taylor said to him when they broke up. And yet she’s the right one for Gods knows what reason.

This isn’t even about Buddie just a bit shh it’s about ruining two characters for the sake of an heteronormative happy ending that makes no sense at all. They really thought that this was going to be the season finale and instead of just leave them single they HAD to pair them with some women as if Eddie wasn’t a whole homosexual

#911 #and oliver saying that we would be happy with this ending when it was the WORST emdinh they could give us #and him absolutely shitting over the couch theory #i know someone will read this as misogynistic or whatever #but who gives a FUCK about two characters that combined had 10 minutes screentime #and one was terrible for her whole 7 minutes the constant oh So Cool ISTG #and marisol doesn’t even have a last name 💀 #im so mad its 4am and im still sick and YET #i didnt watch pass rhe kiss scene cuz it started lagging and I didn’t want to see anymore out of anger #so idk how he actually asked her on a date or how chris was involved and i dont wven want to know. #911 on fox #buddie

[obsessed-with-wwe-women]

It's a Scream, Baby

Ghostface!R. Ripley x fem!reader

cw: 18+, domme rhea, sub reader, fingering, dirty talk, degradation + praise, strap-on use, possesive rhea?, knife/blood play, mask kink, basically rhea fucking reader in a ghostface mask

happy halloween babies 😚 / not proofread, may be spelling errors - plus i gave up halfway through so this isn't my best

You were getting ready at your vanity for a party Liv invited you and Rhea to; Rhea wasn't home yet, she was still at the gym.

You had finally finished putting your outfit together, You and Rhea we're going as ghostface and you were going to be her victim. Your outfit was basic, just a cream colored sweater with a black skirt; somewhat similar to Casey's from the original film.

You decided to send a photo in your group chat with rhea and a few other friends, including Liv, hoping responses could give you a second opinion. After hesitating you finally hit send, only having to wait a few seconds before a response came through.

-

Livvy 🩵

damn girl, you look HOT! Rhea's lucky 😩

me

ugh, stop it you're gonna make me blush if you keep it up

-

Putting your phone down, you look in the mirror to look for anything that needs fixing. Noticing your lips were already starting to smear, you decided to start with that.

You were touching up your lipstick when you heard your phone ding behind you. Not bothering to go check it, you continued what you were doing. As you put your lipstick down, you heard the front door open.

"Rhea?" You yelled, no answer. "Rhe? Are you home?" Again, no answer. You turn towards your bedroom door, contemplating on if you should go down or not. With a sigh, you call Barry over (who was sleeping on the bed), to come downstairs with you.

"Rhea?" You called out again. Reaching the bottom of the steps, you turn into the kitchen only to be met with a hand pulling your head back by your hair. You gasped, going to scream but a hand clasped over your mouth. "Shhh, baby."

Still freaked out, you try squirming out of the persons hold. The sound of Rhea's voice doesn't immediately register to you, but the scent of cologne was familiar enough that part of you knew. The cool blade of a pocket knife is pressed against your neck in a millisecond, and without thinking a soft moan leaves your lips. "Dirty girl." Rhea husks into your ear.

That time, you heard it, almost instantly relaxing into her touch. She chuckles, pressing the blade just a little harder. "Knew you'd fuckin fold the moment you found out it was me." She teased, voice echoing under the mask as she removed her hand from your mouth.

"Should've known it was you. I mean, we both agreed on the costume, didn't we?" You giggled, tilting your head back against her shoulder. The hand that was originally clasping over your mouth was now gripping your hip, playing with your waistband.

"Rhea, we have to leave in 20 minutes." You sigh. "Hm, yeah. Gives me plenty of time to fuck you though, right?" She whispered next to your ear as her free hand started rubbing up and down your thigh, slowly inching higher.

A soft gasp left your lips, absent-mindedly spreading your legs wider. "No.." You muttered under your breath, biting your lip when her gloved hand sneaks up your skirt and over your panties. "Upstairs, on the bed. I'd take off anything you don't want ripped in half before I get there." She ordered, tapping your ass before you quickly ran back upstairs. You discarded your sweater and skirt, deciding to keep your underwear on for her to take off.

Not even a minute passed before she was walking through your bedroom door, quickly shutting it before making her way over to you. "I love seeing you like this, y'know?" Rhea spoke as she ran her hands down your body, starting at you tits and ending at your waistband. Her hands gripped the lace, tearing it in half. "God, already? Fuckin' pathetic." She chuckled, running her middle fingers through your slit and rubbing at your clit before pushing into you with ease.

You let out a soft moan, hand reaching up to grip her forearm. "Fuck," you sigh, closing your eyes. "Look at me, Y/n." Rhea said, almost immediately as she curled her fingers into your sweet spot. A high pitched whine left your lips as you opened your eyes, looking up at her. She still had her costume on; leather gloves, black ripped jeans, corset top, ghostface mask and that tiny little knife hooked to her pocket.

"You love this, don't you, slut?" Rhea's fingers sped up as she tilted her head. "Liv can only dream to be the one doing this to you, huh? Every night, making you cum over and over, fuckin' you til you cry." You knew the text from Liv set her off after that, so of course you'd play into it. "Mhm, but guess what?" You started, breathing ragged. "You're the only one who gets to fuck me, to touch me. I'm all yours, mommy." You added the extra whine to your voice that you knew she liked.

"That's right." Was all she said before her free hand undid her belt and pants, pulling the strap out. She pulled her fingers out, wiping them on your stomach. "All mine. I think I should prove it."

You giggled, spreading your legs for her. "Needy girl." Rhea teased as she ran the tip through your folds, purposely bumping against your clit before slipping into you. "I wanna see you," You whimpered, hands tugging at the mask.

"Yeah?" She husked, pumping into you at a slow pace. "Please, please," Your voice was barely above a whisper as she sped up. "Mmm, tempting, but no."

One of her hands reached for the knife, opening it and pressing it against your thigh. "So many things I could do with this little thing, huh?" Rhea hinted, gently sliding it across your skin.

A mix of fear and arousal spread through your body as you felt a small tinge of pain that quickly turned into pleasure shoot through you. As herhips remained occupied, she was carving wards onto your thighs, talking to you as your moans and whines for more filled the room.

"Taking me so well, slut. God, if only you could see how pathetic you look like right now." She chuckled as she brought the knife to her tongue, licking off the little bit of blood that got on it. "I should take a picture. Look, Y/n." She grabbed your hair and pulled you up, forcing you to look at the words she wrote on your thighs.

"Rhea's" on the Left, "Bitch" on the right, blood still dripping from the letters. Rhea brought her middle finger down to the letter 'T' on your right leg, getting blood on it and sticking it to your lips. "Suck, bitch." She smirked, hips not stopping for a second.

You took her finger into your mouth, moaning around it as you felt your orgasm getting closer. She removed her finger from your lips, stroking your cheek as she grinned. "Such a good little whore for me." Rhea praised before pushing you back onto the bed, thrusting into you with more force.

"Fuck!" You moaned, head tossing back as she began hitting your spot repeatedly. "Gonna cum, baby?" Rhea asked, hands rubbing at your sides. All you could do was nod, pleasure clouding your mind. "Think she could make you feel like this, huh? Come on baby, who's making you feel this good?" She whispered, thumb pressing against your clit in small circles.

"You," you mumbled under your breath. "Louder." Rhea spat, rubbing faster as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter as you tried to hold it off. "You!" you said, louder this time. "Cum, baby. Scream my fucking name." She ordered. "Fuck, Rhea!" Crying out, you dig your nails into her shoulders as your back arched, vision going blank. "There we go, good girl." Rhea smiled, slowing down to help your ride it out.

Once you recovered, she pulled out, pulling her mask over her head and laying down between your thighs to clean you up. Her tongue pushed between your folds, softly sucking on your clit and prodding at your entrance. You squirmed, quiet whines leaving your lips. "Shh, I know baby." She mumbled against you. Rhea came back up a minute later, kissing you.

"I think we may be late." You giggled, pulling your sweater down over your head. "Please, that was only 15 minutes." She grinned as she put your skirt back on you and put the mask back on.

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley imagine #wwe x reader #ghostface!rhea

[kurosstuff]

🍯

Can you do lute x female!reader, reader uses a strapon on lute and wing play is involved. 👀

Oh my~ honestly this- was fun to write- I never wrote wingplay stuff before so! Hopefully you enjoyed it~?

Warning(s): wing kink, strap on use(on lute), vanilla but not at the same time? Idk. Lutes rude at the begining(she's just nervous) overestimated(lute) couple mentions of "breeding"/"being bred"

Im- gonna jump right into it- HELP I- KINDA WENT ALMOST ALL IN ISH?

Lute x reader

It took a while to get Lute to even THINK of bottoming. Much less allow you to even use a strap on her. She's more then happy to use it on you but for her? The thought didn't exactly appeal to her. But- promising to try it once and never bring it up unless she allowed it(that and a bunch of.. kisses) then? She entertained the idea

And that's how she was. On your shared bed with a deep scowl, completely naked. If it weren't for the deep flush on her face. And how her wings puffed up, threatening to expand? You'd assume she was pissed(she was, but that's besides the point)

"The fuck is taking so long?" She growled our glaring at rhe bedroom door "God lute. Calm down, won't you, baby? I'm making sure it's all strapped on!" At that? She growled, looking away with a deep snarl.

A couple minutes passed by before the door finally opened "fucking finall-" her words cut in her throat seeing the toy. Not like the one she uses no- it was so much bigger "what the fuck is that? That's what you picked?" She growled out glaring at you flushed darkly making you smirk moving close to her

"What~? Lute, you scared?" You teased, kissing her, gently biting at her lips, ignoring her protests of 'hell nos!' Sighing "babe.. if you don't wanna do this we don't gotta. We can- like cuddle or something?" Making her stop. As if weighing jer options before shaking her head

Grumbling, she huffed. "No. Its.. fine. Just you picked a bigger one then I tho- oh fuck you don't get so fucking smug" she snarled out glaring at you flushed embarrassed of the whole thing snickering kissing her again

"Sorry baby~ now... can you bend over for me~? Wanna see those gorgeous wings of yours~" Purring out pouring liquid onto the toy watching her do exactly what you asked of her smirking at how they fluttered at the praise "you always get like this when I compliment your wings~" getting onto the bed feeling her entrance gently "excited I see~" Purring out seeing her wings fluttered pushing the tip on her entrance slowly pushing into her stopping half way

"Fuck~," Lute whimpered out, grinding back against you. Hiding her face into the pillow "more~ g-give me more~" feeling you push all the way in, smirking down at her. Moving to hold her waist pounding into her gently

"Easy now lute~," you purred, watching her under you moaning loudly clawing at the sheets. "I've got you~ gonna get faster, ok baby?" Pounding into her faster - harder. Holding her waist, squeezing her gently panting

"Would think you're trying to breed me, Dove~?" She gasped out, bending more bouncing against her, making you hum in thought, biting your lip at how much of a "switch' just occurred. How she's eager to submit to you all the sudden

"Maybe I want to breed you, Lute~." Pounding faster into her ignoring how the bed shook under the both of you barely starting to hit the wall knowing a bit of roughness? She could handle "would you blame me?" You purred out, watching her wings fluttering, flapping slowly.

Smirking at a "cruel" thought, "i wonder~" sensitive here, too?" Moving a free hand to rub at her wings, going all over her delicate wings, pushing all the tight places, hearing her sob moaning louder for you."yeah~ that sensitive, huh baby?" Purring out your pace unrelenting as you took her in your bed.

Watching her wings expand as if to show off to you. As if to signal to you about being a good mate for you. "God gorgeous baby~ yeah? Wanting to mate me, yeah?" Pounding rougher into hrr leaning to kiss where her wings met "wow~ shaking this much?" Seeing her nod so drunk off you from being overestimated. "God~ can't wait to breed you~"

Ever so gently leaning to bite at a part of her wings watching her arch her back, screaming your name out, smirking kissing the mark cooing "couldn't help myself gorgeous ~ I'm sorry" pounding faster watching as she slumped laying under you sobbing out from the pleasure "more~" hearing a broken whimper from her. Ignoring how the bed shook now, hitting the wall harshly creaking under you both from the unrelenting pace.

Panting heavily moving to tower over her kissing her neck praising her as you marked her ip moving faster in her "doing so good~ you close my love?" Purring against her neck watching her nod humming, they smirked, pounding faster in her before humming, rubbing her wings, watching her shake.

"Go ahead~"

At that? With a loud sob screaming out your name- lute came. Slumping down under your wings popping up, spreading as you cooed gently slowly pulling out, "That's my good girl~ I've got you~" whsipering, moving to clean her up gently laying next to her "liked it Lute?"

Grumbling glaring, she moved, cuddling up beside you, kissing you gently. "It was perfect~" Purring out panting wings fluttering .After I catch my breath, I'll pay you back my dove~", making you flush, smirking nodding

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #EVENT #lute smut

[e-m-ma-lmfao]

hi! i literally love how you write❤️

could you write a fluff with a little bit of nsfw (if you dont take nsfw requests, just do it all fluff, i love fluff so i doesnt bother me) with a fem reader x cloud?

here's how i want the story, but you can obviosuly change it to your preferences.

y/n was a childood friend of cloud,and she didnt see him in A LOT of years. then she encounters him and they basically talk about rhe the good old times. a month passes and it's y/n's birthday, they all celebrate at the bar and give y/n a present. then it's cloud turn to give her the present, and he gives her a boquet and a letter with some photos from much years ago. after that, he kisses her and she kisses back. after the birthday party, cloud was a little bit drunk so y/n took him at her house to take care of him and cloud gets all clingy and says things to y/n. (if you want to add some nsfw, you can add it in this part of the story)

thank you❤️

Happy Birthday Slowpoke

pairing : cloud strife x fem! reader

description : an unexpected reunion leads to birthday wishes, unspoken love confessions, and drunken kisses.

warnings : small make out sesh but no smut, drinking alcohol (clouds gets drunk)

Sector 7 gets quieter at night. Never silent. But quiet. Walking through the streets is much nicer at night when there aren't so many people pushing to get through. It’s easier to think. Easier to take in your surroundings. 

There’s a certain hum that brings you comfort as you walk through the nearly empty streets. You remember when you first came to Sector 7, nervous and scared, and still dealing with the aftershock of Nibelheim. 

Nibelheim. Cloud.

God. How was he still stuck so deep in your head after years? 

You missed him. Him and his stupid blond hair. 

It was embarrassing how fast your head would turn at the sight of any blond man. Any. Even children sometimes. You had to catch a second glance to make sure you hadn’t just seen your childhood friend run past you as he giggled with his friends. It was never him, but you hoped. 

The peace of your walk was disturbed by a man walking past you. Bright blond hair fluff led up like the feathers of a chocobo in black clothes, and heavy footsteps. He pays you no mind as he walks past you, but you force yourself to do a double take. 

But this man is different. Even with his back turned to you he feels familiar. His hair stands up, the way Clouds did when he was a child. He’s dressed in the garb of a SOLDIER with a big sword on his back, Clouds always promised he’d become a SOLDIER. And he even walks the same way Cloud would as a kid, trudging along his path, god forbid someone think of him as anything but independent.

It all feels too coincidental. And without thinking your lips open to speak, “Cloud?” 

“Hm?” The man turns, only his head and shoulder so as to not pay you too much care, to face you. And your mind is flooding with nostalgia.

You're running after a young boy, blond haired, breathless laughs leave yours and his mouths. 

“Cloud!!! Wait for me!!” You squeal after the older 

boy whose legs carry him much faster than you can keep up with. And your tired legs, mixed with your lack of available air, are making it harder to match his pace. 

For a minute you think he doesn’t hear you, or maybe, that he doesn't want to listen. But soon enough he skids to a stop, looking back at you as he pants lightly. He wears a stupid smile on his face, cheeks flushed.

“Sorry y/n.. I keep forgetting I’m too fast for you. Your little legs can’t keep up,” He teases and lets out a juvenile giggle.

Finally you meet his side, matching his breath, “They can so!”. 

“Yeah right slow poke.” A childlike pout appears on your face, fitting for an 8 year old you. Always pouting. Always following after Cloud. 

You were never really sure why Cloud kept you around. But when you were kids, it never really mattered for more than a second. You just liked being around him, and him you.

“It’s not fair. You're older, your legs are longer!” He smiles down at you, laughing between heavy breaths.

“Only a year older.” 

“Still!” He stays quiet for a minute, letting you catch your breath without teasing you further. 

When you finally straighten back up, he’s still showing a giddy smile on his lips. Without a word, he grabs your hand in his, and takes off running the same way he had been before. Only this time you can keep up with him, pulled behind him.

“Cloud!” 

“Hm?” He turns to look behind him, a wide smile full of teeth on his face and eyes bright and blue. Still hopeful. 

His eyes meet yours and you realize the same blue eyes are looking into yours, only they are tired and the hope of his youth has been long gone. Yours probably look the same, usually. But right now they are wide and beginning to tear up. And his pupils, blown in recognition, are nearly as wide as yours.

“Y/n?”

“Cloud!” In an instant you latched onto him, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. Your face squished against his hard chest, probably wetting the front of his tank top from the tears slipping from your eyes.

He’s hesitant, but eventually one hand lands on your back and the other grabs onto your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer to his body. When you were kids, hugs were nothing out of the ordinary, but this one feels so different. You’ve been longing to hug him since you were 13, longing to see him since you were 17.

It’s overwhelming, the amount of emotion flowing through your body. You're happy to see your best friend again. You're sad that you haven’t seen him in so long. And you're angry that he left without ever saying goodbye. 

“Y..you.. are you real?” 

You look up to find his voice, wiping away the wetness from your face. His hands move to touch your face, then to your shoulders and finally fall to his sides. 

“Yes, Cloud. I'm real. When..how.. It’s been years Cloud.” 

“I know.”

There are a million things you’d like to say to him. You’d like to scream at him and punch at his chest until he bruises, not likely you could hit him hard enough to leave any marks but you’d try. But then you want to hug him, and run through the streets with him hand and hand like when you were kids. You don’t know what to say to him, where to start, or if you even should. 

“I missed you.” 

“I know.” He doesn’t say it back, and the lack of emotion that he shows is almost aggravating. But you don’t make it known to him how annoyed you are at him for his underwhelming reaction to this reunion. 

You invite him back to your apartment and, with a lot of convincing no and many ‘pleases’, he agrees to join you for an hour tops. His hesitancy hurts your feelings, you don’t admit that to him though, god forbid he realize that you hadn’t changed much since you were young. Since he clearly had. 

“You can sit down, you know.” He raises his brows, your acknowledgment of his awkwardness unexpected, but he takes a seat at your small table. The chair he sits in is the perfect size for you, and while he’s not the tallest man you’ve ever encountered, he almost seems to not fit on it. 

He is so silent, it stirs up years of pent up sadness and frustration deep within you, and inside you deeper still a fury of anger festers. But you push it away, locking those emotions up for another night when you haven’t just stumbled into your best friend of 10 years after 4 years of being apart. And you offer him a drink. 

“Are you gonna tell me what you’ve been up to for the last 4 years?” He is silent, stoic, hides his face by taking a sip from the glass of water you offered him.

“Not tonight.” Your teeth grind together inside your mouth, holding back your tongue from spewing words better left unsaid. He must see the clench in your jaw, the anger and disappointment in your eyes, “But another time. I will.” 

You fill the rest of the night with slow, and awkward, conversation. He doesn't make much effort to initiate it, but he answers your earnest questions without any complaint. At least the ones that don’t involve his work, his past, his lack of a goodbye. So the night moves slowly.

It doesn’t feel like very long has passed at all by the time he tells you he has to leave. 

“Already?” 

“Yes. I’m sorry, my days are busy.” 

“Are you staying in Sector 7?” He nods, you're not appreciating this strong and silent thing he has going on. 

“Working?” Another nod. “Well..if you find yourself free next month, we’re celebrating my birthday at the Seventh Heaven..uh.. it’s Tifa's bar actually.!”

“I know.”

“Oh.. yeah I guess, you would’ve gone to see her.” 

“I didn’t go t- .. I’m sorry. I should go.” He walks to the door, posture straight and stoic expression broken by a look of pity for just a moment. You walk him out. 

You can’t help yourself from speaking as your eyes meet his back, your mind is lacking in self restraint tonight, “Will you come?” 

He faces you, mouth parted before a small smile plants itself there, “I’ll try, y/n, goodnight.” And he’s gone into the night with quickened steps.

“Hey! Have some faith in him. I’m sure he’ll make it.” Tifa leans over the counter with a bright smile, sliding a drink into your hands. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” 

The bar isn’t full, but the people that matter are here, most of them anyway. 

Biggs and Wedge, probably already tipsy based on the volume they're producing, are playing darts in the corner. Barret sits on the other end of the bar, Marlene seated beside him as they whisper between each other. And Tifa stands in front of you, a positive grin lingering on her face. 

“Y/n!” Marlene springs off the barstool, with the help of her father, and rushes over to you with a clumsily wrapped gift in her hands. 

“For me? Well thank you, Marlene.” You smile down at her, gently taking the gift from her hands and unwrapping it to find a bracelet made of beads and charms. 

“I made it for you. And I have one too! See?” She holds up her wrist, which you hadn’t realized was hidden behind her back, to show you the matching bracelet she wears. You lift into your arms, holding her in a tight hug. 

“They’re perfect Marlene, thank you.” 

With her still in your arms, you resume conversation with Tifa, and are promptly joined by Barret. You love them, like family of course. But you are so focused on the lack of Clouds presence that you forget to fully no appreciate the ones around you. 

Tifa reaches behind her, into the fridge and pulls outs an obviously homemade cake. “We decorated it together,” She slides a wink Marlene’s way and begins lighting the candles. “Make a wish y/n.” 

You think for a moment, it’s childish that you're hoping for your wish to work so genuinely, but you take a deep breath and blow out your candles with a heavy breath. One sweep. 

“What’d you wish for y/n?” Marlene’s voice is loud beside you. 

“Hey now.. you know the rules, I can’t tell you or else it won’t come true.” She pouts for a minute but her smile quickly returns when Tifa hands her a piece of cake. You take your own piece in your hands, sharing a smile with Tifa and Marlene. 

“Hey man! Good to see you. Glad you could make it.” 

Your eyes are moving faster than you can focus on the sound of Biggs’ words, finding the one person your wish standing in the doorway. In his hands he holds a bouquet, flowers of your favorite colors wrapped with paper and a pink bow.

He approaches you with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t know what to get you as a gift, I hope I got the colors right. Oh! And there’s this,” He reaches into his back pocket and hands you a sealed envelope. On its cover, your name is written in messy writing.

“These are ..beautiful, Cloud, thank you.” 

“Drink?” Tifa is cheery, as always, if not more so. 

“Yeah, thanks.” He takes a seat beside you and you try to hide the way your eyes linger on him. The muscles in his grown arms. The familiarity of his spiky hair. You're not so angry anymore, now that you've had time to process his return, rather longing for the relationship you had as kids. The closeness you’d been lacking in your friendships since he left.

“Are you gonna open it?” 

“What?” His voice brings you back to the moment, and you realize you’ve been ogling at him.

“The envelope..” 

“Oh! Yeah, right. Yeah.” 

You reach for it and carefully open it, trying not to rip the paper too badly. Tucked inside the envelope is a photo of the two of you as children and a folded up letter, reading : 

This is stupid. But I tried to write something so I wouldn’t have to say all this out loud.

I haven’t been around for a long time, so I don’t really know where we stand anymore. But as far as I know, you’ve been the only person I’ve been able to open up to about everything. 

Without you, I probably would’ve spent my childhood alone. 

When we were kids, I swore I’d be a SOLDIER. But to be honest it wasn’t all I thought it would be. And I’m sorry I left you for shinra.

And I know I should’ve said goodbye, and I probably hurt you when I left. But I’m here now, and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. 

You were my best friend or you are my best friend, doesn't matter. 

Happy Birthday Slowpoke.

He looks at you intensely as he tries to gauge your reaction. It’s a simple letter, and could be written by a child with a little effort. But it’s Cloud, and it’s the most you can ask from a man like him. It still has your hands wiping at your eyes.

“Hey, did you make her cry? No crying on your birthday!” Tifa returns, leaning over the counter to slide Cloud his drink, looking over at you. “Y’alright?”

“Yeah I’m okay. I’m really good actually, thank you.. for this, Cloud”.

He nods, and you swear his cheeks redden, but he looks away before either you or Tifa can comment on it.

Cloud's drink is gone in moments, and he is asking for another, whilst making comfortable conversation with you. A ‘happy birthday’ ‘how’s your day been’ ‘what do you do for work now’ kind of comfortable. He doesn’t ask anything personal, does not dwell on the past, you almost wish he would. 

But you indulge him and his calculated questions, being satisfied with any conversation at all, and let the night flow.

It doesn't take long to realize that Cloud is not a drinker, or at least that he does not know his limits. It’s dark out now, and music plays from the jukebox, and Cloud sways drunkenly to a song. You can’t help but laugh, whilst also feeling weird seeing him be so free and not high strung. Not a SOLDIER, just a man.

He stands up, grabbing onto your arm to pull you over in front of the jukebox where Wedge is dancing with Tifa. 

“Careful Cloud!” You stumble after him, bumping into his chest as he pulls you. He doesn’t seem to notice, grabbing onto your hands to spin you and move you around. 

“You're a pretty good dancer now,” He moves you to face him, moving to the music still with a goofy smile on his face, “Do you remember.. when we..when we were kids and you would step on my feet ..everytime we danced.” 

You giggle at his slurred words, “You're so drunk right now.” 

“And you’re ..sso pretty..” He moves in closer, close enough that you can smell the liquor lingering on his lips. 

“Oh wow.. you're really drunk.. haha.” You make no effort to move away from him, but you laugh at his actions to relieve the awkwardness flowing from your body. 

“Mhm..” He closes the gap and places his lips against yours. Your hands find his chest, eyes falling close as you kiss him back. Your self control is weak, and you want to keep his lips against yours. But he's drunk, and your head is starting to spin.

Somehow you find the strength to push him away and he moves away with a pout on his puffy lips. 

“Let’s.. uh.. get you home, yeah?” 

“But I’m having fun!” He attempts to spin you, but he ends up making himself dizzy, “Actually, yeah.. that’s probably a good idea.”

“Yeah.” You laugh at his flushed face, holding onto his arm as you say goodbye to everyone and leave the bar.

“Can we go to yours?” He doesn't let go of you, even after you’ve walked halfway down an empty Sector 7 road, but he has instead moved his grip to hold your hand to keep you close to him.

“My apartment?” 

“Mhm.”

“Yeah..yeah sure.” He leads you to your own apartment like he knows the route by heart, he’s only been there once and yet he acts like he lives there by the speed he finds it.

Once inside he collapses onto your bed, not much space in the apartments, so you suppose that was normal considering there was no couch. 

“Do you want some water?” He shakes his head, laying on his back to stare up at the ceiling. 

You move towards the stereo on the opposite wall, turning on the radio so there is noise for you to focus on instead of his arms as they rest underneath his head.

“I missed you too .. y'know.” Clouds words barely make their way to you, his voice quiet and music humming just loud enough.

“Hm?” You turn to face him, moving to sit on the ledge of the bed in front of where he lays. 

“The night I saw you,” He leans on his elbow to hold himself up, “you said that you missed me. and I didn’t say it back. I did. I missed you. I just didn’t know what to say to you then.”

You don’t say anything, you're not sure what to say anyways. 

He looks into your eyes for a few minutes before pulling you by your arm so you lay beside him, but he shifts positions so he holds himself above you with his hands. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Yes.”

His lips meet yours once more. But unlike the bar this kiss is calculated, not clumsy and childish. He is drunk, and it’s obvious by the taste that remains on his lips even after he has licked them clean multiple times.

Your fingers find his hair, his knee finds its way between your legs and your chest begins to move quicker. He moves to latch his lips onto your neck, sucking spots that will definitely be purple and red tomorrow, while his hands find their place under your shirt on your hips.

And while you’d love for Cloud to continue his journey, the fact remains that he is drunker than a teenager on their 18th birthday, and you want this moment to be one enjoyed sober. So you pull his head up to meet his eyes, and very puffy lips. 

“Your drunk Cloud. I think we better save this for another night.” 

He pouts, face flushed, but he nods with a sigh. Getting comfy he finds a place to rest his head, on your chest, but his hands don’t move from your skin. If anything you feel his grip tighten, keeping you close as he practically lays on top of you. 

“I missed you, a lot. I thought I'd never see you again when you left.” Your fingers find his hair once more, rubbing at his scalp and playing with blond strands.

“I know. I didn’t think I’d see you either.” 

The room is quiet, except for the soft hum of music flowing from the stereo. His fingers tense and relax again in sync with his slow breaths, moving to trace the softness of your skin. But eventually his movements stop and he seems to still. 

“Cloud?”

There are still a million things you’d like to ask, like to say. And so many years of words you’d like to catch up on between him, months of love confessions that you had admitted to Tifa that you’d like to share with him. But the soft snores that begin to leave his mouth tell you he’s in no mood to talk right now.

“Goodnight soldier..”

#cloud strife x reader #cloud strife #cloud ff7 #fem reader #ff7 #drabble #oneshot #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi, can you do a Spencer Reid x daughter!reader. She has ADHD and she's been hyper focused on her work. She hasn't had a break, so Spence has to force her to have a break/rest. They watch the doctor who for the rest of the night, maybe? Thank you, if you do write this! xx

Spencer Reid X Teen ADHD daughter reader

Request : Hey can you do a Spencer Reid x daughter!reader. She has ADHD and she's been hyper focused on her work. She hasn't had a break, so Spence has to force her to have a break/rest. They watch the doctor who for the rest of the night, maybe?

Third person pov...

Spencer Reid had always been an amazing father. While he was often focused on his work as an agent with the BAU, he had plenty of time and energy left over to devote to his daughter Y/N but lately, Spencer had noticed something different in his daughter's behavior.

The teen had been more focused on her schoolwork than ever before, and he could see that it was taking a toll on her. She had been snapping more than usual at him and it felt like there had been a heavy weight in the Reid household.

Currently he was on his way out the door to work but took a detour to his daughters room, rhe man poked his head into his daughters room to say goodbye when he saw how tired she was, the teen had passed out at her desk.

Her usual happy smiling face full of life now looks like a corpse he sees while on a case, she had large purple bags under her eyes body slouched, her books stacked left and right with notebooks and pens out, she had about 6 empty cups sitting around her.

Spencers heart pains at the state his daughter was in, tiptoeing the Agent wlaks over to his sleeping daughter grabs a blanket from her made bed and gently drapes it over her slumped shoulders.

He then kissed her head and walked out of the room, he had to do something to get her to relax from her studies, as proud as he was he wanted her to be healthy.

He knew she hadn't been sleeping, currently she was studying for the entrance exams for medical school, since she was young Y/N wanted to help people like her dad.

Of course Spencer knew she could do it but you always need a break even he does sometimes, with Y/N on his mind the Agent leaves the house and gets to work.

He sighs as he puts his bag down on his chair hoping the case is local this time, the man then slouched in his chair, behind him his team watch their resident Genius.

JJ, Derek and Emily all shared concerned looks, Spencer wasn't usually that tired or sighed that loud when he gets to work, so it must of been something not work related.

Not even 5 minutes later Derek, Emily and JJ are surrounding his desk, Derek puts his arm on Spencers chair making the man look up at his team, Emily stands in front while JJ stands behind next to Derek.

"Hey guys" he says, this gets a worried look from JJ while Emily and Derek watched.

"Okay what's up Spence you look depressed" Says JJ asking thr question they all wanted to know, Derek shakes Spences shoudlers and the man answers her.

"It's Y/N" he mutters, Emily then slams her hand on the table. "Hold up what about N/N is my god daughter okay!" She exclaims making the Dad laugh.

It was a happy lesson laugh more like he a he exhaled than a laugh, but still it got the attention of thr others.

Of course his daughter was loved amongst the team. "You know she's been busy studying for her exams to get into medical school" he says the guys nod their heads.

"Well im worried, she hasn't been her self lately, she's been snapping at me, and spends every second studying not sleeping, this morning I saw her passed out she looked like a corpse, what do I do?" He says voice in pain at the state of his daughter.

JJ, Emily and Derek all give the young man sympathetic looks as he pours out everything that he's bottled up for weeks. JJ then puts a hand on his shoulder making the genius look up.

"Well Spence, you could do something together that you both love,that might get Y/N to relax" says JJ, suddenly the man is sitting up.

"That's a great idea JJ!" He exclaims smiling larger than ever, suddenly Hotch can be heard from the round table. "We've got a case!" Yells Boss man, the four agent then get ready to leave.

Once the case was solved Spencer had a plan, it was the weekend and he didn't have work so he decided to set up a movie weekend.

He and Y/N would watch Dr who together as it was their favourite show to watch since Y/N was a baby, they always had fun rewatching it and jsut having fun like a normal father and daughter.

That Saturday morning he set his paln in to action, the genius had coaxed Y/N to take a break from her studies, and he had a surprise lined up.

He and Y/N had both always been Doctor Who fans, and he proposed a warm and cozy night in watching the show together.

At first, Y/N seemed too tired to focus on anything besides her work. But as the show went on, Spencer could see the tension slowly starting to diminish from his daughter's face.

By the end, Y/N looked more relaxed than she had in weeks. They even ended up having a lively discussion about the plot points and character arcs as they finished the episode.

After that night, Spencer tried to make it a point to have more fun, family-oriented activities with his daughter. Even if it was hard to pull her away from her studies, forcing her to take a break and enjoy Doctor Who together was the perfect reminder that even overwhelmed students need a little break.

Once that fun weekend was over Y/N was alot more relaxed and let her Dad help her study for the exams, he always made her get more sleep and have fun with him, now they always have a daily weekend movie marathon if Spencer does have a case.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot!

Request are open!

Word count: 1052

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #light angst #x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #father daughter fluff #spencer reid x daughter!reader #spencer reid #x adhd daughter!reader #spencer reid x adhd daughter reader

[localwhoore]

can you write a fic where the logan sergeant defenders are all drivers and noelle gets into a fist fight with logan?

DRIVERS ????

WARNING QND DISCLAIMERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

consented racism and unconsented ageism against noelle obviously under the cut

and also my opinions dont cancel me over this stupid shit tjanks 😁😁

red bull

goatifi

-> 2x wdc, clutched up AD21 and took the checkered flag 10 times (scoring an extra 250 points) and won the championship instead of max or lewis and caused outrage. also scored a redbull seat

max verstappen

-> DUDUDUDU MAX VERSTAPPEN DUDUDUDU MAAX VERSTAPPEN no seriously he won the championship by lap 1 😞

ferrari

fernando alonso

-> future 3x wdc, promising 43 yrold rookie future of f1 who is unfortunately unable to escape the torturous clutches of ferrari (finally wins a wdc for them too)

charles leclerc

-> is chained up and shackled at the bottom of ferrari HQ and fed cold soup and stale bread twice a week and cannot be released unless its race weekend. (inspired by the james vowles c.ai bot i got bored and talked to who had alex albon, who he called alaobono, in a cage for biting williams guests. also he crawled on all fours and threw chairs and printers)

mercedes

liyah amelia grace habibi afzal @foreveralbon

-> when f1 eventually brought sepang back onto the calendar, liyah was fighting for P1 a few laps in when her engineer mentioned sightseeing at KL’s twins towers (the petronas towers). this was a mistake as upon hearing those words, liyah was immediately inhabited by the spirit and earthly energies of her late uncle: muhammad hazam “ارهابي” omar afzal, who passed down his loving lifelong legacy to her via muscle memory and pure instinct aka going back to her roots. anyways, she flung her car towards a corner with banking and projectile launched herself at 346km/h over 60km distance between her and her goal over the span of a shocking 10 minutes and 24 seconds!!! liyah escaped the incident with little injury, but the same cannot be said for those inside the towers (towers as in plural because george russell flew past her into the 2nd tower shortly after). media had an absolute fucking field day

george russell

-> misses half his races to film ads for tommy hilfiger and marriot bonvoy. toto gets pissed and kicks him out of their sleepover party which makes george severely depressed but its ok cz he gets married to carmen in his fav hotel marriot w a british royalty themed wedding (hes dressed as princess diana)

mclaren

lando norris

-> 4x wdc, paid goatifi to take out max and asked oscar to pull a kmag in saudi and decimated a 1-2 at silver stone hip hip hooray also he got fucked into the monaco hairpin barriers and was injured permanently unable to grow a pedostache

oscar piastri

-> 999x wdc, boy oh boy where do i even begin. the loml, oscar piastri. you truly are my sunshine. my only sunshine. you make me happy when skies are gray. you’ll never know dearrrrr how much i looove youuu please dont takee my sunshine awaaaaayyyyyyyy pookie wookie aookie bookie cookie dookie eookue fookie gookie hookie iookie jookie kookie lookie mookie nookie oookie pookie quookie rookie sookie tookie uookie vookue wookue xookie yookie zookie

alphatauri

yuki tsunoda

-> 50x wdc. my goat 🐐 he beat daniel 23-1 and is a fucking LEGENDDDDDD MY GOAT TRRRRRAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOINTS AND YUKAMPIONSHIP LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶

liam lawson

-> he finally let his hair grow out so he doesnt look like a lesbian anymore cutie patootie finally got a seat 😜😜

aston martin

avis cloostefek @aviscarrentals

-> actively trying to seduce lawrence stroll for that bank cz shes kinda broke idk the f1 life pays her less rhan she thought???? regularly breaks into the VIP area and eats all rhe food in catering because shes pasty pale white and has no cuisine culture except crackers and unseasoned boiled chicken and a side of cheese soggy french fries

lance stroll

-> justice for lance guys his dad is being seduced by a pasty white woman with very bad very severe chronic culture-less behavioural tendencies 😞

alpine..

lea @vroomvroomcircuit

-> im sorry but someone had to be in the alpine and i picked u🥰 much love!! anyways one fine typical tuesday lea remembered that her teammate is french and her deeprooted german moustache man awakened and unleashed havoc upon the french demanding her right to the land of the baguettes and croissant to be reclaimed for the return of glory for the motherlandYAA deutschland 🇩🇪 NEIN DA FÜHRER SAUSAGE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

pierre gasly

-> french ☹️

haas

althea noelle. @disneyprincemuke

-> 10x destructors championship. an antique and prehistoric primordial being in the form of a petite pinoy creature. it has devoted to the art of racing since the dawn of time. since day was night, night was day as the two parallels of each other blurred in a flourish and spectacle of a draped veil over the vast expanse known as the horizon, since the stars aligned side by side in the darkest of hours. she raced upon the lands of pangea, upon the tallest of mountains now reduced to stones and rubble that crumble under footsteps and blow with the breeze. throughout millennia, throughout the countless frigid winters and blistering summers as she watched empires rise and fell, civilisation bloom and prosper, tyrants dictate and rebels overthrow, dynasties rule and eras whirl past like the wind, akin to momentary blips as centuries compile into memories viewed back upon within seconds. the only divinity to harbour ancient knowledge lost to time and space, lost through endless bloodshed of war as humanity tore itself apart , screaming aggressive rage and agony from the inside as flesh ripped flesh as the steady drill of what could be known as time mercilessly marched on, and waited for none. the little beam of consciousness this dingus fostered within burnt bright bold as passion strove on as fuel for her little stature (shocking). also she has yet to score a point in f1 cz she keeps twinning logan sargeant and crashing out on the 1st lap. her nickname is turn one thea 💀💀💀

TLDR; noelle is old and hasnt scored in f1

kevin magnussen

-> https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFGTu8tL/

stake kick balls sauber

zhou goatyu

-> 中国是第一！！周冠宇我爱你啊！！！请让祖国骄傲我们都支持你。周冠宇周冠宇！加油加油加油拿多分🗣️🗣️🗣️🥶🥶🥶

mclgf (now ur saubergf idk) @mclarengf

-> all hands on deck for the pitstops!!!! toby and newplayer are incharge of the tires and aria is ur race engineer turned reserve driver and tobys a development driver idfk bro 😭😭

williams

alex albon

-> james vowles character ai bot

logan sargeant

-> Oh Say, can you see By the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed At the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars Through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched Were so gallantly, yeah, streaming? And the rockets' red glare The bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night That our flag was still there O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave also twinning noelle loves crashing

safety car driver

me (i cant drive)

#f1 #f1 au #formula one #formula 1 #moots #alternate universe #honorary tag for mick my love #friends #satire #this is a joke #do not take this seriously #dont cancel me #nicholas latifi #max verstappen #fernando alonso #charles leclerc #liyah my love #george russell #lando norris #oscar piastri #yuki tsunoda #liam lawson #aviscarrentals #lance stroll #lea!!! #pierre gasly #disneyprincemuke #kevin magnussen #alex albon #logan sargeant

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Lip/Reader/Carmy where babysitting turns into roommates for life.

You were Lip's bff with benefits, and now years later after both going your own way you're with Carmy. Very low key still, just kisses and cuddles.

You and Carmy made your way back home, he'd walk you to your apartment before turning back one block to his. On the way you pass the bar street where you almost get hit by a guy being thown out of the bar. "Hey go fuck yourself!"

You froze and turned around, immediately jogging up to the source of the cursinf you knew all too well. "Carmy help me keep him upright." He complies and helps the stranger while you grab his face in your hands to make him look at you. "Hey, calm down please?" Your voice caught his attention and he quickly stopped (barely) struggling against Carmy's grip. "Hey Lip. This is Carmen." You gesture at your boyfriend. "We're taking you to his place, I'll be there too and you're gonna sleep off whatever you got going on."

You and Carmy watched over Lip through the night, you talked about your past with with him. Whwn Lip woke in the morning, Carmen was the one who gave him something for the hangover as they introduced themselves while you showered.

Babysitting Lip while he got rid of his hangover turned into you quickly and officially moving into Carmen's place and cashing in a week's worth of vacation days while Carmen made sure all alcoholic beverages were taken back to his restaurant and his meds were there too in case Lip would have a bad day and try something. He knew all about it so he took all the precautions he knew about. You had told him all about Lip's past and saw his younger self during his New York days. The two guys started to appriciate each other fairly quickly, even though Carmen was still very wary due to the history you have with Lip, especially when he came home and found him asleep on rhe couch with his head in your lap. He only walked over to you after you gave him the big, sad puppydog eyes and held your hands up asking for a hug. You managed to grab onto his face and pull him in for a 'There is nothing to worry about here' type of kiss.

Sober Lip was a nice addition to your home. He had been staying with you for a while now, not trusting himself enough to be alone and seriously debated asking to stay. He'd chip in for rent and groceries, clean, whatever it took.

So you three sat down one night to talk. Both the boys respected what you were, and are to the other and agreed to all living together and respect all set boundaries. Lip had the spare room cleared out for himself and everything else was shared.

By this time you and Carmy still never slept together. One evening getting into a rather ..personal and intimate conversation that Lip accidentally overheard. The next day he carefully mentioned it to Carmy when you were showering, offering his advice and knowledge on the topic of pleasing you. "How about I show you? Tonight, I've seen your bed, it's big enough for us three."

And that's how you ended up naked in your bed with your two gorgeous, amazing boys, completely fucked out and happy. That's also the night you three started sharing one bed every night.

#sometimes i write #the bear #shameless #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #lip gallagher #carmen berzatto x reader #lip gallagher x reader #gallzatto x reader

[specialinterestshows]

Get by with a little help from your friend in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Anxiety, cannabis (weed), dirty talk

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 61 of ?): Sending A Message

“Free for that smoke sesh?”

You stared at the text for a few seconds, hand hovering hesitantly over the “send” button as you sat in your idle car.

The smell of Rhea’s perfume lingered on the passenger’s seat; not unusual, as you had just dropped her off at the airport. It only took about a minute of driving back home before you though of how empty your apartment would be without her.

Now, you were sitting in the parking lot of some strip mall you had pulled into when that wave of loneliness hit, staring at the contact name “Marisol” and your message one more time before hitting send.

A second later, you were dropping your phone as if it had suddenly grown thorns. Bombarded by emotions, you weren’t sure what to do next. The thought of seeing Mari again made you excited and nervous - but part of you felt guilty. Rhea’s plane hadn’t even departed yet and you were already looking for comfort elsewhere.

If you hadn’t just dropped her off, you might have considered messaging Rhea asking if she wanted you to let her know whenever you’re seeing someone. Recalling her yelling at Dominik over the phone months ago for what sounded like telling her too much about his night with another man, you were entirely too anxious about what Rhea’s response might be.

Then again, there was her small confession the night of her surprise visit.

The loud buzz of your phone, lying on the floor where you dropped it, brought you back to the present.

Looking down, you take a deep breath and let out a sigh before picking up your phone. Reluctantly, you turn it over to look at the screen.

“Can’t today, but I’m free tomorrow”

The relief you felt reading Marisol’s reply was instantaneous - you had time. You could even cancel if you needed to.

“Sounds good!” was your reply.

Startling you a bit, your phone buzzed in your hand a second after you hit send. It was one of your friends:

“Is it safe to drop by and hang, or are you still in sex-marathon territory?”

Giggling to yourself, you message back:

“Marathon is over: we both won. Gimme time to drive back from the airport”

Approaching your apartment door a while later, you notice your friend is already waiting for you.

“Where’s your medal, marathon winner? Or is it a trophy?”

Sticking out your tongue, you playfully push past them to unlock the door.

Soon, the two of you were three bowls deep and your friend was acting as moral support for what you wanted to discuss with your girlfriend.

“You’re overthinking it,” your friend insisted, letting out a hit before passing you the bong, “She said she’s trying to change for the better. She wants you to be happy.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, “I just wish knowing that made a difference to my anxiety.”

“You can do this,” they reassured you after a moment, “You’re not alone.”

“I appreciate it,” you smile, but it must not be convincing - your friend was looking at you skeptically.

“So how much are you getting paid?”

“… What?” the question confused you enough that you forgot about the stress for a moment.

“To babysit that bong!” they laughed at their own joke, “C’mon, girl, take a hit.”

Doing your best to roll your eyes, despite your own giggles bubbling up, you brought the bong to your lips and lit the bowl.

Once you were in the middle of blowing smoke rings, passing back the bong, you noticed your phone light up in your periphery. It was Rhea:

“Landed safely, miss you already”

The message ended with her usual black heart, making yours skip a beat.

“Miss you too, Rhe. I love you so much”

After sending your reply, you turn and almost accidentally headbutt your friend, who was presently looking over your shoulder at your phone.

“Jeez, nosy, give a girl some warning,” you joke, pausing before you ask them, “…So where do I go from here?”

The phone buzzes in your hands, making you look down at a new message from your girlfriend:

“I love you too, baby”

Another black heart.

“I think you just… ask,” your friend suggested, “Those “can we talk” messages stress me out.”

Nodding, you take a deep breath and compose a text.

“I was wondering: Do you want me to tell you when I’m going to be seeing someone I might be interested in?”

You stared at your sent text before quickly typing and sending another text explaining:

“I would rather ask than hurt you by making assumptions”

“Nice add-on,” your friend complimented, pulling their supplies closer and turning away to pack another bowl as you re-read your messages. It felt as though time was slowing down as you waited for a response.

Even so, you jumped a bit when the phone finally did buzzed in your hand with Rhea’s response:

“Only if you think you might end up in bed with them. Mami likes to keep tabs on her sluts, without too many details”

Halfway through reading, a second text followed:

“Unless you and Dom-Dom get together without me: then you better tell Mami every filthy thing the two of you did”

Biting your lip at another heart, you jumped again as your friend’s too-close voice unexpectedly commented, “Hot.”

[end part sixty-one of ?]

Part 62: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/741216784194076672/absolute-smokeshow-part-62-of-heart-and-sol

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Tag List (thank you!)

@littlemiss-fanficlover , @babybatlover , @girlofpink , @kagome2909 , @domripley , @wiccanpriestess , @falloutboy-lover , @aut0luminescence

#wwe fanfiction #the judgment day #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #lady!reader #weed #the judgement day #specialinterestshows presents #absolute smokeshow

[budugu]

@cutely-voiz @voidsteffy I WANTED TO SHARE THE HAPPY NEWS WITH YOU PEOPLE. I GOT SHORTLISTED FOR THE SECOND ROUND!!!!!!!

AT FIRST I GOT NOT SHORTLISTED WHEN I CHECKED THE RESULTS BUT APPARENTLY THEY PUT NOT SHORTLISTED FOR EVERYONE AND WERE SLOWLY UPDATING AND SENDING EMAILS TO WHOEVER GOR SHORTLISTED AND I GOT THE MAIL JUDT NOW.....

I DON'T CARE IF I PASS THE SECOND ROUND BUT I'M SO HAPPY I PASSED RHE FIRST ROUND AND THANK YOU FOR THE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GUYSSSSS

#musings of siv

[isa-beenme]

Moonlight

Chapter II: A Million Dreams

When Hybern falls, all of their prior experiments are free to take the world as they want, but for months no one hears anything coming from the castle. Until the massacre. Until the whole palace explodes. Their biggest weapon is out, and she only has one objective: get back to her sisters.

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of child abuse, mentions of experiments with human beings, mentions of child murder (please someone tell me if I forgot something)

I love this song so much it hurts

Imagine baby Azzie singing this in his tiny little cell dreaming about a mate that wouldn't be born until five hundred years later 😭😭😭😭

Than baby Aemma singing this in her tiny little cell without even knowing what a dream is 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I like to hurt myself apparently

I'll let you guys find the lyrics to rhe song in the middle of the chapter, good luck

I'm not sure if I like this tho, please leave a comment, I'm the happiest when someone sends something 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Azriel's POV

The days seemed to be passing slower than usual. For the past few years it became easier to deal with all the love and the countless mating bonds snapping around me all the time. It wasn't hard to be on the side of the room and keep unnoticed by everyone, the shadows hovering my body made it even easier.

It kept like that until the Archeron sisters moved officially to our lives. Feyre wanted everyone to be happy, wanted all of us together all the time. She was a little ball of happiness and wanted to spread it to everyone around her. For a good part of the time it worked.

Nestha, on the other side, wanted everyone to be miserable, just as she was. It made me understand her at some point. For as long as I can remember everything always felt horrible when everyone could be happy and get over their fears and problems and accept themselves with their mistakes and you… you can't. You need to hate yourself because that's everything you ever knew how to do with no mistakes. Differently from me, Nestha indeed tried to make everyone miserable, I didn't have the courage, but I always thought. Numerous times. And now she found her mate, her self love, her family, her strength. And now she battled for everyone to find their own too.

And then we have Elain. Sweet and delicate Elain. She wanted everyone to feel calm and find their spot of peace. She wanted to be mine, the same as I was for her in those early days, years ago when she came here for the first time after turning into a fae. I used to dream with Elain's face years ago, it was blurred, as if something didn't want me to know who she was, where she was, how to reach her. I thought she would be my mate. But Lucien is hers, I can feel and smell their mating bond, yet something pulls me to her. My mind or my heart I'm not sure, but something. I never told Rhysand, fear covering every part of me, rejection and despise filling my brother's expression every time he caughts me looking too much at the middle sister.

It became harder to be invisible now that Feyre tries to cheer me up, Nestha tries to make me feel deserving and Elain tries to make me feel loved. It doesn't work. Any of them. I laugh and I feel happy around my family, I love them. But I am not happy. I don't feel like I deserve anything but sorrow and suffering, and I definitely don't deserve love. Especially from Elain. She loves the thought she has of me. It didn't take me too much time to figure out my shadows were always hidden from her because she cannot associate me with them. She knows my suffering, my pains, my sadness, but not my soul, my heart or my mind. And she would never truly know, the pain we suffered is too different to match in any way.

That's why I spent the last five years running away like a stray animal. Work and missions fill my mind in every waking hour of the day to the point I can't even think of something else. I don't think about Feyre's happiness if only death crosses my days. I don't think of Nestha's force if only work fills my days. I don't think of Elain's love if only grief surrounds my heart. I don't think about the way I hate myself if only hate for my enemies fuels my thoughts.

- You don't need to do this - Rhysand enters the weapons room while I'm filling every part of my clothes with something sharp - We can send another spy, or even Cassian, you know, he could use something alive as a punching bag right now.

- No need. I'm going - I say quickly, wanting to end the interaction as fast as possible. My relationship with my younger brother has been strained since the last time he told me to stay away from Elain. 

- Az. You barely slept in the last week, if the beast is too strong you won't win. You might get hurt - I get down to lace my shoes once again, doing everything to avoid this conversation. Maybe if I got hurt I would finally wake up from this nightmare - Azriel, are you listening to me?

- Loud and clear, Rhys. I just don't want to talk - The same way I never want to. I never wanted to - This is the last one and I won't do it until next week. 

- You need to come back alive. Nyx can't lose his favorite uncle - He says, a plea and a warning at the same time.

- Don't let Cassian hear this, he might get grumpy until next year - He laughs and gives me a small grip on the armor rounding my shoulder, almost if he could give me luck with it - I will come back, don't worry. I always do.

- I know. Just… Feyre is not sure if you should hunt the beast now. She's not feeling confident about it - I shake my head as a 'no', I won't give in.

- I won't let that monster terrorize any more villagers, it's ridiculous - He agrees and steps back, allowing me space to winnow.

- It's just a feeling though, I know you can do it - It's the last thing I hear before shadows involve me in every way, the usual feeling of folding the time and space in two to make it to another place. 

With one last breath I begin my hunt.

Aemma's POV

We are finishing winnowing everyone to safety, each girl bringing a bag with something, if their clothes, a weapon or books it doesn't matter. We all have a story to tell between our things. 

The border of the Night Court is calm, the place we are going being a clearing in the middle of a beautiful and dense forest. The climate is warm in the open camp, but is so surrounded by trees and vegetation that it creates a soft breeze that makes the air feel comfortable and wet. It's good enough. We know the High Lord will notice any big moviment in his borders, and that's exactly what we are counting on, for someone to find us so we can offer our work and ask for help. We need them to know we are here.

I'm counting everyone that's coming, at the same time making sure that all of our travelers are well and strong to keep bringing more, just a few more girls to come. We've been coming in small groups, to make sure no one would be sick with the amount of land we would have to cross in one big jump if we tried a direct way from Spring to Night.

Suddenly every sound disappears from around me, nothing but silence fills my ears. I straighten my posture and look around, trying to find where the danger is, my senses being flooded by alert. Some of the girls notice my behavior and assume a position of attack, preparing themselves too, but I don't look at them. I see more. I see far. 

Miles away from our position I can smell fear and blood and despair. I also feel something inside of me tingling and pulsating, desperate for attention. I don't even put my hand close to any of my weapons. I won't need them. I let Enchantress take in the situation, her as desperate as the string inside of me to go there. To do something.

Before anyone can ask I winnow myself to the other side of that shiny thing on my chest. The scene is not pretty at all, whatever that beast is it's trying to eat the winged fae in front of me - an Illyrian, I notice, from the thousands of classes I took about different species in Prythian.

He is trying to fight for his life, but he is tired and sloppy and weak, his state of tiredness clear by the slow movements and the unfocused eyes, as if he couldn't exactly see the beast attacking him.

Slowly I let Enchantress take control, feeling death take every part of my being and filling me with only anger and hunger. I don't see the scene happening in front of me, but I can feel the blood covering my hands, I can hear the screams the creature is shouting. And I don't care, I can only focus on that bright blue string coming to life on my heart, tightly moving me forward.

I don't need weapons.

I don't need powers.

I need that beast dead and that's exactly what I'm working on.

Azriel's POV

I was stupid.

Stupid, senseless, reckless, stubborn, anything like that. But admitting that won't save my life. I might die if I don't fight back. I will die if I don't get help. I scream for Rhysand or Cassian or even Feyre to come. I scream inside myself for anyone to hear me and help.

I shouldn't have come. I should've let Cassian come on my place. I should've slept more. I should've told everyone I loved them. I don't know how many times I said it to them. It wasn't enough.

When I was a child I used to dream a lot. I used to close my eyes to see the world that was waiting up for me, the world outside the cells I lived in. A world I could call my own. A world out of the dark, a world outside the door, a world I have never been, but that would feel like home.

Every night I finally took myself to bed, and all the brightest colors filled my head, my mind imagined scenarios I would never reach, not inside that cell. A million dreams to keep me awake when my instincts screamed for me to fly, when the pain in my hands were unbearable, when the scars never faded, when the shadows started to whisper to me. Everything I had and knew was those dreams.

I thought of what the world could be if I was outside. I thought that even if I was a bastard, even if the other kids would hate me, if I didn't have a house or a family, even then I would be happier than what I was. 

When I dreamt of a girl I remember to shy away from my mother's touch, I whispered in her ear about the most beautiful female I ever saw - or imagined - thinking she would be sad that it wasn't her. She laughed and told me to keep her memory and find her when I become an adult. It took me hundreds of years to dream of her again.

When I saw Elain for the first time I thought she was the one, but her eyes weren't the same color, or her hair, or the fierceness in her eyes. She was the same. But different.

Now, laying on the ground, my face dirty with blood and my chest burning with the cut that slowly was closing, I think I'm dreaming again. Blue filling my vision as I see a female dilacerating the beast that attacked me. It's not pretty or clean or fast. She is taking her time, enjoying the screams and making a mess on purpose. Yet, that's exactly like one of the million dreams I used to keep inside my head for the moments I felt too alone in the dark.

My shadows fly over her, making the image even more beautiful as she kills. My senses start to recover from the numbness, I start to feel my heartbeat slow down to its normal pace. The beast shouts its last scream before having his heart taken out of his own chest. It's messy, but in the eyes of a spymaster, official torturer of the Night Court it can easily be a dream. Sometimes I have nightmares with the things I do, sometimes I ravish in those actions knowing I just made the world a bit safer than before.

The female that attacked him and saved slowly gets up on her feet, her posture immediately changes as if she became another person. Shs seems to take in the surroundings, and even slower she turns on her feet to look at me. I think I'm still affected by the cut because I only see Elain in front of me. But with different eyes and darker hair. A vision of paradise.

- Are you alright, sir? - I hear her voice asking, my brain clearing the fog around my senses. Yet, is still the middle Archeron sister I see in front of me - Are you Azriel? Spymaster of this court?

-Elain? - Her eyes widened fast and she quickly dropped to her knees in front of me, her smell of coffee and wood flooding every part of me, scratching my brain in the right places.

- You know her? Is she here? Can you take me to her? - She smells so differently than Elain though. Elain… so delicate, smells like jasmine and honey, sweet. The female in front of me smells strong, certain, furious. Is she furious with me? - Sir? Do you think you need a healer?

- No. I just need time - She offers me a hand as I move to get up - Who are you?

- First I need to know who you are - I look at her, but she is already facing me, blue eyes sharp against me - I just saved your life, I think I deserve this.

- I'm Azriel, spymaster of the Night Court, as you previously asked - The cut closed completely, just a line appeared where it was bleeding until now. But I didn't drop her hand yet - You? - She still looks uneasy, her eyes darting back and forth to my shadows and the forest - You asked if I knew Elain Archeron, I do. She is my High Lady's sister, they both and Nestha are under my protection. Who are you?

- High Lady's sister? Do you mean High Lady Feyre? - She drops my hand and steps away, her eyes flooding with tears as I agree.

-Tell me your name. Do you need help? - She seems to remember something important as her posture strengths and a shadow curves over her ear, pooling over her shoulders, but those are not mine.

- My name is Aemma Archeron, I am Elain Archeron's twin sister. My grandmother sold me to Hybern years ago to test me with the Cauldron. I was one of the few survivors of their tests, but I have almost a hundred and fifty other females with me and we are trying to find a place in the Night Court, if you could be kind enough to speak with your High Lord and Lady… my sister - She whispered the last word, still unsure. My brain stops working for some seconds until I scream against Rhysand's shields, sharing the story with him - I think I could use some help, yes. 

#Spotify #azriel × reader #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel/reader #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel x female!reader

[kingkatsuki]

@katsukikitten getting your own date is one of the perks of running a successful matchmaking service huh?

You know I wasn’t even going to question that you wanted your own match after so many successful couples through our agency, it’s the season of love or whatever. But I thought you might at least have some standards— All of the men on our database and you had to go for the Number One Hero? I guess if you have access to that many profiles you gotta do what you gotta do. And at least if you date him you’ll probably get free dental.

Well I dropped him a message because I’m just so nice of a friend, and he agreed to a date! So it looks like you’ll be going out with Izuku Midoriya this Valentines. How lucky are you! What are you going to wear?

He tells you to swing by his agency just as he’s due to finish work, so he can give you a quick tour of his building before taking you out to a fancy restaurant (which is probably too fancy for you, do you even know what rhe four different forks on the table are for?). His receptionist has you wait in the foyer for him, because he’s still busy. But you’re early and you expected it, so you’re happy to wait. Another thirty minutes pass, followed by a profuse apology from Deku’s receptionist but he’s still not arrived. You wonder what’s taking so long, or whether he’s just finishing up that last bit of paperwork or a telephone interview before coming down. But you’re happy to wait for your perfect match.

Another thirty minutes passes, and then another— and you’re not even checking anymore as you stand. Preparing to pick up a bento from the local kombini (and a large bottle of Yuzu) and relax in front of the television in your pajamas. The heels you’ve been wearing for the last three hours are digging into your feet anyway, heaving a sigh as you make your way towards the exit.

Look, you know as well as I do our dating service isn’t perfect. We did say there might be no shows— it’s just neither of us expected it to be the number one Pro, huh? I did tell you not to waste a new pack of false nails, but you just wouldn’t listen.

And just as you’re about to leave you almost walk headfirst into the chest of a tired looking Dynamight. Eyes still slightly black from the charcoal shadow that circles them beneath his mask, a duffle slung over his shoulder as he’s about to throw a rude comment about looking where you’re going when he notices your outfit. You tell him you’ve been waiting for your date with Deku, but he’s been over two hours so you’re just going to go home and grab takeout and Bakugou sneers at you, and just as you’re about to walk off he catches you by surprise.

“Oi, you hungry?”

Well you know what they say, when one door closes— Bakugou offers to take you out for dinner. Most of the restaurants in the city now completely booked due to the holiday, and it being almost 10pm. But he knows the perfect little 24 hour diner just by the station as he slips into the booth in front of you. You still haven’t even received a single text from Deku, not that you’re even checking. Bakugou can’t hide the blush on his cheeks as you offer him a taste of your strawberry milkshake sharing the same straw. It’s quite disgusting how cute you both look together, honestly.

It’s not even until after midnight that you finally get a call from Deku apologising and asking whether you can reschedule.. but it’s too late now, isn’t it?

So I guess love works in mysterious ways huh? But I’d still say this is a success for the Ever Dating Agency. What do you mean I didn’t make this match? It doesn’t matter that I didn’t match you together. The date still happened! And it proves just how amazing I am at my job *hair flip*.

#ever after event #ask games #ask game

[jiniwae]

My theory, probably jack is going to ask for the traveler and siha nova's help, since well I asume they are like two strong characters of the lore + it would be cool so they add more coaches to the main lore

Imagine the coaches for LEVITATING, ROCK YOUR BODY, Jack Rose come through and save rhe day

My theory is that the entire map for Treasure is basically Night Swan gaslighting Jack Rose, she made him reflect and see a different version of himself where he is still working as her right side man (hence the cape and hair), and because he’s working for her, he can now see himself as a successful and famous person who’s accomplished his dreams. The other Jacks in the map are basically signifying that Jack is his own biggest fan and that he cares a lot for himself. But in the end, Jack has to think to himself about what he wants, and eventually he realizes that he has actual friends who actually support and want to see him successful (Wanderlust and the others), so he runs to help them defeat Night Swan when he gets the warning from Mihaly, but unfortunately he’s too late.Show less

I feel like 2025 Jack is def getting a redemption arc and I think he might recruit Siha Nova and The Traveler (wanderlusts's parents) for help and maybe a few others. or jack might do it all himself who knows!! ALSO!!! NEXT YEAR I WANT NIGHT SWAN BACK STORY!!!!

I would love to see Siha nova and the traveller fighting Night Swan in JD 2025, they started this story, they should end it

I hope when the story goes on they bring back the parents of wanderlust who help Jack Rose fighting Night Swan back but at then end they could stay in the much cooler clothes but be the good ones?

I just hope to god they bring in the Beggin’ Coach, Cygnus, seeing that he is connected to Night Swan somehow. Maybe Jack would not only get the help of Wanderlust’s parents, but Cygnus, too?

Maybe this means next year Captain Crimson will help Jack to follow them in a new ship

Miahlly is a master of the flow and channelling the panda when she becomes him in her map and in swan lake but as she is being pulled away to the dark side she can't channel him and turns back into herself and then sends that last signal to Jack using the flow while she still can before completely turning to dark side also your son Jack is at the swan lake looking in it and night swan projects this alternate reality in witch she is showing him her feelings of love towards him and the future she is trying to give him if he comes back to her so it's actually night swan portraying him and singing those lyrics to him as him in the dream and saying that he is her treasure and she can make all his dreams come true if he lets her treasure him and is hers alone again so she can pass her throne to him and make him king of the dance universe so now he has to make a choice in the mean time she set sail to give him time to choose witch path he wants to followShow less

Jack for sure get the Time Traveler, Si'Ha Nova & the Panda to help him, maybe even the Gimme More coach.

What if Jack then gets dancers from super songs like Telephone, Sail, Gimme more, and also the Traveler and Si’ha to help him save his friends?

I don't Siha Nova and thw traveller are going to be happy at what wanderlust did (turning evil) even if he tries to explain

I wonder if they will bring in The Traveler and Siha Nova in to the story and it becomes them teaming with Jack Rose to save the rest of the group and their son

Me nether. I think that jack rose will team up with other coaches to save his friends. 1st of course siha nova & the traveler can save discoball & wanderlust cause the made discoball + wanderlust is their son. Next agent d cause she's a spy and with her chameleon like ability could really coming in handy and I can see her saving breeziana since they both care for the people in their lives breeziana inspiring people to never give up with her heart and d being a agent who saves peoples lives on a daily basis with her missions 3rd and hear me out, I think mothagan will save mihaly since moth is a coach who helps other coaches rest in peace aka heal them in her cryptic cave can probably reach out to mihaly's spiritual side to help her break free and lastly jack rose saving sara. Sara made jack realized that dancing should be happy and fun not to worry about perfection or his mother(that "blond dog" nightswan is) and so it would be kinda returning the act of kindness back and help sara get over her anxiety about dancing. Or they can make new coaches to team up with jack rose. Or jack rose saving them all by himself. And of course ending with the just dancers happy and nightswan being locked away forever. Ps I kinda want nightswan dead but its a family friendly game so they can't do that. Bonus we need a story mode season. #prayforthejustdancers #endnightswan

Imo the story is better. Last year, it felt kinda cheesy for me with the heroes immediately succeeding in fighting off Night Swan. It served as a decent enough way to introduce the characters but lacks noticeable stakes, which this years has more of. We get stakes right off the bat with Night Swan taking disco ball, and then they increase with her attempting to possess Sara, and the final two raise them even more by possessing the rest of the coaches and leaving Jack Rose isolated. The cliffhanger gives the next game’s story a more dramatic opening. Overall, the story this year just feels more entertaining to me. That said, some of my favorite routines in the series are coming from story mode (Never Be Like You, Treasure, Witch, and Tainted Love are all up there), so I’m happy with what they’re doing, even if the story isn’t the best thing on the planet.

another Theory I have is that Captain Crimson is Jack Roses Father and Jack Rose and Captain Crimson Teams Up to Save Jack Roses Friends (also if that’s True I really hope it’s gonna be the song Burn The Ships by for KING & COUNTRY and that it uses the Music Video Audio with the Cutscene method they used with Swan Lake)

and maybe they might instead finally turn Night Swan to the Good Side by fixing what made her Evil in the first place (if so we might get a Leaked song that didn’t make it so don’t Scroll Down if you don’t wanna be Spoiled) Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of These)Show less

#just dance 2024 #just dance 2022 #just dance 2023 #wanderlust jd #just dance #jd the traveler #jd si’ha nova #jd wanderlust #jd sara #jd mihaly #jd brezziana

[ivyuns]

what do i call you? - jake (i)

genre: angst | fluff

word count: 1.6k

warnings: f boy jake, gaslighting, mean toxic ex! jake, cheating, mentions of sunghoon, drinking, almost being hospitalized, skipping meals, chosing your lover over your friends type, lowkey suggestive!, heartbreaks, lmk what i missed!

inspo by: what do i call you by taeyeon and f.u by little mix 

synopsis: a walking red flag right in front of you, but you were too blinded by love to notice him

note: naur me and my friend were just chatting and then she goes like sending a kanye west song saying this reminds of her if jake was a toxic ex and he would listen to this after he gaslighted u and yeah just made me think fr! the alt. ending will be saur much better i promise ill get it posted asap

alt. ending 

your lover you once knew is now a stranger to you. all the memories faded.

"don't date him" "you're gonna regret talking to him" "he's a red flag y/n" god how were you so stupid to not listen to them.

you snuck into one of jakes frat parties, after he told you he couldn't hang out and did a rain check on your date. you felt unsteady.

your friend, sunghoon, had texted you. asking if you had a date with jake today. 'he canceled on me today :(' you replied. next thing you saw was a photo of a girl on jakes lap.

you got up and got dressed up to visit one of the fraternities house on campus, thoughts running in your head. you felt dizzy, you' wanted to throw up

and he was right. the girl was still on him, attaching her lips to his neck.

the day after, jake came over to your house first thing in the morning. you wanted to stay in bed and thought about all the feedback you received after you told your friends about you and jake as a newly couple.

you placed your arms above your eyes, a few tears running down. you felt your bed dip on the empty spot next to you. "you okay?" he asked. you wanted to say no. and tell him what you saw last night, but you didn't want him to know. "yes" you replied.

your head hurted like crazy, rhe sudden rush of tears ran through and you sobbed into jakes chest. he held you close, patting your head. as if no other girl was on him less than 12 hours ago.

jake had been avoiding you for the past weeks now. always refusing to see you, refusing to do anything, yet he always lies awake with a different girl with him in bed.

sunghoon had monitored the blonde guy ever since he saw him cheating the first place, yet he still doesn't know why you're still with him.

you were left home alone, crying at the fact that you're now doing this. you're finally breaking up with him.

jake had woken up at an unreasonable hour, having the sudden feeling to text you. before he could press on your contact, his screen was indicating that you were calling.

"hi y/n!-"

"come over"

he quickly got dressed and left his house, happy to see you. but when he knocked on your door and opened it, he saw your head buried in your knees. "y/n-" you looked up at him. eyes red and puffy.

his eyes softened and walked up to you, but you stopped him. "let's break up." you said bitterly. tsk. jake thought. "baby, you cant get rid of me that easily" he smirked. he walked up to you and almost placed his lips on your neck but you harshly pushed him away.

"yo!" he shouted. "i said let's break up!" you screamed at him. "i saw you, sunghoon saw you, cheating on me. 3 times now." at this point, jake was mad angry. "so you're talking to other boys behind my back now?" he bent down to your level. "i didn't say you were allowed to talk to boys, did i baby?"

you smacked him across the face, tired of whoever this person is in front of you. "s-shut the fuck up. you cant control me." physical touch and words he didn't like? oh he saw red.

"stop being so fucking insecure. you probably slept with sunghoon didn't you? that's why you're accusing me of cheating." he walked your way, backing you up against the wall. "you whore, always thinking you can get passed me" he lifted your face up, staring straight to his eyes.

"i cant believe i dated someone like you. accusing me of cheating when you're sleeping with some other boys. i think you're the cheater here. we're breaking up." he grabbed his belongings, whispering insults to you.

tears fell as he blamed you for everything, shutting the door closed shut. you felt sick, fell to your knees and wish you saw this sooner.

as the days passed, you thought you would've handled the breakup well. but you realized you didn't have anyone to talk to anymore. all your friends left you after you chose jake over them, and you would usually tell jake your problems. you and sunghoon aren't that close so you had nobody.

you wanted to feel so free now that he was gone. so you got up and got dressed, did your makeup and went to the bar across the street from you.

you ignored all the guys asking you questions and sitting next to you. it didnt feel right, now that jake was no longer yours. he can go fuck someone else now. but you had let him go to find happiness for yourself.

but also after he called you names.

it was now 4 am and you were drowned by the alcohol you've consumed. you fell asleep on the counter, not moving after the barista had poked you many times.

you felt your body being pulled, holding you bridal style. half asleep, half awake but mostly asleep, you subconsciously wrapped your arms around them. "i missed you jake"

as your body hit your soft bed, sunghoon felt sad for you. your room was a mess, he had his sister help your drunk sleepy self take off your makeup and got you in more comfortable clothes. he couldn't help but let a few tears fall as he realized you've lost so much weight during this road to recovery. dark eye bags, and puffiness. he left you a glass of water next to your nightstand before he left you alone in your room.

as the morning came upon, you woke up wincing. the headache banging through your skull. "agh" you quickly screamed.

but you suddenly remembered jake. you opened your eyes and looked everywhere for him, but he was nowhere found in your room. you went to the main area and screamed when you saw sunghoon sleeping on your couch.

"sunghoon!" you screamed. he tumbled down your small couch. he got up and saw your distressed self. "what are you doing here?" you asked him. "what were you doing at the bar at 4 am?" you stayed silent. so jake didn't actually pick you up? you quietly went back to your bedroom.

sunghoon followed you, "hey! what's wrong?" he asked you. you couldn't help but cry. how could you miss somebody who had cheated on you more than two times and called you names. "you miss him, don't you?" you nodded. sunghoon sighed. how was he going to tell you jake missed you too?

you haven't showed up to campus in a hot while, making your old friends worried, especially jake. when he left, he realized his mistake. he knew he was wrong for cheating on you and being caught in 4k. he was wrong for calling you names. wrong for calling out your insecurities.

he went home and saw the picture of you two on your first date on the floor, glass broken. ah, he forgot about that. he accidentally bumped into the frame while he was busy making out with the girl he brought home.

jake bent down and picked up the picture, some glass piercing into his skin. and that's when he broke down. he saw how genuinely happy you were.

he hasn't had any parties in a while, he didn't bring girls home. but he didn't want to show that he was broken from this break up. after all, he did ask for it.

he acted tough during school, but when he got inside the comfort of his home, he fell to his knees. memories of you everywhere.

your friends knew something was wrong when they saw jakes cold face walking into the classroom without you for days. they tried contacting you but you probably deleted their numbers after what happened.

"jake, where's your girlfriend?" they went up to him. he rolled his eyes. "her name is y/n. and do not refer her as my girlfriend again."

but, jake couldn't keep it anymore. he heard from others that sunghoon had been helping you since then. "that should be me." he thought.

he knew he was toxic and possessive to you. but he couldn't control it. he wanted you for him only. he doesn't know what made him switch up when he had brought girls home, knowing damn well you were still his.

since that day, he thought you were doing fine. but he's been hearing rumors saying you were at the risk of getting hospitalized for drinking too much and losing your little cute baby cheeks he loved to squish all the time. this is all his fault.

you laid in bed, unmotivated for anything once again. sunghoon had brought in soup and snacks every once in awhile, only to find out you haven't ate anything. you felt bad, appreciating his gesture. but you didn't want to do anything at all.

this time, sunghoon had brought a stop to this unending sadness. he called jake, telling him to hurry up to your house. he told him every detail about you.

jake had entered your house and gave a little wave to sunghoon and he silently walked into your room. oh how he wanted to cry from the moment he walked in.

your untouched food on your desk and your little figure hiding underneath the blankets, just a few hair stands sticking out. it looked like you were barely breathing.

he carefully picked up your blanket and slid under it, hugging your cold figure. he saw red stains on your cheeks and your puffy under eyes. your almost boney cheeks. he pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your head.

"jake?" you whispered, no energy to speak up. he looked down to where your face is, "yes baby, i'm right here" he nodded, wiping your tears that threaten to fall. "im here my love."

end.

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