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mvybanks · 1 year

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Hii! Can I request something where reader is best friends with JJ (secretly in love) and was supposed to sleep at his house (luke’s already in prison) after a kegger because she doesn’t want to sleep alone at home (or for some other reason you can decide) but JJ forgot and brought a random girl to sleep with instead. Reader is hurt and ignores him, JJ not knowing what he did wrong but when he remembers feels bad and tries to make up maybe leading to a love confession? Hope this makes sense & you can write this!! Really like your writing❤️❤️

too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

a/n: hii, thank you!! i really hope you like this!

warnings: ANGST, mentions of sex

word count: 2.8k

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if there was one thing that living in the outer banks had taught you was that life is never easy. not for people like you, anyway. you get beaten up and forgotten about constantly, but that’s just how it’s always been for pogues.

yet, you’ve never felt unlucky or cursed.

being a pogue might have meant that you couldn’t always afford what you needed, but at least you knew that you would never be alone. your life was full of love, friends and laughter.

and of course, your best friend. the only person in this world that you were sure would do absolutely anything for you. he was your rock and you were his. anyone with eyes could see how in love he was with you, how he looked for you whenever you weren’t around, which was rare, how his whole face lit up when he made you smile. anyone, except you.

jj maybank was never an easy person to understand and most people couldn’t warm up to his reckless behavior and childish comments made at the worst of times. but you did, because he might have been difficult but he was so worth it. you had never met someone with a bigger heart and you actually felt lucky to be a part of his life.

what you hadn’t realized was that you were the most important part of it.

“do you think we’ll ever get out of this island?” he asked one evening as you sat on the beach between his legs, your back against his chest while his arms circled around your torso.

he rested his head on your shoulder and you sighed, “don’t know. where do you wanna go?”

“it depends. where do you wanna go?” icy blue eyes looked at you expectantly.

“why? you following me, maybank?” you joked, but there was no humor in what he was saying.

he gently kissed your exposed shoulder, a simple act that wasn’t new but that always managed to make you shiver.

“just wanna be wherever you are,” he mumbled against your skin.

you nodded twice as you felt your heart trying to jump out of your chest, “good. you won’t get rid of me that easily, you know that?”

he chuckled, “wasn’t planning on it.”

you stayed like that for god knows how long, enjoying the comfortable silence and staring at the stars above you. you took his hands in yours and interlocked your fingers together, at which he answered by kissing your cheek.

“hey,” you asked after a while, “can i sleep at yours tomorrow? my parents are out of town and you know i don’t really like being alone.”

he raised his head from your shoulder, “why are you even asking me that? you know you’re always welcome, love.”

you blushed at the nickname, “wanted to make sure you were okay with it first,” you shrugged.

“ ‘course i am. plus, i’d never leave you alone. i know how scared you get,” he teased.

“shut up, i’m not scared,” you said pushing his head, eliciting a laugh from him.

“sure you aren’t.”

it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to act like that. you’ve always looked like a couple from the outside, which was probably the reason why it was always hard for you to find someone. that, or maybe it was your best friend that scared them off with just one look, but you didn’t know that.

although neither of you had ever had the guts to confess your feelings, jealousy was something that you couldn’t hide and jj very aware of that. he had tried to shake off that feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw a guy talking to you or that weird sensation in his chest when you started dating someone, but it was impossible to not notice them.

sometimes those feelings would cloud his judgement, the heartache was too much and he had to shut off all of his emotions in order to forget about his pain. he loved you, so much that he believed that you were better off with someone else, and so he settled for being just your friend, a part of your world, and as long as you would keep him with you, he was okay with that.

until he wasn’t.

it was pathetic, he knew that. the drink in his hand was probably his fifth or sixth one of the evening as he watched you dancing with another guy at the party you two were attending with your friends. he sat far away and if someone didn’t know him, they would’ve probably thought he was a creep from how much he was staring. but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, his beautiful best friend, the person he cared about the most in the world, swaying her hips to the music while some guy had his hands on her.

would you bring him home? or would you let him bring you to his place? was that why you insisted on going to that party, just so you could hook up with someone?

jealousy had obviously taken the best of him as he had even forgotten that you were supposed to sleep at his place that night, and you’ve always loved those kind of nights with him, where it was just the two of you and no one else. of course you weren’t going to do anything with that guy, you were only trying to have fun, just like he always did at keggers.

he was an hypocrite and he hated himself for it.

“hey, cutie,” a strange woman’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

he turned around and an attractive woman was sitting by his side. she wrapped her hand around his bicep and her intentions were clear, especially when she put her other hand on his knee.

“you look lonely. everything okay?” she asked, although she didn’t really seem that interested in what he was about to say, not that he could see that as drunk as he was.

“love is bullshit, you know?” he said and his angry voice caught her off guard. she took her hands off of him and tried to follow his eyes, always fixed on you.

“ah. i see,” she nodded her head, understanding exactly how he felt, and then grabbed his chin to make him look at her.

“listen,” she continued with a soft tone, “gonna be real honest with you. i came here because you’re hot and i wanted to hook up with you. so can i help you take your mind off whatever is going on with you?”

he sighed and thought about it, his eyes went back on your figure, completely unaware of what was going on while some guy whispered something in your ear, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“c’mon. we can go to my place,” he said looking at the woman next to him.

you had just pushed away the guy in front of you who was starting to get too close and handsy, when your eyes wandered in search of your best friend. you looked around until you finally saw him, walking towards his bike with a girl under his arm.

everything in you stopped.

had he really forgotten about you? tears pricked at your eyes and you knew you needed some air, so you walked away from all of the drunk people around you and sat on the beach nearby.

you couldn’t believe it. the same guy that would’ve given you the moon, if he could’ve, had forgotten about you, how was that possible? was a hookup more important than you? you felt angry more than you felt sad. angry at him for not even thinking twice, and at yourself for feeling heartbroken.

he wasn’t yours. so why did everything in you ache at the thought of him bringing another woman to his place?

you took your phone from your front pocket and looked at his contact, weighing if calling him would’ve been a good idea. you decided to leave it alone and called another friend who was at the party.

“hey! where are you?” kie shouted through the phone.

“i’m on the beach. can i ask you a favor?”

when she found you, you blamed your red and puffy eyes on the alcohol, but you knew she didn’t buy it and you wordlessly thanked her for not prying. she silently drove you to your empty house and offered to stay with you, but you needed time alone.

once you got inside, you finally let yourself cry. no one was there to judge you or to ask you what happened, and you were actually glad about that.

‘that’s what happens when you fall for your best friend, huh?’ you thought to yourself.

you should’ve seen it coming. of course he was going to hook up with someone. just because you had to be a baby about being home alone didn’t mean he had to deny himself some fun. and you felt stupid, you shouldn’t have cared about this.

so you fell asleep on the couch in the living room, your tear-stained cheeks as a reminder of your heartache.

meanwhile, jj was lying alone in his bed, an arm thrown over his eyes as he couldn’t believe what he had just done. he knew he was a little bit drunk but he didn’t expect to moan out your name while another woman had her lips on his neck. she felt so humiliated that she left his apartment, leaving him in shock of his actions. he barely slept, if he even did that, the only thing he knew was that he got up from the mattress the next morning with you running through his mind. as usual.

he texted you multiple times, but he never received an answer and anxiety of what had might happened to you was eating him alive.

jj: hey did you get home okay?

jj: are you home?

jj: can you just let me know if you’re safe?

but nothing. when you didn’t answer to his calls, he got too much worried and decided to swallow his pride and drive to your house. the storm outside was raging and he wasn’t even sure if his bike would’ve made it so he decided to walk — no, he actually ran to you. the thought of you being hurt gave him all the strength he needed to run to your front door.

he knocked countless of times and then it hit him: you were supposed to sleep at his place. fuck. he shouted your name over and over again, and you heard him every single time, but you weren’t going to forgive him that easily. you might have been a fool for thinking he should’ve cared more about you than some girl but he was the one who treated you as if you were the only person in this world. if that wasn’t how he felt, then why did he act like it?

“OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE!” he kept yelling, his voice muffled by the rain and yet so clear.

after a particular loud thunder, you decided to grant his wish. you might have hated him in that moment but the line between love and hate is incredibly fine.

and there he was, completely soaked, bloodshot eyes looking at you and full of regret. the sight of you wearing his sweatshirt almost gave him a little bit of hope of being forgiven.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i completely forgot,” he was panting loudly and you wondered if he had walked under the rain just to tell you that.

you shrugged and faked indifference, “i don’t care. why are you here?”

“yes, you do. you care and i’m sorry, i really am. i don’t know what happened, i don’t know how i forgot about this,” but he did. he had acted childishly, he had entirely lost sight of what really mattered.

a stranger having his hands on you? that didn’t matter, that wasn’t even worth mentioning. you mattered.

only you.

“listen, jj” you sighed, “i don’t wanna talk about it. i hope you had a good night. can i go back to my movie now?”

now he noticed what was really going on. he cursed himself for not getting this sooner and he really hoped he was right about this.

“nothing happened.”

“don’t know what you’re talking about. goodbye, jj,” you went to close the door but he stopped you, his hand colliding with the wood.

“nothing happened between me and her. she left before anything could’ve happened. i-“ he ran a hand through his hair and prayed that he wasn’t going to ruin this, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

you swallowed and suddenly your mouth felt very dry, “i told you to go.”

he got closer to your face as his hand was still trying to force your door open, “please. i saw you with another guy and i completely lost it, you have to believe me. i’d never forget about you, pretty girl,”

“don’t you dare call me that right now. i told you to leave! ” your voice was raising while you tried to keep your tears at bay.

“no, i’m not leaving,” and the look in his eyes was full of determination.

“fine, then i’ll call the cops until you do.”

“okay, you do that. but i still won’t leave,” his face was too close to yours and you couldn’t bear it, so you shoved him.

“go. away.” you yelled.

“stop pushing me away!” he raised his voice as well, a little bit farther from you now.

“and you stop acting like you care about me!” that hurt him the most and you regretted it immediately.

“i don’t care about you now?” he chuckled humorlessly and threw his head back, his hands covered his face and then moved away the hairs that had stuck to his forehead due to the rain.

“jj, i-“

“no, no, please! tell me how i don’t care about you. tell me how i feel about you, go ahead. ‘cause if that’s what you think then you really know nothing about me. i bet you think i don’t love you either, do you? that i haven’t been painfully in love with you since the moment i met you, that everything in me doesn’t hurt whenever i see you with someone else, that you’re not on my damn mind every single minute of everyday. you don’t know that i haven’t been able to be with anyone for months now because i can’t stop thinking about you.”

tears were already streaming down your face and you couldn’t believe what he had just told you. you looked at him, panting and hurting, and everything inside of you screamed at you to run to him and hug him but you felt paralyzed.

“you know what? fuck this, forget about what i said.”

he began walking down the driveway of your house, his own tears mixing with the rain, when he felt your hand on his forearm and he stopped his movements.

“i don’t wanna forget,” you said and finally your mouth was on his.

you wrapped your hands around his neck, ran your fingers through his wet and messy hair, and his hands went on the back of your head and on your back, gripping your shirt as if it was his lifeline.

and it was messy and desperate, the both of you completely soaked in the rain but it was perfect, because you were his and he was yours.

you pulled away for a second — “not yet,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again. you giggled in his mouth at his eagerness and you had to put your hands on his chest in order to breathe.

his blue eyes were looking into yours and there was nothing in them but love. you cradled his face in your hands and rubbed his wet cheeks with your thumbs.

“i love you, too, j. i didn’t mean to say that you don’t care about me, i’m sorry. i was just mad and i-“

“it’s okay,” he interrupted you and pecked your lips once, “i know. and i’m really sorry about last night. i was jealous and drunk, i shouldn’t have done that. i know that you’re not mine and that’s not how i should-“

“i’m yours,” you mumbled on his lips, which curled up into a smug smile.

“yeah?” you nodded, “i’m yours, too.”

you gently grabbed his shirt in your hands and began to slowly walk backwards to your front door.

“wanna show it to me?” you smirked at him.

and he didn’t waste another second without showing you how much he loves you.

#jj maybank #obx #outer banks #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank fanfiction

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greynatomy · 2 months

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confessions and accidental meetings

ona batlle x reader

prequel to soft launch. requested here

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Arriving at your favorite coffee shop, you swing the door open only to feel some resistance on the other side.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” You’ve not even looked at the person, but grabbed as many napkins as you could to start wiping her down. “I am such a klutz.”

What you don’t notice is the person smiling widely at you, entertained at how you’re wiping her down and apologizing nonstop. She reaches out to grab one of your wrists to stop your panick.

“It is okay.” She tells you once your eyes reach hers.

You swear you could’ve melted right there and there. The hand she isn’t holding is stilled on her shirt over her stomach where you were absolutely sure you felt some indentations.

You couldn’t look away, opting to just nod as words aren’t able to properly come out of your mouth.

Ona was loving every second of this interaction, loving how you melt to her touch, a complete stranger’s.

Despite being soaking wet, Ona sat down with you at a table, attentively listening to to whatever you had to say. It was a bit difficult to understand, but all she knew was that she didn’t want to stop talking to you.

“Can-can I get your, uh, number?”

You gave it to her without hesitation, telling her that you’d be her tour guide of Manchester. You brought her to your favorite places, Ona making a mental note about everything you’ve said and shown her.

In the three months since you’ve met, your jobs never came up, relishing in the bubble you two have built around yourselves. There was an understanding that you both very much liked each other more than friend’s, it was just a matter of who has the guts to take it to the next level.

Seeing as you weren’t going to do it, Ona dragged you out of your apartment, taking you to all of your favorite places. You loved how she remembered everything you’ve told her, everything being highlighted on this day.

Last but not least, you’ve both made it to the coffee shop you’ve both met at, always feeling nostalgic whenever you step foot in it.

“I, uh, wanted to ask you something and I thought it’s good to come back here to do it.” You nod, telling her to continue. Ona squirmed in her seat, avoiding eye contact, she stammered, “Um, so, I’ve been thinking… I mean not-not that I think about this all the time, but uh.”

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity peaked. “It’s just me Ona. Spill it.”

Ona took a deep breath, “Well, when we are together, I-I have this weird feeling in my stomach. Not like, not like a tummy ache, but what is it people say? Cockroaches?”

“Butterflies?” You correct her.

“Yes! Uh, yes, butterflies. And I-I like you. More than a friend.”

You blinked, trying to process her words, then broke into a bright smile. “That was the most awkward and adorable thing I have ever experienced. And I also have butterflies in my stomach whenever we hang out. How could I not?”

“Really? Uh, wow.”

“Well, first, let’s stop being awkward and acknowledge that we both like each other. And then… maybe you could come over here and kiss me.”

Ona, seemingly getting all her confidence back, walks around the table to where you sat. Hands cupping both sides of your face, she dips her head down, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You’ve been together for a good six months now and everyday has been full of laughs, adventure and comfortability. When she found out who your sister was though, she looked like she’s seen a ghost.

“You don’t have to be scared of her, baby. She’s just a big giant teddy bear.”

“She could probably beat me up.”

“Don’t say that! She’s all soft and cuddly.”

Ona didn’t believe you. She’s played against Lucy before and it’s safe to say your sister scares her a bit.

One day, Ona had just finished training and decided to go and surprise you after not seeing each other for a week with both of your busy schedules. She picked up your favorite flowers and favorite take away and made the journey to you apartment.

She doesn’t bother to knock, using the spare key you’ve given her.

“Mi amore!” She calls out, taking her shoes off by the front door. walking further into the apartment, she’s met with one Lucy Bronze sitting on your couch. “Uh, hello.”

“Ah. So you’re the one my sister is seeing.” Lucy gets up from where she sat, stalking closer to Ona.

“Uh, sí. It is nice to meet you.” Ona gulps, nervous say how Lucy was looking down at her.

“You’re technically the enemy, so I wouldn’t say this is anything but nice.”

They were both staring down at each other, unaware that you’ve walked back into the living room.

“What are you guys doing?”

They whip their head towards you, like they’ve been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

“Just getting acquainted with your girlfriend here.” Lucy says, placing a hand on Ona’s shoulder, squeezing a bit making Ona wince, but tries to hide.

“Lucy, don’t scare my girlfriend please.” You grab Ona’s arm, pulling her away from your sister. “I would like to keep her alive forever.”

“Fine. But just know, I’m keeping a close eye on you. Hurt my sister and I hurt you.” Lucy flexes her bicep, making you let out a laugh.

“You are always flexing, I swear.”

“I promise to not hurt your sister, at least intentionally.” Ona pulls you close, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

“Good. Good. Now, what kind of take out did you bring? I’m hungry.”

#woso x reader #woso #greynatomy #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso community #fcb femeni #barcelona femeni #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader

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catmask · 22 days

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do you ever find it hard to just....Keep Drawing? what keeps you motivated? what keeps you inspired? i've been finding it hard to pick up a pen lately despite loving drawing and wanting to do it more than anything, how do you do it? also, i hope you have a nice day!!

oh i absolutely do. i think like.. last night i was having a bit of a rough one. and talking to my boyfriend about it.

sometimes motivation for anything (not just art) feels like if i stop moving, ill fall flat on my face. its difficult for me to get going, especially if i get interrupted or get suddenly thrown into a social situation.

on one hand, drawing has always been my stim/self soothing activity of choice (as im autistic). but 'work drawing' can sometimes be difficult when im scared i might be interrupted in the middle of the day, or if someone might need me to like 'be a person' suddenly.

all this to say, i try my best to stay motivated by taking care of my body and my brain, because if those things go out of whack then i know for sure i wont be able to draw well. and then, in terms of artistic motivation... i look at other people's art, and i go on walks a lot.. and i spend a lot of time alone with my brain/feelings.

art sort of is just like... an engine through which i am taking the outside world, processing it and pulling it through to show everyone how i feel about it. sometimes its as simple as 'this thing was beautiful, i want to show you' 'this thing was cute, i want to show you' but sometimes its also 'this is something i learned, let me teach you' 'this is something that hurt me, let me heal it with you'

... in a lot of ways if i dont keep drawing, i dont know how id communicate with other people, really. so i guess, i have to keep drawing because id get very lonely otherwise.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for exposing my sister-in-law's secret during a fight?

Ok, this one is going to need a bunch of context.

I (29F) started to date my fiance F (31M) when I was 26. While he is the sweetest person ever, his family is a bit difficult and it was hard for me to fit in. They are a very traditional family of Japanese descent, very rich too, and his mother MIL (60sF) had a dream of seeing all of her three sons married to other rich girls of Japanese descent. I am white and from very humble origins, so I was not very well accepted at first. The thing that bothered me the most was the constant comparisons to my brother in law BIL's (34M) wife SIL (33F), who is rich and of Japanese descent. I was deeply in love with F and decided to fight for my place in his family; I started to take Japanese classes and ended up really good at it, and I was also the one who took care of MIL after her appendicitis' surgery. She recognized my hard work and we became closer and closer, at the same time she realized SIL didn't make the same effort for her and the family as I do, and she started to be very vocal about how I was her favorite daughter in law and how SIL should do better and try to be more like me. Suddenly, the tables have turned and SIL was the one being compared to me, no the other way around.

Of course she didn't like that at all and started to antagonize me and criticize every small thing about me. She would complain my dog would bark too much (which she did, but SIL was a little mean about it), and when my dog died, she made a comment about how finally she wouldn't have to hear her barking anymore (that stung a lot since I loved my dog with all my heart and she was like a baby to me), she would also complain about my apartment every time she visited me, saying it was too cheap (as I said, I come from humble origins) and her newest topic of complaining are my earrings: I like to wear cute and funny earrings (only at work and family gatherings, I don't wear them at social events or anything like that) and she always talks about how I'm too old to wear them and how tacky it looks. F and I noticed she's been progressively meaner the closer we get to our wedding (three months from now) and think she's trying to scare me away before I become an official part of the family.

One last piece of context: some months ago, F told me in confidence about how 6 years ago SIL's brother and sister in law died in a car accident and left an orphaned boy of 4 years old. SIL was the little boy's only family, but she refused to take him in saying she already had too much work with her own son (who was also 4 at the time). That didn't go well with the family; MIL and my father in law (who was alive at the time) assured her they would help with the kid and she would have all the support, but she simply didn't want the boy, so he was sent to the system. That was something MIL never forgave her for, since family is everything to her, and it was something only MIL, BIL, SIL, F and his younger brother knew. He told me that in confidence and asked me to not tell anyone. I promised I wouldn't.

Now for the actual situation.

Our last family dinner was one of F's cousins' birthday, so all the extended family was around. No kidding, I think there were around 60 people there or more. SIL, once again, decided to mock me about my earrings (little cherry earrings, very cute) and talked again how I was to old to wear them, how they were kid earrings etc. I've been tolerating her bullshit for so long now and after her comments about my dog's death, I was more sensitive than usual, so I snapped back and said that it's not because she dresses herself like an old lady that I have to do the same. She got angry at that and a proper fight started; we saying worse and worse stuff to each other while everyone stopped to watch. It ended up with her mocking my upbringing and calling me a gold digger, accusing my of only being with F for his money. That really struck a nerve because I heard that before at the beginning of our relationship and it always hurt my feelings, since I genuinely love F. Before I could even think about it, I said: "At least I'm not a heartless bitch like you. How's your nephew doing, by the way? Oh, you have no idea, right? Since you put him in a fucking orphanage!"

She got speechless after that and left the place, went straight to her car with BIL and went home. I didn't hear from her or him since them. F is furious with me since he told me that in confidence and now all the extended family knows SIL's secret. MIL doesn't care at all; she never got over what SIL did to that little boy and it's been a while since SIL isn't in her best graces.

Now that I'm calmer I feel a little guilty for exposing SIL like that, but she was always so awful to me that I can't really feel that bad. Mostly, I feel bad for BIL, with who I always had a good relationship and even defended me back in the day when the family didn't accept me very well. Now he's not talking to me either and, as far as I know, he's also not talking to F.

So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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anjellaufeyson · 3 months

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I could treat you better - Bellamy Blake

Time stamp: 1:38

My boyfriend was lovely–his friend wasn’t. Bellamy Blake was the rudest man I’ve ever come across; I only tolerated him for my boyfriend.

Murphy kissed me before he got pulled away for work, he was doing guard watch. I sighed, why couldn’t Bellamy do this? He always had Murphy doing everything for him, and I’m sick of it. Whenever Muphy comes back to our tent he’s exhausted or too tired to even spend time with me. I left my tent and walked inside Bellamy’s, he was shirtless and a girl was lying on his bed. I immediately left with a disgusted look on my face.

Soon he came out searching for me, “What do you want, princess?”

I palmed my face while we strolled together through Arkadia, “I’d prefer if you wouldn’t call me that, Blake. Especially since some people say that when they’re together.”

He tilted his head, his eyes gazing into mine, he glanced down with a bit of a smile, “Right, whatever you say, princess.”

The need to correct and argue with him was there but I ignored it for the sake of Murphy. “okay–can you please stop keeping my boyfriend working late? I’m aware of how things are, like it or not I’m one of the smart ones and I think he’s being overworked and–”

Bellamy’s face showed confusion in itself, “Murphy gets off at the same time as everyone else. I work the late nights, I’m who stays up all night, every night.”

I stopped moving, trying to process my indecision and incoming sense of betrayal. “Wait, you haven’t been keeping Murphy late or hanging out with him late?”

He shook his head and crossed his arms, his muscles clenching to his tight shirt. His veins popping out. My eyes tore away, my emotions were my only focus. “No, I don’t think anyone has. We’ve been on a lockdown since Clarke went missing.”

My brain racked everything Murphy’s ever told me since he began ‘working’ late. I thought of the girl I assumed he had a relationship with but when I questioned him, he brushed me off. Out of anger, I took off leaving Bellamy, who ended up following behind me calling for my name. I moved the tent side and immediately saw Murphy and the girl kissing. They stopped once they noticed me and how distraught I looked.

I backed up and accidentally bumped into Bellamy’s chest, I didn’t cry. I felt like I should cry, my body begged to cry, but when you did here–it made you seem weak. And I’d never want Murphy to see me cry even though my heart did in return. I turned and tried to shield myself with Bellamy’s chest, but hesitantly he put his arms around me. Trying to comfort me but I knew we both detested each other. He never liked me with Murphy for a reason I am unaware of, and I just never liked him. He brushed his hand up and down my back, almost in circular motions.

Murphy’s voice appeared from behind me but I didn’t dare to look back because I felt so vulnerable, I knew I would cry. “I need to talk with her, I can explain!”

Bellamy stepped in, holding me closer. His voice was demanding, his tone was deep, “Murphy, you should go. Now. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll do it later.”

I could hear Murphy protesting before easily giving up, he didn’t care to try. I pushed away from Bellamy who almost looked shocked at how quickly I switched up.

We had to go on a mission, and I found myself in a difficult position. A hand covered my mouth and once I realized I didn’t know the person whose hand it was I began to get a bit scared. I tried to fight them off but couldn’t–it had to be a grounder.

The grounder pulled a sword on me and dug into my back, but not enough to hurt me but it pierced the skin. He pushed me onto my knees where my friends were–including Bellamy. The whole hunting group was in. Murphy seemed nervous. I guess I should be too, especially since it’s my life on the line.

“Who’s valuable to her?”

What an odd fucking question–is this supposed to be leverage? Might as well let me die.

Bellamy not even a second later stepped forward, “She’s with me, that’s my girlfriend.” He spoke so truthfully that even everyone we knew was aware he was lying through his teeth.

“What are you willing to give me in turn for her life?”

His eyes almost turned vulnerable, his words coming off as pathetic as his tone came off as pleads. “What do you want?”

The grounder moved the sword which caused me to wince, “I want Wanheda.” Everyone shared a confused glance, who is that? “Give her to me and I won’t kill her.”

“Take me instead, she has a better chance of getting through to Wanheda than me.” What is he doing? He’s going to get himself killed–I’m aware he can handle himself but this is almost suicidal. The grounder pushed me into Bellamy’s arms. He squeezed my hand for the quickest second and moved to the grounder who hit him immediately.

I wanted to help him but I didn’t know how to, Bellamy could’ve attacked but stayed down, taking another punch with ease. I stepped forward but he put his hand up, “Don’t,” he demanded while blood ran down his cheek.

Why was he willing to do this for me? We’ll never find her, I mouthed. He did a tiny nod. They need you, I mouthed once more. He got kicked in his ribs and I knew I lost his attention but while the grounder was distracted I quickly stole Murphy’s gun and shot the grounder. My aim was good, but I hated shooting, killing wasn’t something I wanted to do. But I had to–for him.

Without processing what I did I went to Bellamy’s side. I hated his stupidity and I hated how he saved my life. “I hate you,” I said as I helped him up. He spit out blood, “I know,” he said while wincing from getting up too quickly.

While Bellamy was getting medical from Abby, I was talking with Octavia and Jasper. Murphy approached grabbing my arm, “Were you and Bellamy seeing each other behind my back?”

His breath reeks of Monty’s moonshine, “Are you serious? You’ve been cheating on me, Murphy?”

“Were you yes or no?”

Before I could say anything Bellamy put his arm around my waist. His hands slipped around my stomach. Holding me tight but just to keep himself steady from behind. “Yes,” he said in a raspy voice, still clearly in pain. I couldn’t turn my head, I’d be too close to his face. He groaned a bit in pain but still managed to keep his posture strong and himself looking composed. Bellamy pulled me in closer to him and that got a bit of a reaction from Murphy.

“Fuck you both,” he said as he stormed off. Everyone else decided to leave us alone, I was going to Bellamy back to medic. There was a zero percent chance he was let out yet.

He stopped me from walking, his tight and bloody shirt doing him every bit of justice. His hands took control so easily, “Why’d you do it,” I asked.

His fingers traced along my neck, “Save you? Or help you?”

“Both,” I spoke breathlessly. His eyes were fixated on my lips and I wondered if Abby gave him painkillers or something for this type of behavior.

Bellamy stared down at me, tension felt like it was rising, and the heat was radiating off our bodies. He kept one hand on my waist, holding me. His right hand pulled my hair to the side he leaned in, “because we both know I could treat you better,” he whispered into my ear.

#bellamy blake #oneshot #octavia blake #the 100 #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagine #enemies to lovers #fake dating #abby griffin #john murphy #jasper jordan #monty green #bob morley #Spotify

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alcorian · 3 months

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So, I just want to say something real quick about Wilbur Soot and the expectation fans have of all his friends to come out and immediately make statements and drop him. I particularly want to talk about Tommy because i see parallels between his relationship with Wilbur and my relationship with an adult who made me feel responsible for his wellbeing. I am not saying that their relationship is like this, just that based on what we've seen it could be, and we should be prepared to be empathetic and understanding to Tommy in case it is like this.

So some background. Starting at 13 or 14, I had a friend in his thirties who made me feel responsible for his mental health. I won't go into great detail, but I was constantly reassuring him and trying to keep him from killing himself, which was something he gave me multiple scares about. He would disappear and not respond to messages for days or weeks after posting suicide notes on his tumblr... but he was fine every time, just stepping away. Still, it scared me every time, and I felt like I hadn't been doing a good enough job helping him be happy.

I was friends with him from 13 to 16 and I felt responsible not just for his happiness, but his life.

It was so difficult to end that friendship that it took him blocking me multiple times before i could accept that he wasn't my responsibility anymore.

I defended him, let him get away with shit, let him have way more power over my life and beliefs and relationships than he should have. Because i was so toxically attached to him and believed what he told me, I seriously hurt my best friend in the whole world and I will never be able to fully express how sorry I am for it.

I'm saying this because there is evidence that Wilbur and Tommy's relationship contains similar dynamics. Wilbur has said that he relies on Tommy for his mental health. They met when Tommy was, what, 15? That's not healthy. Wilbur is an adult. I've also heard that Tommy has had to talk Wilbur down from suicide. This is extremely similar to what I experienced, and as much as it discomforts me to be seriously speculating about two ccs' relationship off-camera, I can't help but see the strong similarities to my story.

And Shelby's story corroborates this kind of behavior from Wilbur. She also was made to feel like Wilbur relied on her. For Shelby it was about his living situation--she felt like he needed her to take care of him, like he was too traumatized or depressed to take care of his own house and affairs, and if she stopped doing it it just wouldn't get done. And because she is a kind person, she didn't want to leave him like that.

This kind of behavior traps the victim in a relationship with the abuser by making them feel guilty if they try to leave or even distance themselves. It makes the victim feel like they cant hurt or go against the abuser in any way, for fear of blood on their hands, literal or metaphorical. It drives you to defend them, to try to stay by their side even as they prove themselves a terrible person.

So if Tommy isn't immediate and decisive in dropping Wilbur, I think we should be understanding. In these sorts of manipulative relationships, its really hard to speak badly of the abuser, and its hard to accept when others say they're abusive. That's an aspect of the abuse.

It took me until I was 13 to even be consciously aware of my mom doing this to me, and I only became aware of that "friend" doing it when I hadn't spoken to him in years.

This is the sort of thing that is VERY difficult to process and navigate and I think we should give Tommy, and other people close to Wilbur, some grace in navigating it. They should still drop him, but I think we should let them take some time because dropping an abuser who acts like this is very difficult, and they make it so on purpose.

#alv posts #wilbur soot #wilbur situation #abuse cw

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galactic-magick · 1 year

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But Then I Saw You: Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam can’t take his eyes off you and he doesn’t understand why.

Words: 0.7k+

Warnings: SPOILERS!!

Adam was slowly but surely learning to navigate his new life—a far different one than he ever thought he’d be living.

Between missions with the other Guardians, his new home is Knowhere. He has his own small apartment with an overlook of the city, and he’s been trying to inegrate himself into the community. It’s difficult, considering he violently destroyed the place less than a year ago, yet he’s made a decent amount of friends.

There’s one person he still hasn’t figured out how to talk to, though, and that’s you.

Adam sees you around town nearly everyday, and the sight of you always makes him feel something different. He doesn’t understand why he can’t just talk to you like he does everyone else, the nervousness always stopping him. He’s been made well aware that he left his cocoon too early, and therefore isn’t fully developed, but this feeling isn’t something he ever heard mentioned by his mother or his people.

“Ya know, it’s a good thing you don’t have laser eyes or something, because they’d be dead from all your staring,” Rocket jokes, catching Adam looking at you again.

“I don’t know why I can’t stop looking at them,” Adam says.

“Sounds like you got a crush, golden boy,”

“I am Groot,” Groot agrees.

“What’s a crush?” Adam asks, intrigued.

“Oh, geez, do I have to be the one to explain it to him?”

Groot steps up, wrapping a vine around Adam’s shoulders, “I am Groot. I am Groot, I am Groot. I am Groot! I am Groot?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I guess we just don’t usually have those romantic type feelings in my species. We reproduce through genetic engineering and birthing pods, so we don’t have the need to be attracted to each other like that,”

“Okay, so what’s wrong with you then?” Rocket laughs.

“I don’t know,” Adam catches another glance at you. “But maybe it’s not a bad thing,”

“I am Groot?”

Rocket cackles again, “No way am I giving him dating advice, Groot. Go ask Drax or something, he’s the one who’s been married before,”

Adam doesn’t waste much time, so later that day he asks Drax how he should talk to you. Of course Draw tells him about how he met his wife, talking about his attraction to her in graphic detail. Adam hangs onto every word, taking everything in as if he’d be quizzed on it. He asks lots of questions, trying to figure out how best to express his interest in you. Eventually he thinks he has it down, so next time he sees you, he’s determined to make his move.

Fortunately, that time comes pretty fast, and he sees you sitting in the main square on his way home. He sits beside you, attempting to be somewhat covert and casual.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you reply with a smile. “You’re Adam, right?”

“You know who I am?”

“Well, yeah, everyone here knows who you are,” you shrug. “Plus I see you staring at me a lot so I’ve asked some people what your deal is,”

Adam loses his entire train of thought, quickly realizing his plan had already failed. He clearly already weirded you out by his behavior, and he didn’t want to further discomfort you.

“I’m sorry,” are the only words he finds to say.

“Why?” you laugh. “I’m not mad, I’ve just been waiting for you to actually talk to me,”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to know what’s so interesting about me. Do I look like someone you knew or something?”

He’s relieved to know you’re not upset with his terrible social skills, but he still doesn’t know quite how to respond. How is he to explain how seeing you makes him feel?

“The truth is,” he starts, “I thought my people were supposed to be the most beautiful and perfect species in the universe...but then I saw you,”

Now it’s your turn to lose all words and thoughts from your mind. Is the Adam Warlock into you?

“I never meant to scare you, and I understand if you don’t feel similar feelings towards me,” he stand up, “I hope you have a lovely evening,”

“Wait, hang on Adam,” you stop him from leaving. “Why didn’t you just ask me out?”

“Out where?”

You laugh, his confusion endearing, “Anywhere, goldie. I need to get to know you better before I decide if I like you too, don’t I?”

“Ah, yes! Great idea,” he nods. “I will ask you out tomorrow, then,”

“Not now?”

“I need to go home now to feed my pet,”

“Of course,” you smile. “Tomorrow, then,”

He flies up into the air, leaving you to look forward to whatever he comes up with.

Read this to make a Guardians request!

#adam warlock x reader #guardians of the galaxy x reader #gotg x reader #adam warlock #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg 3

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xjulixred45x · 2 months

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I hope I am not too late to make a request. Can I please get a Yandere Toji Drabble where he is obsessed with a Sorcerer darling and their CT is based on divination so they are one step ahead of Toji whoever one day they end up corning their darling and it leads to a scary game of hide and seek

YEAH BABY!! Finnally some content for this man! I was wondering when Someone was going to Request him(finnally something that is NOT SATOSUGU THANK GOD!)

Yandere Toji Fushiguro x Reader: a Step ahead.

(reader) knew from the beginning that something was wrong.

They noticed very quickly when He began to follow them, thanks to their ritual technique they felt safe, because they would always be one step ahead of any weirdo who tried something with them. They didn't consider it something important, just a strange day.

Even when he came back.

Which was kind of strange, it's not like it wasn't possible, but normally these types of people gave up quickly, right? Why was he still behind them?

No, it doesn't matter, they could handle it, they always have been able to.

And they did it, they got rid of the stranger for the second time, already calm that he would probably not see them again, he was always one step ahead of things, they would make sure of it.

They even took the trouble to try to remember if they had seen him at any other time, his intimidating presence was familiar to them, his appearance... but they really didn't think it was that important. They could handle it.

It was like that for a while, the encounters with this person became simply a bad moment or in any case a horrible coincidence that had happened. They were calm knowing that they could avoid him and his bad intentions. It became simply an anecdote of a bad time. They could continue with their normal lives.

But then why did they feel so uneasy?

It didn't matter where they went, what time or who they went with, there would always be that feeling that something could be happening, that something was happening, but there was nothing nearby to indicate otherwise, and with their ritual technique this tipi of things should be a piece of cake.

Thanks to this, (reader) they began to try to spend as little time alone, that way they felt that this feeling was not so difficult to handle. It worked for a while.they would find a way to get rid of this problem.

but then they started to feel it again...he was stalking them...the same guy...again.

Their ritual technique, divination, had saved their live many times, sometimes giving subtle clues and other times concrete information, but with this man, Toji Fushiguro, they didn't understand why it didn't work the same way. It was as if there was some kind of interference with their ritual.

They finally realized where they had seen Toji from. in the files of the high command...one of the deadliest Sorcerer alive...

the sorcerer-killer was after them.

He blended into the background, disappeared and appeared, they couldn't feel his cursed energy. How did he do it? How did he avoid his ritual technique twice?

It all made sense when they met him in person...

They had been using their ritual technique constantly to avoid Touji as much as possible. but it had left them tired and without desire. Fortunately it seemed that he had temporarily withdrawn from his "position" so they were calm.

To be honest, they were kind of hoping. Could it be that Toji finally stopped following them? Did he finally leave them alone?

And then, in less than a second, that Hope was shattered.

-"You are very lucky to be so adorable"-

They were breathing hard trying to calm down and remain silent, now hiding from Toji. Everything went so fast...

-"If any other target was giving me the problems and fights that you give, I would have already killed them"-

They tried to ignore his words and move slowly towards another hiding place, but they couldn't help but tremble after hearing the last sentence. which made their movements faster and clumsier. They feel so scared and so tired...

-" But don't ya worry, You're reciving the Special treating, i would't put a hand over You.."-

They continued to crawl in their footsteps, increasingly tired and weaker from using their ritual technique, there had to be a way out of that, THERE HAD TO BE A WAY...

-"..well, unless you're liking all this sweetheart"-

Finally they saw what seemed like their last hope, now that they had no cursed energy left, they had to get to where the people were.

Move, ignore it, move...

-"because, personally--"-

(reader) came out of his hiding place and with the little strength he had left they went towards the public area, without stopping, without looking towards where Touji's voice was coming from, they just ran.

They ran, they turned the corner, they kept running, they crossed the streets, they ignored all the pros of running away from this man-sorcerer--monster--whatever he was.

and again it was there, the feeling of hope when they were less than a block from the public area, maybe they didn't get rid of it this time, but at least they could try again, they could run away--

With a single blow with something hard, (reader) collapsed, being caught in the air by a strong arm...

They began to shake compulsively, breathe heavily, and felt fear take over them as they looked up to see him.

-"I always enjoy a good game of hunting from time to time."-

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

Thanks for the Request ❤️

I didn't really LOVE IT, but i like it, it was fun to write for Toji, if you are going to order from JJK, ask him more and not SatoSugu please (those two already have me rotten)

#headcanons #neutral reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu no kaisen #yandere #yandere jjk #yandere toji #yandere toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #tw yandere #tw stalking

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megpricephotography · 3 months

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1 photo a year, from 2015 to 2024.

9 years ago today - on February 19th 2015, I (reluctantly!) went to meet a 21 month old border collie, who was very, very rapidly running out of time & chances, thanks to his unbelievably difficult behaviour. I was not looking for a 2nd dog, let alone one with major problems that needed working through but somehow, I found myself being persuaded to just "go see what you think of him".

I met Flynn, though that wasn't his name then - along with my dad (who'd been the one doing the persuading) & Flynn's then owners - we went out for a walk together, on cold, rainy, mirky afternoon. From what I'd heard beforehand, I was expecting to find some poor, sad, skulking, defensive creature, who didn't like anyone... Flynn was not that. I looked at him, as he joyfully ran circles in the gathering dusk... carefully making sure he offered the ball to each person he was out with - including us strangers... & I felt there was hope for him. Or, at least that it'd be a shame to let this young life get cut short, without at least attempting to see if he could improve & overcome his fears. The early years were hard for us both. I am in no way a dog behaviourist, or trainer & I was in over my head with Flynn! Even at our worst moments though, Flynn was always clearly desperately keen to keep *trying* to work with me, trying to not be scared of things which clearly terrified him, trying to trust we were on the same side - & that kept me trying too. I'm so thankful we both stuck at it! 9 years ago, I met Flynn & suspected there was a terribly clever, affectionate, funny little dog, hidden under the distrust & fear & stress... I was right. More & more as time goes by, Flynn's true nature has shone through & he's come further than I ever thought possible. He is a wonderful companion & brings me so much joy every day - haha & even when he's a grumpy old man, we can laugh about it. Good Boy, Flynn... I'm glad I went to meet you on that nasty day in February, all those years ago.

#flynn #border collie #dog #rescue dog #gotcha day

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capriciouscapsss · 1 year

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pac: How Would Your F/S Describe You? ⚙︎

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these past couple of weeks have been hectic!! i've finally started to dwindle down on readings and i've completed a majority of them already (which i am so happy about, thank you so much for the support!) 💞 with that being said i am open to getting more readings again!! so ready to receive new orders and read for new people 💞 and i also wanted to quickly come forward to reassure you all that i haven't disappeared and that i'm still hereee doing pac/readings for you all. so yeah, book with me if you can! and now for the topic of today, i want to talk about how your f/s will perceive you and how they would describe you if they could. this can also be done with a special person in mind, the choice is yours! with that having been said, let's get started!

we have four piles; intuitively choose the one you're most drawn to. let your heart guide you, not your eyes.

Pile I. catwoman rolling in money

[8oC, 9oW, the hanged man, the chariot, KNoS, 9oS]

damn pile one 😭 you guys are really going through it and your person can see it loud and clear. i believe that your person won't have the best thoughts about you at the start. they believe that you're someone who runs away when the going gets too tough. i believe there could even be a point where they kind of test you and you fail? like they don't trust you anymore. they feel like you're too guarded. i get the image of you both in an almost grey interview where you both are being asked questions and they're taking their time to answer because they don't want to hurt your feelings but still want to be honest. the mood feels somber. almost like a fight/argument has just happened between you both. your person thinks that because of your unwillingness to disclose more of yourself you are unintentionally hurting and betraying them too. i hear that they would say that they know it's not because you mean to but because that's all you know to do. i honestly do think they're being a little hard on you, pile one, especially cause you sound more scared than intentional about this all. i believe that they also think that your head is your own biggest opponent. they describe you as being incredibly perceptive and intelligent but also can overthink to the point where you alone make things up in your mind (they said delusional, I said you have a vivid imagination okay? lmao😭). i think they believe that you also don't talk to them when you have a problem. you believe you alone are responsible for your emotions and while people can say that, they disagree with that 100% when it comes to you.

they want you to come forward and tell them about yourself. tell them about your problems. be frank and open with them, they hate when you box yourself in. I think that they also believe that you've had difficult experiences with being upfront and honest. they would say that you are someone that doesn't have experience speaking her mind and that they know that with time and effort you can come to be more open and that this relationship can be better. I also think that you both are people that have given this relationship a try after having been single for a long time. the only difference I'm seeing is different attachments styles. one having a more healthy way of feeling and the other taking their time to catch up and learn.

with time though, ask them and they'll talk most about how you've progressed. about how you have changed and how every day they meet you, they feel like they are meeting a different you. you're striving for growth, for something more. I believe that they'll talk about how confident and sure of yourself you become. about how much of a leader you've blossomed into.

Pile II. the earth goddess

[7oS, KNoC, AoC, AoP, 7oC, the devil R, the hanged man R]

pile two, trust me when I say that if someone would come up and ask them what they thought about you they would stay quiet and give just a sly grin before walking away. your person is someone very very private. they don't want to speak on anyone unless it's to their face lmao, like they really are someone who values boundaries so much that they only way they'd talk about you is if you were present when they did. they dislike talking about people without their knowledge that's for sure.

anyways I have no idea what your person is so worried about saying since it'd be all good things! your person is more likely to keep these things to themselves though (they would die if anyone heard their inner self cheesing about you). your person would only have positive things to say about you. it seems like you would make a good impression on them since the start since not one bad thing is sticking out to me. i do believe they'd comment on what they like about you.

the innocent way you love, without expecting anything in return. I hear a lot of "I" in this sentences so it's also a lot of talking about how you make them feel, what you inspire in them, more than your own qualities. they feel like you make them want to love. that you make them feel young again where they're receiving those dreaded stomach butterflies once again. I believe that they'd also talk about how healthy you are. they'd comment on how non toxic you are, and how you love in a way that isn't smothering. how you crowd them with love whilst still making sure they have their own space. they'd speak alottt on your way of loving. they'd applaud you for being such a forward thinker. i also believe they'd describe you to be someone that has such a wise mind. they think you're traditional in a way, someone who likes doing things the "right way". they've come to appreciate that a lot in you, you know, your way of loving that is freeing but in a way still comforting and not too far of from what they grew up on and have always known.

Pile III. sweet woman on the floor

[the magician, 3oW, 4oP, 10oS, KoW, the emperor, 7oP]

pile three, your person would struggle to find the words no joke 😭 I don't think that they wouldn't find you absolutely captivating in fact they'd struggle to find the words that would really fit to describe you. i heard "not one word fits you" and i believe them you know? because judging purely based of our cards, you are very very complex.

so lets start off. you are someone who is very grand. and they know this and recognize this. they believe that you are someone who knows what they want and they'd do anything to get it. "unmistakeable confidence in yourself" is what I heard. you have the confidence of something historic I feel, like you've been here for a long time so you know how the rules work and now they're working in your favor. they'd talk about how much of a leader you naturally are. you they've seen you whip people into shape around you with as little as a look. they'd describe how you make people want to better themselves by being around you. they wish luck to people who want to slack off around you. I believe that even though your energy is so fiery and literally just so big and something that packs a punch, you also have this calming aura to yourself that people recognize and love about you. they'd talk about how patient and understanding you can be and how you don't give up on people. I think this is a big one for them, they believe you'd never quit on the people you love. sort of like a king/queen with humility.

I think that's why they struggle to define you. you're almost like a pardox to them. the king/queen with humility really stuck out to me. like someone who is a clear leader and could choose to act better than everyone if they wished, but they don't. instead they act humble and with great care towards everyone. I believe they would also comment on how much of a hard worker you are. how you might have struggled a lot with possessions growing up but you kept at it and it's gotten you so far. they would describe you to be stubborn. someone who doesn't know how to quit. but they also in turn love that about you, because again, you never have people around you acting lazy and it makes them want to be better for you.

Pile IV. femme fatale with the g8n

[6oC, the wheel of fortune, KNoS R, the hierophant, 9oP, 5oW R]

I kept hearing the number five when I was channeling for you pile 4, so it could be possible that your person could think that a. you are super creative and you always know how to have a good time or b. you'd make the best mother/father.

and as soon as I saw our cards, I laughed. we got the six of cups which talks about both things I just mentioned. I believe they'd describe you as someone who hasn't lost their zest for life. someone who still sees the world with wonder. they believe that you remain always eternally youthful. they could even want to protect you for being somewhat naive at times. they would tell anyone who asked how pure hearted you are though. they still believe in the good of your heart and they think and would say that they've found the only person in this earth with a heart of gold. I believe they would talk greatly of your goodness. they value your kindness. they also believe your favored by the universe because of this. I can hear them telling other people that you always get what you want because you don't operate with malice. because you wish even your enemies well. lmao this is not what i expected to get when i was channeling for the pile with a pic of a woman holding a g8n 😅

I believe they could also talk about how sure you are of your decisions. like seriously all I'm getting is your person bigging you up. talking about how patient and serious you can be when you want something. like people could expect you, or even your reputation could imply, that you're slightly or someone that doesn't take stuff seriously. but that's not at all the case they'd say. they would talk about how focused you can be when you want something. how you can reach compromise for the sake of building something greater. they'd talk of your fantastic teamwork.

there's also you living in an abundance mindset which they'd admire. they'd speak about how much you have and how much you've helped them clear out their own mind and be better. there could even be talk about meeting you and things suddenly righting themselves in their life with your faith and confidence.

that was all 💞 forgive the mistakes, I was in a rushhh, love you all 💞 til next timeee 💞💞

#pick a card #pick a pile #pac reading #pick a card reading #intuition #astro notes #FS pac #fs reading #relationship pac #love pac #relationship reading #love reading #aphrodite #pick a number #pac tarot #PAC

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stars4anakin · 7 months

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The way I loved you —⁠ ANAKIN SKYWALKER

summary: when arguing with Anakin you confess your feelings

warnings: master/padawan relationship (one-sided), reading situations horribly, arguments, ANGST.

pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

a/n: this is very bad but this concept wouldn't leave my head..

songs i listened to while writing this:

The way I loved you - Taylor Swift

Majorie - Taylor swift

Illicit Affairs - Taylor Swift

Drabble ... MASTERLIST

"How could you have been so reckless!"

You furrowed your brows, drawing your arms closer over your chest, "It wasn't my fault, Anakin!" You shouted, You didn't want to cry, You weren't scared, or sad, just angry. You couldn't help it. You hated that you cried when you were angry, it made you feel weak.

"Really?" He scoffed, stepping closer than he was before, his harsh words cutting through the air like a knife. "Tears?"

"Why are you being so mean!" You pushed against him, trying to get space between you two.

"I'm teaching you a lesso-"

"The only thing you're teaching me is how much of a mistake Master Yoda made. You are selfish! You don't care for me, for your squadron! Only you and the senator!" Maybe if there weren't tears falling down your face, he would've taken you seriously, but he didn't. He only got closer, again, his presence like a dark cloud enveloping you. "Don't act like you know me."

"I saved the Senator. I protected the squadron. How can you blame me?" Your voice cracked with every word, and you pleaded, "I..."

"The Senator shouldn't have been in any danger in the first place!"

This wasn't the Anakin you knew. He had always been calm and composed, treating you as an equal. Now, he acted superior, and you didn't want to argue with him. He was your best friend, your mentor, the person you loved.

"I couldn't sense any danger, Anakin." You said, softly this time, your words carrying a profound sorrow. "I was assigned to protect the Senator, and I feel I've done that. She's okay."

He shook his head, his jaw tightening, and his anger remained strong, scarily strong. "And if she wasn't?"

"What then, Anakin?" You closed your eyes, your voice barely a murmur. You wished he cared for you like this, fighting for your safety. But that was a wish that would never come true. And then, almost involuntarily, you whispered, "I love you, Anakin." It was as if you wanted to end the argument or let the truth out while everything was already in ruins.

After a long pause, his anger wavered, and your eyes finally opened. "An-And you're scaring me. I don't want to fight."

He sighed and rubbed his temples, "I'm sorry, but I need to talk to the Council. I can't continue your training."

"What?" Panic and regret surged within you.

Maybe if you kept your mouth shut, if you protected the Senator like you were assigned to, you would be laughing with Anakin about something, congratulating each other with another win against the separatists. But you didn't. Now you're here, grabbing onto his wrists, his arms, shoulders, trying—begging—him to stop, to think about this, "Anakin, listen to me. Please?"

He turned around, looking down into your eyes.

"I made a mistake. I know, but-but I want to forget this happened, I want to go to sleep and wake up in the morning to you knocking at my door, complaining how I never get up in time--"

"I can't continue your training."

"You're not hearing me!"

"I am," he replied coldly, "but what you said won't go away."

You tried to argue again, but he beat you to it, "I don't love you. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No," you whispered, the tightness in your throat becoming unbearable.

"You were right. Master Yoda made a mistake making me your master."

You hated the feeling of your throat tightening, the pain it caused, and the way your body told you, you were about to cry. You shook your head, breathing became difficult, your ears rang, and you heard Anakin faintly calling your name. Your vision blurred, and you continued to retreat, pushing away anyone who tried to reach out to you. The crying was loud and echoing. "I wish I had never joined the Order," you sobbed, your voice filled with pain, "I wish..." You fought to finish your sentence, fighting against your own sobs, "I wish I never met you. I hate you."

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Waking Lions 19

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I am so sorry this is late, life has been lifing me real good recently. I'm hoping things calm down a bit now and I can get back on a more consistent schedule again. Especially this close to the end of the story.

You and Gray have a little talk. This is not going to end well for you.

Warnings: Gray is Unhinged (and not in a fun way), sadistic character, sadism, lowkey psychological torment, spy shit, swearing, hopelessness.

Word count: 1.4k

All the air had left the world. Your eyes started to burn as you stared at Gray, brain working incredibly slowly. You breathed in, everything snapping into hyperfocus.

Gray. Gray was here. He’d found you. He’d found you alone.

You were dead.

“Ace, now, is it?” he asked, conversational, as if you were old friends. He stepped up next to you, motioning you to walk a certain direction. He didn’t have a weapon in his hands, but you knew him too well.

He either had a gun on him, or he had someone watching from a discreet distance, ready to shoot you.

You were so fucked.

He paused when you failed to move, raising one eyebrow at you. Slowly. Letting you feel the weight of his judgment.

"Are you really going to push me to use force?" He kept his voice low, still falsely pleasant.

You eyed him. You had no idea how serious he was. You couldn't read him, fear clogging your brain, tinting your vision. So you took a step, a little slow, a little shaky. But you moved.

And he smiled.

"You gave me quite the hard time," he continued, matching your pace. "Finding you was more difficult than I had guessed."

You swallowed hard, hand sliding into your pocket. Thank fuck your phone was on the opposite side from Gray. It took a moment of cautious fiddling, but you got it recording. Just in case.

"I am impressed you have managed this long," he continued, still cool as anything. "I would have expected you to get yourself killed much sooner than this. But then, you did have help."

You swallowed again. No. He wanted to make you scared, make you suffer. You needed to take some control back. Even if only a sliver.

"What do you want?" You managed to keep your voice almost entirely even, only a slight waver at the end giving you away. But Gray already knew what kind of terror he instilled in you.

He chuckled, turning the two of you down a different street. "Well, you've made yourself a bit of an obstacle again. You've done good work, I've heard all about you from a… mutual friend." He glanced at you, smirking, just to see that barb land. "But unfortunately, you also tried to get me locked away for life. I can't just let something so personal slide, you understand?"

Oh you understood. You understood all too well. He had held a grudge all these years, and spotted the perfect opportunity to take you out and decided to take it. But if he was going after you…

"You've wanted me dead for longer than that," you managed, eyeing him. He still looked too pleased, too confident. It made you want to knock him down a peg or twenty.

"Oh, that?" He chuckled, as if it were silly. As if trying to kill you as a child had been nothing. "Well, that was business, wasn't it? I was after your father's business, you were incidental." He paused, watching with barely concealed glee as you struggled to hold down your rage. "Until Laswell took you in."

Horror washed cold down your spine, smothering your anger in an instant. Laswell. If he held a grudge against you, he certainly held one against Laswell. And she was here, she didn't know he was here.

If only you had a way to tell her, to warn her. To keep her safe, the way she'd kept you safe years ago.

Almost as quickly as the horror, a kernel of relief settled in your heart. She was surrounded by the 141, and the others. She was safe.

Much safer than you, at any rate.

"Oh don't worry," Gray soothed mockingly, cruel glee lighting his eyes when you glanced at him. "I haven't forgotten about her! In fact, I have something special planned for her as well."

You swallowed. He sounded too gleeful about that. You had always remembered him as being cruel and cold, but this? This was a level of cruelty you hadn't seen before. He was unhinged, deranged. Enjoying your fear. Enjoying taunting you. This was somehow worse than you had imagined. This wasn't just killing you, this was torturing you first and enjoying every moment of it.

You didn't remember this from your childhood memories.

"So, where are we going?" You knew you wouldn't get a proper answer, but it was the first thing that popped into your mind that wasn't panic or protective screaming for him to leave Kate alone. Your fingers twitched against your phone. Oh, Kate.

He smiled, amused and condescending, and stopped next to a car. A plain black sedan. You could have snorted at it, in other circumstances. For now, you just stopped a couple steps away. A bodyguard stepped out of the driver's seat, walking slowly around the car. Giving you a good look at the glint of a gun under his jacket.

You could have laughed, if you weren't so scared. This felt like old time mob shit. Your life had turned into a movie.

"You'll find out, soon enough," Gray said as the guard opened the door. He slid into the car, sinuous and easy, those cold eyes locked on you with glee.

You had no real choice here. If you tried to run, you'd be shot. If you got in the car, you were just as dead. It would just take longer.

Gray knew it too. He was enjoying this, enjoying watching you struggle.

But if you got in the car, there was a chance. A very slim chance, but still a chance.

"You know they'll find me, right?" You asked, voice deceptively mild as you shifted your weight. Biding your time. Trying to draw out any further information for the recording.

"Who, your new friends? Task Force 141?" Gray laughed, soft and cruel. Your heart jolted at the realization that he knew exactly who he was dealing with. The guard shifted, taking a half step forward, though he did not reach for you. "Oh yes. I know all about your new friends. SAS. You got your fingers into some very interesting pies." Gray smiled, cruel, dark. You could all but see the blood in his teeth from tearing people apart.

You shivered. Just once. But that was enough - he latched on to that moment of weakness.

"There are only the four of them," Gray continued, almost gently mocking. "What are four men to me? Four more lives? Bah. Nothing." He leaned forward, closer to you, lowering his voice to a menacing murmur. "Their lives are worth nothing to me, except the suffering their deaths may bring you." He paused a moment, purely for effect. "If you live that long."

Rage and horror warred in your veins, running cold, keeping you rooted to your spot. You needed to keep him away from John. Away from Kate. Away from the others.

"So. They can try," Gray finished, showing far too many teeth in his smile. "They can try."

You swallowed. He was very confident in all of this. Of course he was, he'd had years to plan out his revenge. Nobody even knew you were missing. They would have no real clues to go off of, no way to find you.

And he knew too much. About the 141. About Kate.

About you.

You were going to die.

Shivering now, you ended the recording and finally stepped towards the car. The guard moved away from the door, apparently content to let you get in and close the door yourself.

Which worked well for you. As soon as he was around the car, you got in. And dropped your phone in the grass next to the car.

The door shut between you and the outside world, muffling the noises of the city. Muffling everything. The air was thick in the car, tense.

The engine turned on, rumbling quietly. You looked out the window as the car started to move and risked one last look at your phone, sitting in the grass.

They wouldn't find you. They probably wouldn't even find your phone.

You were alone.

Maybe it was better this way, if you could keep Gray away from them.

Swallowing hard, you set your trembling hands in your lap and looked out the window, silence thick as a blanket settling over the car.

You should have told John how you felt about him.

You wouldn't have the chance, now.

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soulmates 2 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n faces her new reality and makes a tough decision

warnings: smut (masturbation), hurt/comfort, yelling, emotional turbulences (?)

word count: 2.9k

author's note: I wish I knew what I was doing ¯\_(ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ)_/¯

part 1

Three flights of stairs up and through the door you walked past your mom and fell into your bed, crying. “Did something happen?” she asked through the closed door. “Did he hurt you?” “No, he didn't,” you cried and heard the door open and close, a few footsteps before she sat down by your side. “Bean, what happened?” she asked sweetly and stroked over your hair as your face was still pressed into the pillows. “I hate the universe, mom,” you mumbled and cried some more. The only thing that made it hurt less was that JJ didn't interrupt your thoughts. “Oh baby,” she sighed and pulled you into a hug. You sniveled and she hugged you tighter. “Tell me.”

You tried to collect your thoughts and focus on the words rather than your tears. “We were out for lunch and then- I don't know why now, why me, why him- I can't break his heart, mom, I just can't,” you cried. “Oh, Bean, I'm so sorry,” she whispered and wiped your tears away. You were glad that she let you feel sad about it, although you knew she was probably internally screaming about how happy she was for you to find your person. “How am I supposed to tell him?” you asked quietly, hoping for an easy answer. “I never had to break up with someone, but I think being honest and gentle would be the best approach,” she suggested, and it hit you like a ton of bricks. She had never had to go through this heartbreak, this pain and feeling like you were betraying someone you thought you might love. For her, it had been a smooth slope from best friends to partners to the confirmation that she had always been meant for her dad. “He wants to come over later,” you said sheepishly, unsure if it would actually be a good idea. “Do you want him to?” she asked and brushed over your hair again. “I don't know. My head is all over the place,” you admitted and she nodded. “It's an adjustment, I know.” “You already told Dad, didn't you,” you sighed, knowing well enough now that there was no way to conceal your thoughts from the other, especially when it was something this personal to either of you. “Can't help it,” she admitted with a smile.

“Tell me about him, not Kelce, I already know that one,” she chuckled. “I don't know that much. He's a waiter-” you wanted to keep talking, but JJ interrupted your thoughts. ‘And surfer, and most importantly a way better kisser than that Kook of yours.’ “Uhm, anyway,” you mumbled, and your mother couldn't help but smile as she saw how you were acting. “You could invite him over, just to talk. I would like to get to know him,” she spoke quietly, as if she was scared that he would hear her, which was impossible. “I don't know if that would be wise,” you whispered. “You want to break up with Kelce first, I understand. I can only imagine how much that's going to hurt both of you,” she sighed and hugged you again. ‘That feels weird. What's happening?’ JJ asked. ‘I’m hugging my mom. Can you not spy on me right now?’ you snapped at him, maybe a bit too harsh, but he just chuckled. ‘I’m trying very hard not to, but your emotional turbulence is making it difficult for me to remember the orders.’ “Sorry,” you said out loud, forgetting completely that he wasn't actually next to you. “Why are you sorry? You don't have to be sorry for not being fond of breaking the boy's heart,” your mom said before realizing that you hadn't been talking to her. “Oh,” she exclaimed and smiled. “I'm going to talk to him tonight, explain it all, and hopefully he won't hurt JJ,” you told your mom, making sure that JJ was aware too. “I'm gonna be here for you, and your dad too. We won't let anything happen to you,” she assured you. ‘Great, and I'll go break his ugly nose when he even tries to make you feel bad about this,’ JJ said and paired it with a memory of his fist connecting to Kelce’s jaw. ‘Don’t show me shit like that, I still care about him,’ you told him as you watched your mom leave your room. ‘I don't want either of you getting hurt.’ ‘Fine.’ You could feel him rolling his eyes at you. ‘Good,’ you hissed. ‘Are you free tomorrow? We could go on a date,’ he suggested. ‘First I have to deal with my boyfriend, then I can think of other things. Now shush, I have to think clearly,’ you shut him up, and he just laughed before leaving you to be by yourself.

You texted Kelce to meet you for dinner at your place and then spent the remaining four hours in between figuring out how to explain it all without having to hurt him too much. In the shower your mind slipped back to how JJ had looked at you, his comment about wanting to kiss you. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking about him, his physique, his eyes, his smile, his laugh, his voice that was even more attractive out loud than inside your head. You found yourself thrusting your own fingers into your pussy as he filled out your whole mind and being. ‘Fuck princess, I'm trying to have a conversation with my friends. Can you stop thinking about how much you wanna fuck me?’ His daring laugh echoed in your mind as the hot water ran over your body. Instead of stopping you decided to take a step further, picturing yourself in your favorite lingerie set, knowing well enough how much more difficult that would make it for him. ‘Are you always this dirty?’ he asked, and you could feel him trying to control his thoughts, not wanting to let you see what he actually wanted to think of. ‘No, but I'm very emotional,’ you replied and he chuckled. ‘You really wanna fuck yourself while thinking about me before you break his heart? Do you even understand how hot that is?’ He sounded way needier than he had intended and a picture of his hands roaming your body, pressing you into the wall at the Country Club and kissing you appeared in your mind. But it wasn't your thought, no, and that made it even worse. ‘I bet you taste even better than I can imagine,’ he growled, and you lost control over your own body. Your orgasm washed over you as you panted, your head leaning against the baby blue tiles. ‘Did you just-’ He couldn't even finish his sentence as you cut him off. ‘I trust you to never tell anyone about what just happened. No one! Ever!’ you urged. ‘Why would I ever let anyone know?’ ‘I’ve never done that before, not like this,’ you admitted. ‘I could make you feel even better, princess,” he mused, and you had to laugh. ‘You can pick me up from school tomorrow, but only if tonight goes to plan. I hope it does,’ you thought to yourself and then a wave of warmth spread through your body. ‘Are we even now?’ ‘Yeah, next time you could warn me. I don't know how to explain that one to them,’ he said, and you could feel your heart beating a bit faster. ‘You haven't told them yet?’

Instead of replying JJ just showed you a memory of his: He was sitting on a couch on a porch, looking out onto the march; a yard with hammocks hanging from an old tree, a hot tub and a pier with a small boat docked to it were in his eyesight before he turned his head to look at his friends. “I never really believed in it anyway, are you sure?” JJ asked the curly haired boy. “Am I sure?” the boy laughed, and a girl looked at him slightly disgusted. “Yeah, are you, because I think it's bullshit. Sarah Cameron, the Kook Princess? Be for fucking real John B!” she snapped at him. “Do I look like I have a choice? She's with Topper, you know how much that hurts?” You could hear the pain in John B's voice. “You had a crush on her for years, it just seems too convenient to be true. It seems too perfect, and we all know the stats, okay?” Another boy, tall and dark skinned, spoke up. “Pope is right, the odds are so low, you can't blame us for doubting it,” JJ said, and you could feel that he had wanted nothing more than to believe his best friend, but the other two brought up good arguments. “You just don't get it, none of you will until you experience it yourself,” John B sounded angry as he got up and walked inside. “Pretty slim chances,” JJ mumbled and the memory vanished.

“Oh,” you sighed out loud and got the immense urge to hug him. ‘Yeah, I don't want them to tear you to pieces,’ he admitted. ‘But they don't know me,’ you thought, yet the unsettling feeling that they would hate you didn't leave you alone. ‘I shouldn't have told you about that, not right now, not before- I'm sorry,’ he apologized. ‘Can you feel me hugging you?’ You had to laugh, because even though your connection with him got stronger with every single thought you shared, it was still not more than a cute phrase, yet it gave you hope. ‘JJ?’ you asked after some time, and while trying to figure out what to wear. ‘Yeah?’ he replied, while still only picturing himself holding you tightly. ‘How does one break up with someone else?’ you asked and hoped he knew the answer. ‘If it were me, I wouldn't want you to lie about it. I mean, it would be easier, but he's gonna find out anyway. You should tell him all, not just half of it,’ he was so calm about it that it made you not be as scared for what was to come. ‘My mom wants to meet you,’ you let him know just to distract yourself while putting on your clothes; a pair of jeans and a hoodie. ‘All right, but maybe not that quick. I think we should start slow,’ he told you, and you had to agree, it was all so very fast already. Just this morning you hadn't even thought about ever meeting your soulmate, and now you were about to break up with your boyfriend for said soulmate; it was all quite fast, actually. ‘I will leave you to it, if you need me just call,’ he let you know before your mind went quiet again.

You sat at the dinner table and watched your parents cook. They always cooked together, not losing a single word as they were inside their own bubble. You admired them, how easy everything always seemed. They rarely ever fought, and you finally understood why, you could finally understand why your parents acted the way they did. And you hoped that you could be like this too, one day, to have a complete understanding between JJ and you, to never have to question your love because you could be certain he felt the same. The knocking on the door ripped you out of your thoughts, and you jumped up, your parents turning around and giving you a warm, encouraging smile.

“Hey,” you sighed as you looked at Kelce. He had brought you flowers, and you felt your heart breaking a little. “I didn't know what to bring,” he said nervously. You had never seen him this nervous. “Are you feeling better?” You nodded and let him inside, taking the flowers and putting them in a vase as he greeted your parents. “Thank you for letting me have dinner with you, Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n,” he thanked them politely before taking his usual seat at the table. “It's always a pleasure,” your dad replied, and you could see your mum hit him in the side and wondered what he might have thought about to cause her to do it. ‘I don't know how to do this,’ you cried out for help and hoped that JJ could help you. ‘I could come over, you just have to tell me where you live,” he suggested, and you were so lost in him that you didn't notice the water overflowing the vase and running down the drain. “Honey,” your mom ripped you out of it and started taking care of the flowers for you. “Sorry,” you mumbled. ‘If you were in his shoes, would you want to eat before or rather after someone trampled on your heart?’ JJ asked, but you didn't have an answer for him. “Before,” you whispered to yourself, looking down at your feet and Kelce looked at you confused. You walked over to him and looked at him, feeling your heart squeeze at how horribly it would hurt to have to tell him the truth. ‘All right, that hurts,’ JJ sighed. ‘Sorry,’ you let it slip while trying to find the words you wanted to tell Kelce.

‘Kelce, I have to talk to you about something important,’ JJ helped you out, and you simply repeated the words out loud. “Is everything okay? You've been acting weird all day, sugar,” Kelce noted. “Maybe we should go to my room,” you mumbled and walked to the back of the small flat and into the small room that you called your own. He followed you and placed himself on the edge of your bed after you had sat down in your desk chair. “I don't- You have to understand that I didn't mean for this to happen, it was a mistake really,” you started talking and JJ interrupted you. ‘You’re making it sound like you cheated on him. Very bad idea, princess.” “I mean, I had no say in it and I want to tell you before anything happens, before-” Your throat felt like it was closing up as you looked into his confused face. “Y/n, what are you trying to tell me?” he asked quietly. ‘Don’t forget to breathe, love,’ JJ whispered in your head, and you had to close your eyes to focus on the words. “We have to break up,” you pressed out before opening your eyes and looking at the confused boy in front of you. “What?” he asked. “I can't be with you anymore, I'm sorry,” you said with a monotonous voice. “Why?” Kelce was completely caught off guard. “I don't understand-” “It wasn't my choice, you have to understand-” you tried to explain yourself. It seemed to dawn on him what had happened, and he got up and started pacing. “Who?” he suddenly snapped at you, and you flinched at the anger he had in his voice. You didn't want to tell him, not after he had just reacted like this. “It doesn't matter who,” you whispered. ‘I’m gonna kill him if he hurts you,’ JJ hissed because he could feel that the fear you were now experiencing was a different one than before. “I think it matters a lot,” Kelce barked at you and you flinched again. “It's no one's fault. If I could change it I would, please believe me,” you told him but the way he was acting made you question what had ever made you feel drawn to him at all.

“Who!” he demanded and got closer to you, your heart racing as your father ripped the door open. “Step away, Kelce,” he told him calmly and the boy did as he was told. “I deserve to know who it is, that's the least you could do,” he said in a broken voice. “You will hurt him,” you whispered, and a tear ran down your cheek. ‘Tell him. I can take care of myself. He won't let you go unless you tell him, and you can't lie either,’ JJ told you and your heart felt even heavier thinking about how much could go wrong. “Promise me to not hurt him, please Kelce,” you begged and he nodded. “Fine, I promise,” he rushed out the words. “JJ-” You had barely managed to say his name as Kelce's fist found the wall and punched a hole into it. “Out!” Your dad barked at him and pulled him away. “JJ fucking Maybank? Are you kidding me? He's a fucking thief, y/n! He's nothing but a dirty Pogue!” he yelled back at you as your dad kicked him out. “I'm sorry,” you cried out before falling into your mother's arms. “I'm so sorry.” ‘Are you okay?’ JJ’s words melted into the ones of your mom. “No,” you replied, and she hugged you tighter. “Never liked him anyway,” your dad huffed. “George!” your mom admonished him, but you had to laugh about it. “What? Am I not allowed to be honest anymore,” he chuckled and joined into the hug. “I'm sorry, Bean. That wasn't as smooth as you had hoped.” “No, it wasn't,” you mumbled, but your tears had already stopped flowing. “I only made enough pasta for three anyway,” your mom whispered and the three of you started laughing. ‘All right, what's happening? This is confusing me,’ JJ asked and instead of replying you just pictured yourself kissing his cheek. ‘I guess I'll see you tomorrow after school, cupcake,’ he chuckled, and then he left you alone to have dinner with your parents and try to reconcile with all the feelings that you had had to deal with that day.

part 3

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