#viral post

[k2db]

What's your name? asked rocky. Would he even remember?

[brdgtree]

Mob being the opposite of this is so important to me

[tilbageidanmark]

Bugs & Bunnies.

[cybersturn]

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓 ⸝⸝ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

… chris forgets about you & your plans and wants to make up

content warning: nsfw content. p in v. cursing. angst. mdni.

you’re curled up on the oversized sofa, knees pulled to your chest. the house is quiet while you stare at the screen, your thumb hovering over the refresh button of instagram. you swipe up. a new story from Chris.

you tap it, and the image loads. it’s a candid shot of a restaurant table cluttered with pasta plates and half-empty glasses of water. in the center, Chris is laughing with his head tilted back. and directly beside him, there’s a shoulder brushing his, a girl you do not recognize. she’s smiling and looking at him with an expression that feels too intimate. you stare up at the ceiling, the white paint blurring as your eyes well up. you can’t help looking at the phone again and dial Chris. it rings first once, then twice, then five times. there’s a pang of hurt when it goes to voicemail, again.

"where the hell are you?" you whisper,

you sit up abruptly and open the app again. another story. this one is a short video. Matt and Nick are in the background, their voices a distorted blur of laughter and bickering over something. the camera then pans to the girl. she says something that makes Chris chuckle, a low, intimate sound, and he leans in closer to her with his face inches from hers. the video loops. you feel a cold, hard knot tighten in your gut. you stand up and pace the rug. you check the time. 10:05 PM. you had a plan for tonight. a simple dinner at home, just the two of you. you had spent an hour getting ready, wearing the silk dress he always compliments, and now— now you feel like a ghost haunting his living room.

"he didn't even think to text. not one word." you whisper to youself again,

you sink back onto the sofa and stare at the photo of the girl again. you zoom in on her hand which is resting on the table, fingertips millimeters from his. you feel a surge of heat, a mixture of betrayal and stinging jealousy. you put the phone on silent and slide it under the pillow. you decide to wait. you want to see the exact moment his confidence breaks when he walks through that door and realizes that you know.

1 HOUR LATER,

the sound of a car pulling into the driveway shatters the silence. headlights sweep across the living room walls, momentarily blinding you. you don't move. the front door unlocks with a heavy click. the door swings open, letting in a rush of cool night air and the scent of expensive cologne. Chris enters, his voice booming as he laughs at something Nick is saying behind him.

"i’m telling you, Matt actually tried to eat the garnish. he thought it was a pickled pepper.", they both laugh.

Chris steps into the living room. he stops dead when he sees you and his laughter dies instantly, his face falling into confusion that quickly shifts into a flicker of guilt. Nick lingers in the doorway for a second, catches your expression, and quickly vanishes back into the hall, sensing the shift.

"hey ma. you’re here?" he tries softly,

"yeah, i’m here." you respond flatly.

Chris steps closer with his brow furrowed, "i didn't know you were coming over. i thought we were doing our thing tomorrow?"

"tomorrow? Chris, we talked about tonight. we had a plan."

"right. right, tonight. look, i completely blanked. the guys just called me and said they were already at the place and i just... i went with it."

you stand up, the phone in your hand, "you blanked? you forgot about me for four hours?"

Chris sighs, "it wasn't four hours. it was a dinner. we were just hanging out."

you hold up the phone, the screen glowing, "who is she, Chris?"

Chris freezes. he looks at the phone, then back at you. he doesn't look surprised, which only makes the anger flare hotter in your chest.

"who is who?"

"don't do that. don’t play idiot. the girl in the stories. the one sitting so close to you that she was basically in your lap. who is she?"

"she's just a friend of a friend. she happened to be there with the group…" he says defensively.

"then why didn't you answer your phone? i called you six times!"

"my phone was on silent in my pocket. i didn't feel it vibrating.", and you swear you hear annoyance in his voice.

"so you didn't feel it, but you had enough time to post three different stories? you had time to curate the perfect image of your night, but you didn't have ten seconds to tell your girlfriend that you forgot about her?"

"i didn't curate anything! i just posted a few things. why are you making this into a huge deal? it was just dinner." he says while getting more annoyed by the second,

"it's not about the dinner, Chris! it’s about the fact that i am an afterthought to you. i sat here for hours, wondering if you were even coming home, while you were out playing house with some random girl."

Chris steps towards you, his expression hardening, "playing house? are you serious? you’re actually jealous of a girl i don't even know the last name of?"

you feel tears welling up now, "yes, i am! because you lied by omission. you didn't tell me she was coming. you didn't tell me you were going. you just vanished and left me waiting like an idiot…"

"i didn't vanish! i was with my brothers! since when is spending time with Matt and Nick a crime?" he says while throwing his hands up,

"it's not! but the way you handle me feels like it. you treat me like i’m just... there. like i’m a piece of furniture in your life that you can just ignore until you feel like using it."

the room goes silent. Chris flinches, the words hitting him harder than he expected. he looks at you, really looks at you, seeing the mascara smudging under your eyes and the way your shoulders are shaking. his expression softens, the anger draining out of him, replaced by regret.

"please tell me you don't think that. you can't actually think i see you that way..."

"then why do i feel like it? why do i feel like i’m the only one fighting to keep this grounded?" you say,

Chris reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull away, "i’m an idiot. i know i am. i get caught up in things and i forget the world exists outside of whatever is happening right in front of me. but that doesn't mean i don't love you."

"love isn't just a word you say when you're in trouble, Chris. it’s showing up. it’s answering the phone. it’s remembering the person who is waiting for you." you sniff,

Chris voice cracks, "i know. i know i messed up. i really did. i saw the calls when i finally checked my phone in the car. i felt my heart drop. i wanted to call you, but i didn't know how to explain it without sounding like a complete moron." he confesses.

you wipe your face with the back of your hand, "you are a complete moron."

Chris gives you a small sad smile and nods.

he steps closer again, this time more slowly. he doesn't touch you, but he stays within your space, the heat from his body radiating toward you. he looks down at his feet, then back up into your eyes.

"i don't want that girl. i don't want anyone else. i want you. i want the way you look at me, and the way you make me feel like I'm actually a good person even when i’m being a prick. please. just... tell me how to fix this."

your voice trembles, "i don't know if you can fix it tonight."

he reaches out, his fingers grazing your jawline, tilting your head up, "let me try. please."

he leans in, his forehead resting against yours. you want to push him away, but the longing is stronger than the anger. when his lips finally touch yours, it’s not a gentle kiss. it’s desperate, hungry, and tinged with the residue of the fight. it’s a collision of teeth and tongue, a frantic attempt to erase the distance that had grown between you over the last few hours.

he leads you to his bedroom and the door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the house. Chris has you pinned against the door, his hands gripping your waist with a force that leaves bruises. the kiss is chaotic, a battle for dominance that neither of you wants to win. you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him pressing into you.

Chris breaks the kiss for a second, "i’m so sorry. i’m so fucking sorry."

you nod and gasp, "just shut up and make me forget about tonight."

he groans, a deep sound from the back of his throat, and carries you across the room, dropping you onto the mattress. he’s over you in an instant, his hands frantically tearing at the fabric of your dress. he pushes the fabric up, exposing your skin to the cool air before his warm palms slide over your thighs.

"you’re so beautiful. i’m such a fucking idiot for making you cry." he says while scanning your body,

he leans down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck. he sucks hard, leaving a mark that will be there for days, a brand of ownership that makes you arch your back. you reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room. his chest is broad, his skin hot beneath your fingertips. you run your nails down his ribs, drawing a sharp hiss of breath from him.

"i want you so bad. i’ve been thinking about this all dinner. not her. never her. just you." he whispers,

he moves down, his lips trailing over your breasts. he catches a nipple between his teeth, tugging gently, and you let out a loud, sharp moan that fills the room. he spends minutes there, his tongue swirling around the peak of your breast, tasting the salt of your skin. you wrap your arms around his head, pulling him closer, your hips beginning to grind against his pants. the friction is agonizing, a tease that makes you whimper.

"Chris... please. now."

he laughs a low breathless sound, and quickly pulls off his pants and underwear. his cock springs free, thick and pulsing, already leaking of pre-cum. you stare at it for a moment, the sight of him fully aroused sending a fresh wave of heat through your core. he reaches down, his fingers sliding between your legs. you’re already soaking, your pussy dripping with a slickness that makes a wet, squelching sound as he touches you.

"you're so wet for me… even when you’re crying, fuck"

he slides two fingers deep inside you, stretching you. you gasp, your head hitting the pillow as you feel the pressure. he pumps his fingers in and out, the sound filling the air. he uses his thumb to circle your clit, applying a pressure that makes your vision blur. you are on the edge, your muscles tightening, your breath coming in short, jagged bursts.

"put it in. fuck Chris, put it in!" you moan,

and he doesn't hesitate. he positions the head of his cock against your entrance, the wetness of your pussy acting as a lubricant. he thrusts upward in one powerful motion, burying himself deep inside you. you feel your cervix being hit, a blunt, pleasurable shock that makes your toes curl. he stays still for a moment, his muscles shaking, his forehead pressed against yours as he lets out a long, shuddering breath.

"fuck... you feel so tight. like you were made for me."

he begins to move, slowly at first. each thrust is deliberate, a slow slide of skin against skin. you can feel the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls. as he picks up the pace, his balls slap against your ass. he grips your hips, lifting you slightly off the bed to get a deeper angle.

"yes... right there... don't stop..." you moan,

his cock slips out completely for a split second, the sound of the exit a wet pop, before he plunges back in with a force that makes the bed frame bang against the wall. you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, locking your ankles, pulling him deeper into your heat. you can feel the tension building in your lower belly, a coil of electricity that is about to snap.

"i love you. i love you so much. i’m never doing that again. i swear to god." he moans ragged,

the words trigger something in you. you feel the first wave of the orgasm hit, a pulsing of your walls that grips his cock tightly. you moan into the crook of his neck, your body shaking with the intensity of the release. the sensation of your climax triggers his own. he lets out a low huff, his body stiffening as he thrusts one last time, burying himself as deep as possible. you feel the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the warmth spreading through your insides.

Chris collapses on top of you, his weight heavy and comforting. he stays buried deep inside you, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck, both of you shivering as the adrenaline begins to fade.

"don't move. just... stay like this for a second." he whispers.

he shifts slightly after a few minutes. his skin is slick with sweat as he slides out of you with a soft, wet sound. you feel the sudden void, the cool air hitting the place where he had been. he doesn't leave you shivering for too long. he immediately rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms and hauling you against his chest.

"i’m still a little upset." you admit,

he kisses your temple, "i know. i know you are. and you have every right to be."

he pulls back to look at you. he sees the remnants of the tears on your cheeks and the flush of the sex still coloring your skin. he reaches out, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear. he doesn't just offer words; he starts to act. he slides out from under the covers,

"i’ve got you. i’m not going anywhere."

he helps you up, guiding you towards the bathroom. he holds your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. in the bathroom, he turns on the shower, letting the water run until it's a steaming warmth. he helps you step under the spray, the water running over both of you. he takes the soap and gently lathers your back, his hands massaging your muscles, working out the tension that had built up during the hours of waiting.

you close your eyes, leaning into him, "why do you do this? why are you so... like this now?"

he stays quiet for a few seconds before admitting, "because when i walked in and saw you... the way you looked at me... it felt like i’d broken something i can't replace. i can't stand the thought of you feeling alone when i’m the one who's supposed to make you feel the most seen."

he turns you around, his hands cupping your face. the water streams down his features, dripping off his nose and chin. he gives you a kiss of apology.

after the shower, he leads you back to the bedroom and dresses you in one of his own t-shirts, the fabric smelling of him, swallowing your smaller frame.

he then whispers, "i’m going to spend the next month proving to you that you're the center of my world. i’ll take you to that place you've been wanting to visit. i’ll cook for you. i’ll leave my phone in the other room when i’m with you. whatever it takes."

"i love you more than i know how to say, and i’m sorry i forgot how to show it tonight." he finishes.

ella’s notes: thanks for the request!! and i’m sorry if it sucks … not used to write fluff … lmk what u think! 😵‍💫

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[ishaladdha666]

astrology placements that deserve to be roasted🔥

- Moon in the 3rd house has already texted their best friend screenshots before replying to you.

- Venus in the 6th house doesn't flirt. They start reminding you to drink water.

- Mars in the 2nd house has argued over $3 out of pure principle.

- Jupiter in the 7th house accidentally collects relationships like Pokémon.

- Mercury in the 8th house asks "how are you?" and suddenly you're discussing your deepest childhood wound.

- Sun in the 12th house disappears for a week and calls it "recharging."

- Moon opposite Neptune remembers things exactly how they felt, not how they happened.

- Venus square Saturn needs three to five business years to believe someone actually likes them.

- Mars trine Uranus will solve a problem in the weirdest way imaginable.. and unfortunately it works.

- Jupiter in the 11th house somehow knows everybody. Nobody knows how.

- Mercury square Jupiter started with "long story short" and somehow it's sunrise.

- Moon conjunct Jupiter laughs at the worst possible moment because every emotion is set to 300%.

- Venus opposite Uranus falls in love overnight and gets the ick before the playlist is finished.

- Saturn in the 5th house planned the spontaneous trip in a color-coded spreadsheet.

- Pluto in the 1st house has accidentally intimidated people just by standing there.

- Neptune in the 1st house has changed their aesthetic 47 times and still says, "I don't know who I am."

- Mercury trine Pluto could get your life story before dessert.

- Moon in the 10th house says "work is stressful" like it's a personality trait.

- Venus conjunct Jupiter has never met a little treat they didn't deserve.

- North Node in the 1st house spends half their life learning that not everyone else's opinion is a legally binding document.

- Chiron in the 7th house keeps saying, "this one feels different."

- Mars square Neptune started cleaning the room... somehow ended up reorganizing Pinterest.

- Uranus in the 4th house has a family story that sounds fake but isn't.

- Lilith in the 10th house gets blamed for office drama they weren't even invited to.

astrology is just the universe subtweeting us at this point.

[animeaestheticsthings]

HE IS SOO SWEET 😭😭💛💛🙏🏻🙏🏻💫💫✨️✨️