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i lowkey addicted to hanging out alone

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LIKES FOR YOU (PAGE) ౨ৎ kim mingyu

౨ৎ just because you blocked mingyu after the breakup doesn't mean he can easily give up on you. luckily, he knows you follow those initials slideshow accounts run by 13 year olds.

contents ex! mingyu x f! reader smau (oh brother this guy STINKS) romance comedy exes to lovers mentions of beer🤤 cliffhanger...

from rianca, heavily inspo by my bff who plans on winning back her man (i hate this man btw but i will support whatever my queen kayama does 🙏) ALSO DID U GUYS HEAR THAT QUAN MILLZ IS MAKING A MOVIE FOR THIS HOE GOT ROACHES IN HER CRIB!!

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bags ft. damian wayne

"𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐄? 𝐈'𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄."

falling for damian came to you slowly, but the weight of realisation crashed down vehement and definite, carrying the same intensity he possessed himself. sometimes you didn’t want to be around him at all, a reminder of how far you had fallen from grace. so for now, you tread lightly- tentatively dancing around the boundaries between lovers and friends, and which ones you could cross.

one of those very boundaries was your name or, well, your nickname. like the end-stop line in a poem you couldn’t help the way your breath would hitch for a brief second, how your gaze would hesitantly linger for a moment longer. sometimes, you wondered if he could see right through you, dusty green hues challenging your own to stay a little longer.

 ‘qalbi’ was what he called you, you had asked him what it meant once to which he responded by shrugging in indifference when you questioned him, insisting it meant something harsher than he could translate. but you found that hard to believe, the nickname had dripped off his tongue so sweetly and effortlessly in reverence whenever you were alone like a sacred prayer, made to only be said in your midst.

still, you remained insistent in the belief that you were waiting for the right time to confront the feelings that bubbled up to your chest and seated themselves comfortably in the crooks and cervices of your ribcage, mimicking the feel of arrhythmia to raise the pace of your heartbeat - a not so subtle reminder of your swelling heart and the love that threatened to overflow.

“i can’t read you.” was something you had said within the earlier days of your friendship with him, a passing comment but much less of a statement and more of a question. it was honestly puzzling to you how someone’s stare could hold so much gravity, yet share so little about them all at the same time.

“stop trying to then.” he answered matter of factly, as if it was as easy as breathing, with that piercing gaze that made you forget your words and all reason. 

“that’s harder to do than you think.” it was impossible not to be curious about him, to you he was an enigma, a riddle you were constantly trying to solve that left your tongue tied and you less sure of yourself after every chance encounter.

each day those three words laid a little heavier on your tongue and prodded at your lips, continuing to reveal their truth in each smile that seemed to stretch a little too wide, in forehead kisses that seemed to linger too long and in the stolen glances shared between the two of you.

today was no different, the two of you sat on his sofa in the manor with your legs strewn atop of his. usually, you’d talk his ear off with whatever had piqued your interest, with him listening with an intent look in his eyes. 

damian must’ve picked up on your silence, of course he did, he was trained for these things. his thick brows knit together, furrowing as he gave you a curious look. “what is it that you’re thinking about, qālbi?” he hummed soft, taking in your expression beneath thick lashes.

what you were thinking about was him and your friendship, or whatever it was now. it seemed like the closer the two of you got, the further your relationship strayed from being merely platonic and somehow you found yourselves caught on the in-betweens. 

“you’d make fun of me.” you answered dismissively, you had considered telling him but quickly decided against it. If anything, you were better off keeping it to yourself instead of risking the friendship you had worked so hard to build up.

he looked at you with something akin to confusion because what could’ve made you think that way? damian had half the mind to question your ability to see, much less hear him because when had he ever made fun of you of all people? you were the one person he found to be the most tolerable.

“no, i wouldn’t.” he scoffed sharp and disapproving, he was mostly just disappointed that you had even thought that at all - maybe you were denser than he thought, was what he was thinking as he suddenly recalled your failure to recognise his blatant hints.

“yes you would.” you huffed, before abruptly drawing your gaze back towards the tv. but to your dismay, it seemed like damian wasn’t letting it go that easily given his expectant stare- one you constantly failed to resist.

“i want to know what i am to you, as in our relationship.” you confessed, albeit reluctantly. almost wincing, only to be greeted by his ever stoic expression.

“i don't understand, what do you think we are?” damian questioned, even more confused than he was before. hadn't you understood already? he'd never let anyone as close as he had you- not even his family came close to the way he adored you. for years, he'd spent his life remaining cold and reticent up until he met you, but perhaps he hadn't been as clear with his feelings towards you as he thought he had been.

“friends? i hope.” you glanced over at him to gauge his reaction, which carried more disappointment than you were ready to see.

“you hope?” he scoffed once more, green eyes carrying a scrutinising glare. “qalbi,” he uttered gentle as he urged you to meet his gaze, his voice losing its sharp edge it so usually carried. now showing a gentleness that, unbeknownst to you, he kept buried and reserved for those he held close to him.

“i hold you with higher regard than just a friend.” he admitted, much to your surprise. damian didn’t do casual, nor did he enjoy skirting around topics - he was as serious about you as he was anything else in his life.

now it was your turn to be confused. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was reciprocating your feelings. as in, your crush was very much mutual. “oh, okay.” was all you said in response, before glancing back up at him. you didn't want to jump ship this early, you were afraid of scaring him off.

“so do you mean that as in bestfriends, or..?” you quizzed meekly, drawing an audible sigh from between his lips - which, by the way, seemed incredibly inviting.

“romantically- i thought you knew this, habibti.” clearly, you were so much more oblivious than he had initially thought. he studied your expression, attempting to gauge your reaction to his confession.

“you never said anything, what was i supposed to think?” you huffed, now a little frustrated you hadn't realised any sooner but damian was equally as guilty as you were. “i had a feeling, but it's hard to know these things with you, dami, i didn't want to be too forward- especially if you didn't feel the same.”

if he was being honest, you had a point; he could've done a better job in making sure you knew how he felt instead of letting you doubt yourself for the last several months. “that's.. reasonable, i suppose.” he nodded, “i'm sorry i wasn't clear enough with my feelings, i'm still.. learning to navigate it all.”

in that moment, damian didn't seem like the guarded former assassin you had come to know but someone softer, vulnerable and just as unsure as you had been the entire time.

you felt your own expression soften as you took in his weary gaze, taking a moment to decide your next action before a reckless thought passed your mind.

suddenly, you were leaning in ever so slightly to briefly press your lips against his own. it was awkward, tense and clumsy in all the ways a first kiss should be and it was just right in the same way a lock and key fit together, even if it took a little effort at first.

when you pulled away you didn't miss the way damian's lips curled upwards in a faint smile, so slight you could barely see it, with your own expression mirroring his. “what is it?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at him playfully.

“what happened to being too forward, qalbi?" he hummed with a stupidly smug grin as he leant his face close to yours, leading you to roll your eyes and push his face away.

“yeah, yeah, whatever - are you ever going to tell me what that means?"

he only shook his head, smile growing wider as he tugged you closer. “you're smart enough figure it out.” he murmured, pressing a final kiss to your forehead - and this time, there was no doubt between the two of you.

SLIGHTLY longer fic yipeee 😛😊 but also i dont know how to write a kiss scene so sorry if its cheesy </3😪 also damian is aged up here obvi 😛

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hater for hire. if you need someone to hate on anything i'm your guy. i'll hate on anything for next to no reason and i just do it for the love of the game. which i hate

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it will pass ..

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nothing can prepare you for the mental damage that working at mcdonalds does to you

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RED WINE BUTTONS ౨ৎ xu minghao

౨ৎ the only reason why you and minghao can never get along is because the two of you are supposedly too good for each other. or might be the fact that you're a perfect match and neither of you wants to accept it.

starring frenemy! minghao x f!reader genre suggestive, humour, enemies/friends to lovers? (basically they hate each other, but they're in the same friend group), inspired by alya (iykyk), ambiguous ending hah contains profanities, mentions of alcohol, drunk hao, bantering, a very subtle innuendo (blink and it's gone), xmh is very boastful, and reader is judgemental, disclaimer this work does NOT reflect on hao's behaviour irl!! he's a very cutie, adoring, respectful, and caring man <3 please do not fall for mean minghao propaganda.... word count 0.8k (beta read by ricegum)

from rianca, surprise..! i wrote this bc i saw this in my inbox. thank u papa xu and mama xu for bringing this beautiful man to earth..

xu minghao, the absolute bane of your existence. you don't know how you ended up being friends with this man. in fact, he's not even a friend to you. he's just some random guy who happens to be friends with your friends, and they tag him along to every side quest that you're also involved in.

many just call that term "friend group," but again, friend and minghao in the same sentence do not exist in your head at all. everyone always tells you to tolerate him, which you do (sometimes), but most times he somehow ticks you off, even if he doesn't talk to you. so, no, you can't tolerate this man.

he always runs his mouth about himself. there isn't a day when he doesn't yammer something highly about himself. now, confidence is the key, is what everyone quotes. however, minghao's confidence is on a different level. not only does he have to let people know about his superiority complex, he shows it to basically anyone.

the worst part of knowing him is the fact you grew up seeing him turn from bad to worse. you had been put into an unfortunate situation where you went to the same schools, had the same friends, and it even got to the point where you both had a crush on the same person.

and of course, the moment you two find out about liking said person, minghao just had to go off about you, not about you liking the same person, but about how his (your) crush is way out of your league and that he's the "better" option for them.

after that, nothing really happened to your crush. it just so happens that both of you stopped liking them. although ever since that, minghao doesn't talk about his love life. he always says getting a partner has no benefit to him.

you barely try to help him get a significant other. you wouldn't wish your second-worst enemy on this man; he was already horrible enough. the only few times you ever seriously tried were whenever you had friends that could most likely put up with him.

you've seen every side of him growing up other than his usual arrogant self. you've seen him pretend to be nonchalant around girls and get ecstatic when someone pays him back money they owed him from eight months ago; you've even seen him cry in his car, which was the only time you felt bad for him.

however, seeing him drunk was something you've never foreseen from him. you're at a friend's party, and since you and minghao share the same set of friends, he's also there. he's currently in the kitchen with seokmin while you're in the living room, sitting on one of the couches.

you were alone and on your phone. when unexpectedly, minghao leans his arms on top of the sofa's back, placing his head on his arms. he does nothing but stare at you. you don't pay attention, only quick glances from your hands to him. then you move to the side, keeping a distance between the two of you.

"you must be fun at parties," he quips, still keeping his eyes on you.

"at least i don't enslave myself to alcohol." his mixed scent of wine and cologne runs through your nose; it's intoxicating.

he stays silent. one of the only factors that keeps minghao is you always know how to humble him, whether it's by words or actions.

he moves closer to you, but this time, you don't move away. "do you always act like this? because for a pretty girl like you, you're using your mouth for the wrong purpose."

pretty. it's unbelievable that word came out of his mouth. it was always negative sayings from him. you were anything but pretty in his eyes. last time, you heard him call you atrocious; now, all of a sudden, he's saying nice words.

minghao's face is now extremely close to your head; his lips are basically resting on your hair. you can't move. it feels like you're covered in invisible seatbelts that prevent you from getting up. your cheeks are heating up from the proximity.

"maybe, instead of setting me up with someone that can kill my so-called ego, how about you go look for someone who can change that attitude of yours?" he drawls, basically speaking into your ear.

he continues. "unless you're too much of a coward to go even look for one. it's okay, though; someone said we look good together."

"no we don't," you retort quickly, turning your head away from him.

"typical response from you," he snarks, causing you to turn back to direct your attention to him. once your faces finally meet, your lips almost touch. you move back in shock from the contact, and a smirk forms on his mouth.

"call me when you're ready for a boyfriend." he gets up from leaning on the couch and heads off. you watch him walk down the hall and stop in front of the bathroom door. before he enters, he looks at you, and that same stupid smug expression is plastered on his face.

he's clearly waiting for you to break.

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more from rianca, first off, i still go under the name rhin, it's just i got obsessed with this current alias i'm going under, so it's kind of a phase rn 😭 second, i'd like to say thank u for all those sweet comments. i'm slowly getting over the problem. however, i did remove a few works and wips for the sake of my sanity, so i hope u guys aren't disappointed, but i am back! and lastly, Ermm guess who just met her bromeo (@/0717luvies) on vacay 😂😂 #wonwoorideuls_unite!

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this gif is like a poem to me

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t shirt that says if you do not give me written instructions i will kill myself

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im actually so upset about what happened earlier i cant even sleep and i can feel a permanent frown on my face ifeel like this ☹️ emoji

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me after i clock out and remember all the things i did

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wotakoi s2 please come

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love saying "question mark?" out loud when I'm talking about something i'm unsure of

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iu flower bookmark pt.3 album so cuteness overload i will cherish this forever