#Also ignore the mistakes in grammar English isn’t my first language

[thirtyn1ne]

you know what I want rn? Xiao holding my hand tenderly as he kisses each tips of fingers. I just know that he would so upset whenever he see a new skin has been peeled off by and just would kiss it (after a while into your relationship with him). It’s not like you can stop yourself from doing it especially now that you are going through stress and it really frustrates you :(

So him being the best lover he tries as best as he can to help you minimise it, whenever he noticed that you are about to do it, he would call ur name quietly as he takes your hand, slowly lowing his face to kiss the finger you were about to pull skin or bite.

despite his bold action too can still seeing the blush adorning his cheek and it just makes your heart swell with even more love and adoration for your yaksha.

[silencesscreams]

"is there any chance i can fix this?" where james and reader are best friends since birth but he begins to pull away and spend less time with her in favor of the boys, so she just cuts him out of her life and after a while he doesn't know how to deal with it anymore. hiiiii

sad beautiful tragic

james potter x fem reader (angst)

a/n: sorry about any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language (also i’m pretty bad at writing angst but i tried my best) also immediately thought of the title because of the taylor swift song, so hope you don’t mind the association. also the first kiss part came to my mind because of a tiktok i saw a few weeks ago but i don’t really remember who’s it was to credit them

warnings: friendship distancing, kissing, fighting, cursing, a bit short (sorry), happy ending

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry, honey, please. is there any chance i can fix this? just tell me, please”

you knew james potter and he knew you. knowing meaning comprehending each other, meaning that you stood by each others side for as long as you can remember.

he was your first friend. he was your neighbor and you both grew up together, it was expected that you both would know each other better than anyone.

sure, it felt different when you both started hogwarts and suddenly he had new friends, but so did you. you spent the time you could together, always saving a bit of your days for each other.

during the sixth to seventh year summer vacation, he had spent the whole summer with you, you both would hang out all the time.

until he kissed you.

it was the last day of summer and you both had spent the evening in his room. you were talking about a book you had been reading recently and he listened quietly, like it was the most interesting thing he had ever heard of. until you paused for a brief moment and he moved closer to you. you were sat on the floor with him, the carpet tickling your legs as you played with the fluffy yarn under you.

“honey” he said, you looked at him, doe eyed waiting for him to continue. “a phrase. two words, six letters, two vowels. guess.” he said lowly whilst looking at your lips. your mind went blank.

one vowel for each word. you still didn’t get it.

“what are the vowels?” you whisper back, he smiles.

“i and e” he answers, not taking his eyes from off of you for a second. you knew.

“kiss me?” and so he did. his lips met yours abruptly, his hands grabbed your hips and yours went straight to the back of his neck. it completely changed the way you ever saw him, hell, it completely changed your expectations to a kiss. it was better than anything you’d ever experienced and you loved it.

when you got back to school, it seemed like he didn’t do that, actually, it seemed like he didn’t even talk to you the whole summer.

sure, he did casually say hello in the halls and you might’ve shared one or two conversations, but what the hell? he kisses you like that and expects you to just forget about it? that was the most fucked up thing anyone could’ve done. as the semester went on, your mind was absolutely torturing you over that kiss.

it made you overthink every single thing you ever did around him. but maybe he didn't have time, maybe he was really busy with his studies and quidditch, right? that was probably it.

he saw you every once in a while, said an awkward hi or whatever that thing signaling head thing he did was.

the crush you had developed for him didn’t help at all. it made you crave his presence in your life, even now that you hated him more than you ever thought you possibly could. you missed his pet names for you, ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’ sounded so amazing coming out of his mouth.

but from the moment he started to ignore you, you decided he was absolutely done. he was never going to see a smile coming from you ever again, he was never going to get another hello, nothing. james potter didn’t deserve a single thing from you.

your friends agreed. they thought he was a piece of shit and said you should’ve cut him off a long time before.

life went on without him, you barely thought about him. your studies were going well, everything was great.

christmas break came up and when you saw james at the train station, you were pissed. you knew he was going to be there for christmas dinner, he was always invited alongside with his family. you didn’t know how he was going to act then, was he going to pretend it never happened?

when you got home, your mother instantly started asking you what you wanted for dinner and you were glad to be home, you just hated that he was in the house next to yours.

a few nights after you both got home, you were invited for a date by steven, who worked at a bookstore near the city park. you said yes, he took you to see a shitty movie and tried to kiss you after dropping you off at your front porch. you dodged it and gave him a good night kiss on the cheek. james saw it all.

once the date left, you heard him yelling from his porch:

“who’s that?” you ignored him and went inside, sure, you weren’t going to see steven again but james didn’t deserve to know that.

on christmas day you went to the potter’s for dinner, your parents insisted for you to go, even though you tried to fake being sick. sirius was there too, you politely greeted all of them them and didn’t bother to answer james’ “hey”.

when you sad at the side of the living room table james sat next to you, even though that wasn’t his usual seat. you played with your dress awkwardly and ate less, being there was making you so irritated you lost your appetite.

after taking a bite from your desert, you thanked euphemia for the food and told your parents you were feeling a bit sick and that you were heading home, telling them to enjoy the rest of their night.

as you were opening the door to head out, you heard footsteps behind you. you knew james was there and you had no interest to talk with him.

“don’t” you simply stated, stepping out and shutting the door lightly on him, he followed you during the small walk between both your houses.

“hey!” he shouted, trying to get your attention. you were about to shut the door to your house on his face, but he held it with his foot, going into your house.

he pulled you by your wrist but you tugged it away from him.

“don’t touch me!” you shouted at him, staring into his eyes for the first time that night.

“now you can talk to me, huh? ‘the fucks up with you?!” he shouts back, brows furrowed. you couldn’t believe him, what a fucking nerve he had.

“whats up with YOU?!” you step closer to him, throwing your keys on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. “you’ve ignored me for the whole semester and now you wanna talk?” he had never seen you like this. you had never been this angry at anyone or anything around him.

“i’m sorry?” he had no reaction, he knew he was wrong, he just couldn’t deal with it. with anything. he didn’t know what to do after he kissed you, he couldn’t handle any of it. he knew that if he spent more time around you he would fall harder, he couldn’t risk it.

“i’m sorry! now that you don’t have anyone else near for you to talk to i’m worthy of your attention? i’m so lucky, right?!” your eyes started to tear up, but you held it in, he was not getting to see you cry.

“honey, i’m sorry i didn’t talk much with you these past few months, but i tried to speak with you tonight and you didn’t even bother to answer me!” he ran his hand through his hair, looking at you as you sat down on the couch, staring at your hands.

“you didnt even look at me. the entire fucking night. one lousy ‘hey’ is not trying to do anything” he handed you a piece of paper, it was crumpled up in his jeans’ pocket. you knew he was bad with words, but the paper was written front and back. what was he even trying to do? did he think a letter was enough to fix the damage he had done?

“really? you’re a little too late for this, don’t you think?” you said, looking at him angrily.

“fine, don’t read it then. just keep it, okay?” he knew you were about to cry. it was the worst feeling he had ever felt.

“you don’t get to do this to me, james” you hold back tears once you say it.

“i know, honey, i know” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your face as you try to not melt because of his touch. he kisses you, but this time you pull away.

“no. don’t do this to me” you say, a single tear streaming down your face, he wipes it off but more tears just keep coming

“im sorry, im so sorry for everything i did and-“ you interrupt him.

“could you just try to listen?!” you shout, pulling away from his touch again. “what makes you think that i want this? after all you did, better, all that you didn’t do?! you kiss me and expect me to forget about it? expect me to be okay with you ignoring me all the time just because you kissed me again? i can’t be okay with any of this unless you actually explain to me what happened. i really try to understand you, but all of this doesn’t help!”

“i love you” he says “i have loved you all my life and i didn’t know, after i kissed you it all hit me and i couldn’t trust myself around you anymore, i didn’t want to hurt you so i pulled away, i just didn’t know it would hurt you more like that. i’m sorry, but im here now and i want to show you how much I do love you” he pauses and sits next to you on the couch.

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry, honey, please. is there any chance i can fix this? just tell me, please” he wipes the tears from off your face again. you knew he meant it, you just didn’t know how to trust him again.

“i don’t know” you whisper, looking into his eyes, you had never seen him look this sad. you wanted to trust him, you really did, but how could you? how could you know he wasn’t going to pull something like that again?

you couldn’t be sure of anything, you could only hope for the best and be careful. so you gave it a shot.

“come here” you say lowly, pulling him in for a hug. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and gave you small kisses.

“i’m so sorry, baby” he whispered.

“i know” you whisper back, he looks at you and gives you quick kisses all over your face. you can’t help but smile.

it was going to take a while for you to trust him again, but you knew you could.

[jqyszn]

Like what you see?💤

paring: dom!bestfriend!sunghoon x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers (mdni !!)

summary: in which you come home to find your best friend getting off, weird but it's natural right? not until you heard him calling out for you.

warnings: smut ofc, masturbating, unprotected sex (don’t be a prick, wrap your dick!!) , panty stealing… riding, body worship, fingering, biting, degradation, spitting, marking, squirting, profanity, dirty talk, pet names (slut, cum dump, princess), breeding kink, sunghoon is a perv,, this is honestly just pure filth too😭 (Imk if i missed anything!!)

wc: 1.5k (1,597)

a/n: this is my first fic (😭) i apologize in advance for the cringe wattpad like writing,, also english isn’t my first language so please ignore any grammar mistakes <3 i hope u guys enjoy and im so sorry for the wait like i don’t know why it took me like three weeks to make a 1.5k fic😭😭😭 i promise for my other works they will be more hastily written🩷🩷

taglist: @lelelelelelenim @iamkali @jjonghoonist @ramenoil @deobitifull @velathaheigeros @enhaz1 @thinaswreck @heeseungsslutt @cherriruto @yohanabanana @hvnyujiq @fightqueen @parkhonnie (some of the tags aren’t working so i’m so deeply sorry for everyone who asked and isn’t here </3)

“can i come over?” you read the writing on your phone as you best friend sunghoon messaged you. “yea, sure :) i’m still at work though but you have the extra key anyway.” you replied to him putting down your phone and typing away at your computer. your phone buzzes once again but desperate to rest, you ignore it and continue working.

on the other hand, sunghoon is at your door in a heartbeat. he unlocks the door with ease, walking in, the smell of you instantly hitting him. he inhaled your lingering scent as he closes his eyes imagining him nuzzling into your neck, pounding into you, taking in the smell of your natural perfume. “fuck.” sunghoon groans as his cock starts to feel heavy.

he makes his way towards your room, your scent growing more intense as he groans internally. “what are you doing to me y/n?” he thinks about his morals for a minute before diving into your laundry basket, picking up a used lace thong. he curses at himself but he doesn’t stop. instead he goes on your bed and propped himself up nice and pretty.

he holds your panty in his left hand bringing it closer to his face as he takes a fat whiff of you as he threw his head back. his other hand starts palming his refined boner as he continues sniffing at your undergarment. he pulls down his sweats down to his knees along with his boxers, freeing his hardened member. “oh god..” he grunts as he drapes your thong over his leaking, pink tip. staining it with his glossy precum.

unbeknownst to him, you’re already back home taking off you heels. “hoon?” you call out neatly tucking away your shoes as you make your way to your room. “fuck yes y/n, you’re taking my cock in so good~” did you hear that right? you stopped in your tracks thinking there must be someone else in your room. scared, you peep your head in your doorway, looking ahead into your room.

and to your surprise, it’s sunghoon. pumping his cock furiously, his eyebrows furrowed, lip bitten, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and your thong over his length. fuck he looked so hot. you always had a thing for sunghoon but not wanting to ruin your friendship, you kept it to yourself and your trusted diary. you can’t help but clamp your legs together, almost moaning at the sight.

you decided to test your faith, so you walked over infront of your bed. “shit y/n! your pussy is so fucking tight princess!” sunghoon whimpers out, he opens his eyes only to see you. standing infront of him, arms crossed and face flushed with a crimson tone. “like what you see doll?” sunghoon smirks not showing one bit of embarrassment. instead, a sense of pride.

“i.. uhm..” you stutter shocked by the lack of embarrassment he showed on his face. “you love it huh? watching your best friend fuck himself with your skimpy thong? huh? look at you. i bet you’re all soaking wet from watching me pump my cock for you isn’t that right, slut?” he whispered, walked over to you, leaning down into your ear moaning playfully as he nibble on your earlobe.

“ahh.. hoon..” you whimper at his words, his hands trailing up and down your body stopping where you wanted him the most. “shit. no panties? do you really are just a slutty whore aren’t you? practically begging any man to cream your pussy right? you better fucking stop. because this tight, wet, creamy cunt is all mine. understood?” he degrades as he slaps your warmth, making you jerk forward as you nod your head in response.

“use your words doll. you know i hate stupid little whores.” he orders rubbing circles into your clit making you moan and clinging onto sunghoon’s broad shoulders. “you’re gonna let me breed your sopping pussy yeah? fill you up with my babies to show everyone who you belong to right?” he mutters over your neck, sucking and biting marks all over your neck. “yes hoon.. i’m all yours.” you finally managed to moan out.

“good girl.. now come here.” sunghoon ordered as he picked you up effortlessly, slamming you down on his lap earning a yelp from you. “may i?” he asks for your consent before stripping you to which you consented. “oh fuck doll, you’re gorgeous.” sunghoon admires your soft skin, rolling his fingers over your nipples licking his lips. “feels good hoon~” you whine out bucking your hips into his. “i know pretty girl..” he coos a finger teasing at your wet hole, him waiting for a reaction.

“hoon please.. i want you.” you whimper grinding on his fingers as he smiles in satisfaction. “beg for it then. tell me how much you want me to fuck you dumb.” he grins looking down at you and watching your face contort from the feeling of his long and slender fingers sliding into your core. “i want you to fuck me until i can’t walk anymore.. i need your cum in me hoon. i need it so so bad!” you squeal at the sensation of his fingers going in and out of my sopping cunt. wet, gushing sounds reverberating around the room. “good girl..” he grunts, speeding up his pace.

you feel a familiar knot in your abdomen, panting uncontrollably as you arch your back, “fuck hoon i’m close..!” you whimper, him smirking back at your call as he continues to finger you in the ‘come here’ motion. “cum for me then slut.” he commands as you release on his fingers. the sight was so dirty, your squirt soaking his fingers and your sheets, his mouth sucking your juices off you and you arching your back, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.

“fuck,, you’re such a slut huh?” he teases, pulling his digits out of you and shoves them in your mouth. “now suck.” he commands, to which you obey. swirling your tongue around his fingers coating them in your saliva. his cock twitches at the sight, sunghoon wanted to absolute ruin you.

sunghoon sat comfortably on the bed patting his bare thighs, “come here.” he commanded, smirking at you. “what are you waiting for? is it because i’m not heeseung?” he gritted his teeth, the flashback of you giving heeseung a lap dance engraved in his mind wishing it was him you were grinding all up on. “no.. it’s not that” you mutter out quietly, crawling to sunghoon straddling him.

“what is it then? hm?” he caressed your thighs softly, looking at you expectantly. “it’s just.. i’ve been waiting for this since we became friends hoon..” you ground your hips down on his throbbing length, smiling at him softly. His eyes darkened at your words as he tightened his grip on your hips, pushing you down onto his lap roughly, feeling your wet pussy sliding along his engorged cock. "oh is that so? enjoying yourself aren’t you?" he smirked at you once again.

He grabs you by the hair and pulls your face close to his, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with a deep passion as his cock twitches against your slick hot cunt. you kiss him back passionately moaning into the kiss. “trust me doll, you’re gonna forget who heeseung even is after i fuck you dumb.” he growls as he grabbed onto your hips pulling you towards himself forcefully slamming his cock deep inside your tiny hole stretching it wide "fuck... yes.... fuck..!" he grunts.

“you’re so fucking big hoon~!” you whine out watching him slowly thrust in and out of you. “i know doll, i know.” he replies cockily while grunts he slams himself against you harder, grabbing your breasts roughly and squeezing them, feeling your nipples get rock hard under his fingers as he continued to slam into you, using you like a toy as he pounded you relentlessly. you moan his name like a mantra, completely fucked out.

“yeah that’s it. moan my name like a whore. you’re all mine understand?” he glared at you waiting for your answer. “yes hoon! i’m all yours!” you pant out, bouncing up and down on his girthy cock, your cunt convulsing around his length. he smirked proudly, thrusting himself deeper inside you until he was buried completely within you. "that's right, doll. cum all over my fucking dick." He whispered huskily, grabbing onto your hips tightly as he began pounding away at you mercilessly, driving you crazy with desire.

“shit hoon i’m cumming!” you scream, feeling yourself come undone. a thick, creamy gloss ring coats the base of his dick, dripping down onto his thighs. “can i cum in you doll?” he asks for permission as you nod your head, “yes yes yes! cum in me sunghoon! i want your load in me so bad!” you beg, your body shaking from the stimulation your yet receiving.

“so fucking good, all wet and creamy all just for me.” he grunts as he finally shoots his milky, thick load inside of you. guiding your hips as he rides out his high. he pulls out of you, you whining at the emptiness. “look. watch my seed drip out of you.” he orders as you watch his gooey cum trickle from your well fucked hole down onto the sheets.

“are you gonna give me aftercare or are you gonna be a dickhead?” you cocked an eyebrow

“only if you be mine forever.” he smirked jokingly, getting towels to clean you off.

“i’ve always been yours.”

[leennaan]

Alessia Russo// Take on the world pt1

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, sickness-corona, it gets a bit angsty at the end, English isn’t my first language so there could be some grammar and spelling mistakes, it got pretty long so I hope you don’t mind

This story is based on the song „Take on the world“ by You me at six. The song gets a bigger role in the next part so if you haven’t heard it before go check it out🙃

The first time that you had met Alessia was in 2019 when you started your Freshman Year at UNC.

Alessia being a Junior and also Captain of the Tar Heels soon took you under her wing.

The two of you became inseparable in a really short time.

The team started to tease you endlessly but you didn’t mind it.

Lotte was the one that made you realize that you felt a bit more than just friendship for Alessia. She came to you after a really intense practice and basically told you to make a move already. And you did. After you ignored her for a week because you got to much into your own head.

Alessia noticed your absence and forced you to speak to her. It was the best thing that she could’ve done.

„Y/N what happend? Did I do something wrong?“ She had cornered you after the last training session of the week.

You just shook your head, painfully aware of how close she was.

„Just say the word. Whatever it is. I can see, see the pain in your eyes. I care for you. You know.“

„I’m sorry. I just… it just got all too much and than Lotte got me thinking… and you are my best friend I don’t want to lose you…“

„Hey hey breath. Look in my eyes, I will never desert you.“

And you did. Her blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something that was reflected in your own. She was just as scared as you.

In that moment you remembered something that your father had said to you when you were younger.

„You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.“

So your took your chance, be damned the consequences.

You leaned in and kissed her, slowly and with out much pressure, prepared for her stepping back or even pushing you away but she didn’t.

Alessia tensed for just a second before she realized what had happened.

She was the one to deepen the kiss, pulling you towards her.

The both of you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your faces, that ultimately made you both stop the kiss.

„You have no idea how long I wanted to do that.“ Said the blonde when you looked at each other again.

She pulled you into a bone crushing hug. Oh how you loved Alessias hugs.

„If I didn’t make myself clear. I really really like you Lessi.“ You whispered in her ear still scared that she was somehow only messing with you.

„I really like you too. Y/n I would love for you to be my girlfriend, i care so much for you.“

Instead of giving her a verbal answer you just leaned in again and kissed her . This time the blonde striker kissed right back. It felt so right. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it felt so much better than any other kiss you had before.

Lotte would later tease the both of you that she was the reason the two of you had got together but she would shut up when the two of you started to kiss each other in front of her.

„Alright alright I stop, I don’t need to see the two of you shoving each other’s tongue down the other’s throat. O what have I done.“ Lotte shook her head disgusted but the smile on her face betrayed her. You could see how happy the defender was for you and her best friend.

Your first year at college was one of the best years of your life.

You felt like you were on cloud nine. Alessia and you were stronger than ever, wether it be on the field or off.

Alessia scored the goals, you gave the assists.

So when the new year came you were exited for what was coming.

2020 started as good as 2019 had ended. Alessia and you had both been called up for the senior team for the first time.

It was the highlight of your young career, something that you hade dreamed of since you were a little kid. But boy were you nervous and you weren’t the only one.

The day before you were meant to travel to base camp was spent with Alessia.

The whole day you could feel how nervous she was.

At lunch with your friends she zoned out every few minutes, her leg bouncing up and down until you laid your hand on her leg in silent support.

But that didn’t stop her from biting her lip.

You didn’t comment on it, just silently supporting her. You knew that she was in her own head and that it wouldn’t help her to draw attention to her fidgety nervous self.

You were glad when Alessia asked you to sleep at hers and Lottes because you knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep otherwise and also because it would help you too.

She pulled you close once the two of you had settled in bed, silently rubbing her hand up and down your back. It was not only helping her but you too. The both of you relaxing for the first time today.

“Silence the voices, that haunt you inside.” You whispered in the blondes ear and you couldn’t see her smile slightly. Glad that the both out you knew each other so well.

“You deserve to be called up, you deserve this place. You don’t have to be great, hell you don’t even have to be anything. It’s our first camp, they don’t have any expectations. Just show them what you are made of, what you train for every day. And most importantly just be you.”

You smiled proudly at Alessia and kissed her forehead.

When she looked up into your eyes she could only see trust and love.

The national camps went better than expected for you as well as for Alessia.

But shortly after the international break everything became a lot messier.

In early March you watched the news at one training, seeing how the whole world started to shut down.

You could see the uncertainty in a lot of your international teammates.

Lotte and Lessi also looking on in concern, especially when pictures from the hospitals in Italy were showed.

You could see the worry in Alessias eyes, so you pulled her into your arms, squeezing her tight.

The next evening you walked with Lotte to her dorm after class.

When Lotte opened her dorm room you saw Lessi sitting on her bed, talking on her phone, tears silently running down her cheeks.

You immediately walked over to her, pulling her into you and silently supporting her.

“Yeah mum, I… look into flights… I try to be home as soon as possible.”

She said and your heart sank.

Lotte had come over as well and had sat down on your Girlfriends bed.

Alessia ended the call and sunk into your arms.

“My Nonno got covid, he was admitted to the hospital yesterday but my Nonna said that they don’t have enough rooms anymore so he ha sto stay in the corridor.

My Mother is scared for him, the situation in Italy is escalating so quickly. She wants me home before we are not allowed to travel home anymore.” She said and you watched as more tears streamed down her face.

“My mother called me this morning. She wants me back home too.” Said Lotte and pulled her best friend into her own arms.

You remained quiet.

Of course you understood that Alessias and Lottes parents wanted them home. The virus was spreading quicker than anyone had anticipated.

But you couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish. You didn’t want them to go back to England, to leave you here in America, but most of all you were scared what that would mean for yours and Lessis relationship, but you loved her and you knew that it was the best for her to go back.

„I don’t want to leave. I know I am selfish and that it’s best to go home and be with my family but I don’t want to leave you.“ Alessia was close to tears again when she looked at you, her lip quivering.

„I know Baby, I don’t want you to leave either, but it is the right decision.“

You noticed that Lotte had slipped out of the room to give you some space and you were grateful.

You kissed her soft lips, trying to convey your own feelings, your love for her.

„Love, I think over the last few months was fortunate to get to know you and I would say that I sometimes know you better than you know yourself.“ You were glad when Less chuckled.

„Do you remember what you said to me that day, we got together? Look in my eyes, I will never desert you. I say the same to you now. I know it will not be easy, but you just need to say the word and we will take on the world together, okay?!“

The smile on Alessias face was all you needed for you to know that whatever may happen in the future the two of you would be alright. You knew that even around 6.500 kilometers wouldn’t destroy what Alessia and you had.

Still you were not prepared for the day were Alessia and Lotte actually left.

It was one week after that fateful evening. Lotte and Alessia had talked with your coaches and teachers and they weren’t the only international students that were leaving campus.

The Virus had only spread and even your own family became increasingly worried. So you too were thinking about leaving campus to go back to your family in New York.

With the pressure of international flights being canceled left and right, the English girls had booked the next possible flight. So with in 5 days they had packed their thinks and were now standing with you at the airport, luggage by there side.

All three of you had tears streaming down your faces. No one knew what the next few days, weeks or even months would bring.

„I will miss you guys! Just promise that whatever happens we stay in contact, okay?!“

Alessia was hugging you her face hidden in your hair, hands grabbing your shirt as if she could take you with her.

„I love you so much! No matter what ok? We will call and face time and we will back in no time.“ Your heart shattered hearing her broken voice. And you couldn’t help but just nod. You pulled Lotte into your hug, you would miss the brown haired defender almost as much as Alessia. She had become one of your closest friends over the last year.

„I am just one phone call away. No matter the time difference. Just call me whenever alright? You too Lotte! You don’t know how much the two of you mean to me.“

„You too Y/n. We will see each other soon.“

With one last hug you said goodbye to Lotte before pulling Lessi into you for one last time.

„I‘ll miss you so much!“ You whispered and kissed her hard. A promise of Love and forever.

„Remember, we will face the world together ok? We will be alright.“

Alessia was looking into your eyes with so much love that you could only smile before kissing her one last time.

With a heavy heart you watched as the two girls left for security. One last wave from the two and they were gone.

Gone for an unknown amount of time

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Pt 2 is already in the works so stay tuned 😀

[lualuabestningdungie]

Less talk, more kiss | K. Taehyun

Synopsis: the two best in the drama club are about to share the “worst” scene together.

Genre: fluff, non idol au, high school au

Pairing: non idol! Taehyun x gn!reader

Warnings:: mentions of kissing, bit of angst, might have grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

Lua’s note: Hi hi! Here’s a Taehyun Drabble for you! I’m very sorry I haven’t been uploading much as I used to :( I just entered school and it’s already consuming. Anyways school should disband.

-

“Absolutely not.” You thought that having the main character in the play would be fun. It was until your ex best friend Taehyun was casted as your costar. “I will not have a kissing scene with him.”

“You think I want to?” He rolled his eyes. “Not everyone wants to kiss you, you know?”

“Can you please just get along? We need this scene! It’s important for the play!” Your senior Yeonjun said. He was one of Taehyun’s friends but he was also yours. And he was also director of the play.

You were in the same friend group, but things got difficult between you and Taehyun, making the group separate. This was weird for everyone since you and Taehyun were friends since childhood.

“Can’t it be a hug or something?” You said hoping that someone would agree.

“A handshake would be better.” Taehyun said and you ignored him.

“I’m sorry guys, but I am directing this play and I decide what happens.” The both of you sighed and nodded.

After rehearsal you went with your friend Kai to tell him about what happened.

“I still don’t understand why you two started hating each other.” Kai said while you two walked together.

“I told you Kai, it was his fault.” You stubbornly said and kept walking while Kai just sighed and followed you.

It might’ve actually been your fault too.

A few months ago, Taehyun and you were best friends but everyone thought you two were dating, since you were always together and were always very close. The thing is none of you denied the rumors or the questions that people asked you, you simply avoided it and change the topic. You knew you liked each other but never did anything about it. There was always endless flirting between you two which made both of your hearts flutter.

Which was why you were so confused when he suddenly started talking to another girl and started leaving you behind. But it was not any girl, Da-eun was a girl in your class that for some reason always had some sort of hate towards you. She was popular for being pretty and sociable, but you knew her truly.

Both of Da-eun’s and your parents were friends so you would often have dinner with them. You knew she was just a spoiled girl that always got what she wanted. And did some reason she always envied everything you had. Including Taehyun.

Your heart ached when you saw Taehyun getting closer to her. He knew you didn’t like her and she didn’t like you, why would he do it?

You confronted Taehyun about it and he just said that she was actually a nice person.

“I don’t get why you don’t like her, yn. Maybe if you gave her a chance you would know she isn’t that bad.” He said as you two talked away from your friend group.

“I can’t believe it, Taehyun. A few weeks ago we were both agreeing that she was just an annoying spoiled girl, and now you’re both inseparable.” You rolled your eyes at the thought.

“Whatever yn. That you don’t like her doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t like her either.” He said crossing his arms.

“I know, I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is that you didn’t like her and now you’re in love with her or something.” You sighed.

“If you opened your eyes you would know who I’m in love with.” After saying this he walked away.

He left you there surprised at his words, but he didn’t talked to you the next day. You didn’t try either, your pride was too big.

You sighed when you remembered this. Life got boring when your friend group separated thanks to you. Yeah, you still had Kai, but you missed him. You didn’t admit this out loud of course.

And every time you saw each other, both of you would roll your eyes and continue walking avoiding each other. When you were forced to interact it always ended up in a fight. You wanted to get into each other’s nerves. But you didn’t see a point on it anymore. Somehow doing those things made you feel worse. You missed him.

The next day you had rehearsal. You were at the theater reading your script and practicing your lines by yourself.

“Hey.” You looked in front of you and Saw Taehyun. “Yeonjun said we needed to practice together.” You just nodded and he looked at you weirdly as if he was expecting you to insult him.

“Alright then.” You said and he nodded.

You started practicing together. It was very awkward, but you two were great at acting so it was hard to notice. At least for some people.

“Guys, please step closer to each other, you need to be more connected!” Yeonjun said, he had been scolding the both of you for the past 20 minutes. “You know what? I think it’s better if you practice alone. The both of you need to solve whatever it’s going on.” Yeonjun stood up from his chair and left the both of you alone on stage. No one else was there, everyone had left early that day.

You looked at each other awkwardly.

“Well, uh I guess we should continue.” Taehyun said and you just nodded. You continued practicing all your scenes together, and you did improve a little.

Until you reached the kiss scene. You were so immersed in your parts that you didn’t realize that the kiss was next.

“The moon knows how much I missed you…” Taehyun read from his script and stepped closer to you taking your head, just like the script said.

“How does she know about us?” You continued with your line also stepping closer to him letting him take your hand in his.

“I’ve told her, every night I tell her about you, about how much I missed seeing your face underneath her light, about how I missed seeing stars reflected in your eyes…” he continued. Taehyun felt a his heart ache while saying this. He wasn’t acting anymore, he really felt that way. He missed you. “I miss talking to you, I miss your smile and our late night talks, I miss the person I fell for.” He stopped reading and looked at you in the eyes.

You realized that last part wasn’t on the script which made you feel chills down your spine. “Taehyun thats not on script…-“ you were interrupted by his lips on yours. Your eyes widened when his lips touched yours, but you slowly closed your eyes.

After a few seconds you pulled away slowly. You were both blushing and looked away from each other.

“I’m sorry about everything, yn. I never should’ve stopped talking to you. I should’ve listened to you..” Taehyun said still holding your hand. “You were right about Da-eun, she only used me to get closer to Yeonjun.” He lowered his gaze. “I really liked you, but you started hanging out a lot with Kai and I thought that maybe you were seeing each other, so I guess I got a little jealous. And well, you know… all the Da-eun thing happened…”

You only looked at him, your heart was beating very fast, and it was beating for him. The feelings you had were here again, and they were here to stay.

“I still like you, yn. It hurt that we didn’t talk anymore. I joined the play to be closer to you, yeonjun helped me with that. In hopes that we could talk again.” He said shyly.

“Taehyun, I am sorry too. For everything, I should’ve listened to you. I probably should’ve talked with you about my feelings before, because I liked to too, and I still do.” He met your eyes. “Kai and I are just friends, just that. My heart always belonged to you…”

He pulled you closer and hugged you. He held you tightly. “Let’s stay together now, okay?” Taehyun whispered in your ear and you nodded.

Suddenly someone entered the theater and saw the two of you.

“I don’t know what happened but I’m glad it did.” You turned to see who it was and it was Yeonjun and Kai standing in the door.

“Great job casting him into the play, Jun.”

-

[angelicnymph]

Hello, i noticed you have a few popular artworks about characters being members of the mafia or something along those lines.

I would really like if you informed yourself about all the damaste that Mafia has done to people and places before even thinking about posting this kind of content.

It is NOT acceptable that people find Mafia bosses and such people who inflict pain to others to be attractive or even wish they were “kidnapped by a hot Italian mafia boss”.

Mafia bosses were, and still are, horrible people who caused endless pain.

And in the case that someone were to get kidnapped by one of them, they wouldn’t absolutely life a cute love story with them. They would be restlessly raped and thrown around by men, if not simply tortured and killed immediately.

In conclusion, I kindly ask you to please not post or take down the previous posts regarding Mafia, because it’s a horrible thing that everyone in their right mind hates. Good evening

P.S. I’m sorry for eventual grammar mistakes i made, as English isn’t my first language.

P.P.S. With this paragraph i mean absolutely no harm or hate, and i think your posts were made simply because you weren’t aware of how problematic, triggering and disgusting those things were.

Hi. I understand your point of view and concern but I'm writing it only for the fiction.

I assume my readers are also quite mature to differentiate between fiction and real life.

Besides most of my Mafia AU are inspired by well known books e.g EVIL BOYS, L.A RUTHLESS KING/ Vengeance on Wattpad.

I know that my content aren't for everyone and that's completely understandable.

If you are NOT comfortable with it, you can always ignore my posts or even block my account ( I'd completely understand).

I will even pay more mind to always put warnings beforehand on my posts henceforth.

Note: In the GETO SUGURU SERIES, reader isn't kidnapped or forced. They both are consenting adults who fell for each other after a proper meeting.

Suguru was frank to reader about his job and despite that, reader consensually got into a relationship with him.

It is also to be noted that Suguru never involves reader in his work. Apart from Satoru, nobody knows about reader.

-Suguru took this job only to build his finance as he was struggling with money as a child and wanted to have a good future. He does want to get out of that lifestyle and live a normal one in the future which will be revealed later.

Thank you !

[leajdh]

Gold rush

Chapter three: And I thought this was as bad as it gets, but I was wrong, I was so wrong. Seems like the world’s placing bets if I’ll be able to last any longer.

He was just a few more steps away from becoming a living legend. Already praised by the media as the honored one, he made a grave mistake which not only put his Ice Hockey career on hold, it disappointed even his most loyal fans so much so that his reputation sank to an all-time low.

Then he meets you; a retired figure skating champion who is now trying to find her purpose in life after her triumphs, all while still being loved and cherished by the media and public likewise.

Satoru Gojo sees his chance to not only get back unto the rink, but also to regain his former popularity.

But he soon realizes it will be a lot harder to get on your good side, because he's everything you despise combined into one person.

Will you give him a second chance and allow him to redeem himself, or is this going to be the match for your life time?

Gojo Satoru x reader (first person narrator)

Ice Hockey AU

FAKE DATING TROPE

Enemies to lovers

English isn't my first language, so expect some grammar errors

18+!!

LINK TO ALL CHAPTERS:

After the encounter with Satoru on the rink I went home, threw my phone on my bed, took a shower and ignored the constant beeping which was in highsight a grand mistake. 

I notice that Hime isn’t home as I’m leaving the shower. With a towel around my head I turn on the TV while applying some moisturizer on my legs and arms.

I’m not paying too much attention to the gossip news anchor as I search for the remote in between the couch gaps, leaving cream grease everywhere. Just as I found it, the sports segment starts. 

And my name drops. 

What? 

I haven’t heard my name on the news in months. Last time was when I announced I wouldn’t be part of the Olympic team anymore. 

I stare at the TV screen as the brunette anchor continues: “... the Olympic gold medalist, still known as America's sweetheart, sneakily revealed to her fans on Instagram her new relationship with NHL champion Satoru Gojo. Take a look.”

I can’t keep looking away from the screen. It’s like a vile catastrophe where you can’t shut your eyes. They show a picture of Satoru grinning as his head lays on a thigh. 

My thigh.

No, there is no way. 

I look at the corner of the screen and see the source. 

It’s my instagram account.

Without thinking I run to my room, nearly slipping due to the moisturizer still drying and grab my phone. 

It’s going crazy. 

I have a dozen missed calls, text messages and way too many notifications. 

I ignore it all and go straight to my instagram story where I see that this isn’t a bizarre dream.

It’s reality.

From the living room I hear the anchor talking more: “Both recently started to follow each other on instagram and while neither her nor his PR team confirmed the relationship so far, it seems really clear to us.”

Then laughter. 

I stumble back to the living room and stare again at the screen, while my phone is constantly beeping in my hand. 

The brunette anchor turns to a blonde one, who says: “This is the first time Satoru Gojo has presented a girl on his social media accounts as he reposted her story with a heart. Which tells us even the most notorious playboy can fall in love.”

Then again, laughter.

“I would love nothing more than to play fly at their dinner table. I can not imagine Naobito Zenin, who is the coach of the New Jersey Devils, being happy about his daughter dating a New York Ranger.”

Then again, laughter.

“So far upon request he hasn’t commented on it, but we are sure..”, I turn the TV off and glare at the black screen.  

My heart stands still.

Am I dying?

No.

But it feels like it. 

Yes.

I’m not sure what would be worse. This or if he had leaked the video of us in the car. 

I just know one thing, he is behind all of that. While my dumb ass was occupied looking through his messages, he deviously took the picture and uploaded it on my instagram. 

What I certainly don’t know is why is he doing that?

What the hell is his reason behind it?

I sit on the ground, feeling my phone still vibrating in my hand as my brain goes blank and a second later starts to rattle on full speed. 

No, no, no, this can’t be happening!

I’m opening Instagram.

He played me again, but this time for everyone to see.  

I want to lock my phone again after seeing all the notifications and throw it away, but I’m too hooked. 

I’m a shaky mess. I can’t believe this is real. So many people have already seen this picture. I have thousands of users reacting to my story. Under my newest post, which was days ago, people talk about it. 

There are a lot of positive comments. Nothing special for me. Usually all my comments are nice. I never get genuine hate. A few mean comments about my looks, but nothing out of the ordinary. Bad comments are normal on social media, sad but true.

People congratulate me, wishing Satoru and me good luck in our relationship. Saying stuff like couple goals and some even say they are jealous of me for dating Satoru. 

I’m freaking out. 

Is this really what they are thinking? 

Dummy, of course they would think that! 

However this time I’m completely beaten as I see some of the sheer hate comments I’m receiving. 

My comments are full of New Jersey Devils fans, calling me all sorts of names. From whore to slut to traitor. Telling me that they now understand why my father never mentions me when I’m spreading my legs for a Ranger. I should be ashamed and kill myself. And more wicked misogynistic slogans I would never have imagined to ever hear. 

I’m trying to calm down. 

People like that shouldn’t bother me.

But what bothers me are my followers who are disappointed at me for apparently hooking up with Satoru. They call him a troublemaker, a womanizer, a fucking fuckboy. They don’t understand why I would date a guy like him. It’s out of character for me and they already seem to know that he will cheat on me. 

Hooking up, dating, cheating.

All these theories and not even one is true.  

What kind of sick game is Satoru playing now? What is this all about?

I try to regain my posture and take a deep breath before I will end up throwing my phone against the wall. 

I go to my timeline and gossip pages have already written articles about the situation. The picture is everywhere with all types of headings like Satoru Gojo dating everybody’s figure skating darling; Olympic gold medal athlete shares intimate photo of her new relationship; Satoru Gojo quits his bachelor lifestyle with no other than America's sweetheart - can this really end well? See here all his former liaisons and so on. But the worst is a headline with a picture of my father and in big fat red letters written Betrayal! How could his own daughter do this to him?

I hate the press. 

What do they mean with ‘do this to him’? 

Acting like he cares, let’s not talk about all the shitty stuff he did to me. He should grovel on his knees to me and thank me for never talking bad about him. For ignoring his existence as much as he tries to ignore mine.  

At least the article says that neither his PR team nor him are available for a comment, like the anchor on TV said too. He goes the typical route. Ignoring everything that has something to do with me. I am relieved by his silence. 

My next stop is Satorus profile. Apparently I’m already following him and of course he follows me back. He shared my story with a huge heart emoji added to it. I check his newest post out, it is a photo from a week ago, and go to the comments. All comments are just a few minutes old and they are so different from mine. Of course he also got hate from Devils fans, as expected. But I notice Satoru gets overall hate. 

I realize I was so focused on hating Satoru that I didn’t see the hate he’s already getting from the public. People calling him a disgrace to Ice Hockey, how he should have died in the crash and that the Rangers deserve better than an alcohol addict. Disappointed fans everywhere, if you can even call these people fans. 

Just as I started to feel pity for him, I looked at the comments for people congratulating him on the relationship. And they are so different from mine. They are just so humiliating. For me. Talking about my tits, my ass, my body overall but worse are the comments about how only a Ranger could fuck a Devils daughter so hard that she switches sides. The jabs against my father are vile and nasty and I’m the last person to defend my father, but they are so horrible. 

However in the end all come to the conclusion that I’m the problem. I’m the whore daughter with daddy issues who picked out of all the men available a Ranger to get attention from her father.  

Again more and more conspiracies about this one fucking post. 

And I’m the one in the crossfire. 

I can’t wrap my head around on why Satoru did this. 

What does he gain from it?

Other than humiliating me. 

If he thought it’s a funny little jab against my father, he couldn’t be more wrong. My father will ignore this and overcome these jokes while this will taint my entire career, my entire life. 

From now on this will follow me like a shadow and leave a dark cast around everything I have ever done, everything I will ever do.  

I end up throwing my phone against the wall. The screen shatters like my accomplishments. I stand up and walk in circles, feeling like the air in my lungs doesn’t fully get in and I start to pant in panic. On my knees I concentrate on breathing, trying to regain composure, but I’m too overwhelmed and all I can think about is, why? 

Out of the corner of my eyes I see the screen lighten up, Hime is calling me. I managed to pick up the call, filled with rage I didn't feel until now.

“Thank god, you finally picked up! Why didn-”

I don’t let her finish. 

“Do you know where he is?”

She instantly knows who I am talking about.

“Oh uh, he’s at the resort eating lunch with-”, again I don’t let her finish and hang up, letting my broken phone fall to the ground and run to get some clothes on. I struggle with putting my jeans over my greasy thighs as I jump up and down. It’s not even fully over my butt as I grab my shoes and slide into them, all while pulling the first top I can find over my head. 

I stomp outside, closing my jeans as I take a shortcut through a muddy path to get as fast as possible to the resort.

My shoes are ruined but I don’t care as I run through the entry, seeing Hime behind the counter arranging some flowers.

“There you a-”, she pauses as I ignore her and just rip the vase out of her hands.

“What are you doing?”, she runs after me as I enter the dining room. It’s empty, only one table is occupied. 

I notice the white hair and see red.

Everything happens so fast as I throw the flowers on the ground, Hime shouting something while Satoru looks up at me as I toss the water on him. 

Everyone on the table jumps up, Suguru snatching the glass vase right from my hands before I have the chance to throw it too. I don’t care, I quickly clasp whatever is standing the nearest to me and fling it at Satoru, who is completely drenched.

A spoon, a handful of a salad, an open orange juice box.

Everything lands on Satorus chest.

Suguru puts the vase to the side, instantly capturing me by my waist and pulling me away from the table. I kick my feet against it like a raging child as everyone stares at me like I’m completely insane. 

“You fucking asshole! Why did you do this!?”, I scream at Satoru as Suguru pulls me away even further. I hit him with my elbows, but his grip isn’t getting weaker as he lifts me off the ground with one arm. 

“I should have expected that”, is all Satoru utters as he dusts the salad pieces off his shirt. 

“Calm down”, Suguru speaks softly to me and I hear Hime croak: “Oh god.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! Let me go!”, I boot against his legs, fidgeting like a fish on dry land. The other man on the table just stands there in shock. I recognize him as the skinny one, who left Masamichis office yesterday. 

“I will if you stop throwing things, okay?”, Suguru says calmly, even when his grip around me tells a different story. 

“Don’t tell me what to do! I have every goddamn right to react like this! Do you know what he did!?”

“I do and I understand your anger, but please calm down and let’s talk about this. Together.”

I don’t know why Sugurus' voice has this effect on me, but I settle down, stop kicking and let my arms hang loose. Suguru releases me from his hold and sets my feet on the ground. I still glare at Satoru and for a second I want to grab the chair next to me and hit it over his stupid head. 

“Just tell me why”, I stammer and keep looking straight into his eyes. I know I must look wild. My face is probably red as a tomato, my hair is still wet from the shower, I have tears in my eyes and my hands are coated in yellowish salad dressing. 

I wipe with the backside of my hand over my itchy nose and wait for a response, Suguru close to my side, he’s probably afraid I will throw something again upon hearing Satorus response.  

“You would have never agreed to this, so I took matters into my own hands.”

I frown.

What does that even mean?

“Agreed to what?”

“Fake dating me”, he states and I blankly stare at him. 

“Fake dating? What? Why? I don’t understand.”

Satoru sits back down on his chair, spreading his legs while he slumps down in the most relaxed way possible. 

I don’t think I have ever seen him sit like a normal human so far. 

“My popularity isn’t the best at the moment. So I had this idea that if I was in a relationship with you, America’s scandal-free sweetheart, I could regain it.”

“Miss, we didn’t have any clue about this”, the skinny man tells me. I quickly gaze at him. His head is down and he stands still like a statue. 

I have no idea what to say. This is just too unreal.

I’m glad Utahime decides to speak for me, even though she must be confused as well: “So you decided that without asking for her permission?”

“Ups, I guess”, is all he says and now Hime is the one throwing something at him, but Gojo catches it.

“Satoru”, Suguru warns in a low tune.

“You have 30 minutes to pack your stuff and get out of my resort or I will call the police”, is all I say as I turn around with a blank face to leave. It’s not particularly my resort but after this story Masamichi would agree without a second thought.  

“Wait, I’m sorry! I know I’m a shithead. But this whole situation is beneficial for both of us!”

“How?”, I don’t believe it, whatever he is going to tell me. There is no benefit for me. 

“I will pay you as much as you want and-”

“You think you can buy me?”

“I didn’t mean it in that way”, he shrugs, now starting to realize that he won’t be able to glide easily through this ordeal. He stands up, towering over me, as I take a step back to bring more space between us, while he is trying to come closer. 

“I don’t need nor want your money”, I pause and want to walk away but it overcomes me. I want him to know what he did to me. Closing the space between us, I push with my flat hand against his chest, which feels like a brick wall as I yell: “Did you read the comments? I get called a whore, a slut and even worse names. Your “fans” talk about my body like I’m a fucking piece of meat. I get dragged through the mud but of course, you wouldn’t care about what this means for me!”

I push him once more, he lets me do it, looking at my eyes while I fight back the tears: “But wanna know what the worst thing about all this is? Reading in an article ’Satoru Gojos alleged girlfriend hasn’t commented so far on her relationship status’. I’m starting to get the girlfriend-of treatment. After all my triumphs I’m just the silly little girlfriend. It wasn’t enough for you to ruin your own career with your egotistical behavior, no, you had to taint mine too.” 

He still looks at me and for the first time he seems to be ashamed. His shoulders are tense, his hands are clamped together as he has a hard time maintaining eye contact. 

“We will figure something out”, Suguru interrupts the silence. 

“No, you have 30 minutes to leave.”, I state more to Satoru than to Suguru.

“Let us find a solution together”, Suguru insists but I just shake my head, now looking at him.

“30 minutes is a nice gesture of mine.”

I turn around as Satoru tries to get a hold of my wrist, but I’m too fast as I walk faster and faster out of the resort. I hear Hime behind me shouting something, but I don’t care as I fall into a sprint. 

I need to get everything out of my mind.

No thinking, just running until my lungs burn.

I run over the muddy path to my car, nearly slipping and twisting my leg. My mother would have killed me if she saw that. Risking my well being because I’m so emotional and don’t know what else to do except running away. 

Soon I arrive at my car and just drive to the rink. My legs are still sore from the hard morning training but I don’t care. This is the only way I know to deal with too many emotions. 

I shut them out with ice skating. 

I unlock the closed doors at the rink hall. Seems like my uncle is still skiing. 

Behind the counter are my skates and a pair of leggings. I easily swap my jeans with them and sit down at my usual bench to knot my skates on. 

The front door opens and closes with a squeak and I expect Hime to show up. She knows me so well. 

But it isn’t Hime who walks towards me. It’s Suguru.

“How did you know I would be here?”

There is no use in asking him why he is here. 

I know why he is. 

“Your friend told me where to find you”, Suguru answers. 

I ignore the sting in my chest on why Hime would tell him that. Suguru seems like the type of person who can be quite convincing.

“I don’t want to talk.”

“Just give me 5 minutes and I promise we will leave.”

“No, you will just try to justify his behavior.”

“Trust me, I won’t give you any excuses. I just want to talk with you”, he pauses: “We haven’t seen each other in ages.”

I look at him, standing a few feet away from me in a white pullover and dark jeans. His left arm hangs weirdly loose on his body and his long, silky hair is falling out of his bun. Under his sharp eyes are dark shadows, but he is still so handsome it should be a crime. 

I shake that thought away.

“Please”, he grumbles but I just get up, walk past him and head to the rink. He doesn’t follow me, which I appreciate. He sits down on the bench and my first thought is how we used to sit on this exact bench together, lacing our skates in silence next to each other, all while we were snacking on a different kind of bar. I used to eat a protein one with strawberry flavor while he always picked one with vanilla flavor from the vending machine. 

I tried it once and nearly puked. It tasted like an old, wet washcloth dunked in vomit, but apparently it had the most proteins.

I couldn’t resist. 

I type into the vending machine a code and receive two bars. As I walk back to the bench, Suguru still sits there, his hands placed over his eyes like he needs a minute for himself.

“Catch”, I exclaim, he looks up just in time to capture the flying bar. 

He first glances at me, then at the bar in his hands. 

“I never understood why you chose to always eat this one. It tastes vile.”

He snickers at that: “because it has-”

“The most proteins.”, I finish for him and sit down next to him. He slightly smiles at me and nods, softly ripping the plastic wrap open with his teeth.  

I do the same with mine and we just sit there and eat. In complete silence like we used to do all these years ago. 

“What's wrong with your arm?”, I break the silence as I still notice Sugurus' arm hanging loosely on his side.

“Nerve damage”, he takes the bar between his lips and rolls his sleeve up, revealing a huge scar. With a blob he sucks the rest of the snack into his mouth and chews. 

“What happened?”, I ask him, now looking in his face.

“I got mugged after a night out”, he pulls his sleeve down again, staring at the wall in front of us. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry that’s horrible, but at least you are-”, I say and instantly regret it. 

I mentioned before how the media and most people say to athletes after an incident ‘at least’ it’s only a concussion, ‘at least’ it’s only a broken leg, ‘at least’ they didn’t die.

But they always forget that even one small injury can cost us our career. 

“That was dumb, sorry”, I wait before carrying on: “Chance of recovery?”

I can imagine his answer. 

“Zero, maybe in a few years there will be a therapy, but I don’t have high hopes”, Suguru sighs and tilts his head back. Even if he tries his best to conceal the pain in his voice, I can still hear it: “I left the Bruins after the attack.”

I can’t envision his pain. Training years and years for a goal, so someone takes your dream away from you with one stab. Someone snatching away all your hard work with one stab. Someone destroying your life with one stab. 

Over some change in your wallet and maybe a smartphone. 

“Did they catch them?”

“No, they didn’t”, Suguru breathes. His lips are pressed together to a thin line, eyes closed.

“I’m so sorry, Suguru.”

“It’s fine, really. I wasn’t that good of an Ice Hockey Player anyway.”

“Don’t ever say that. You know it’s not true.”

“It is. In contrast to Satoru I was a wimp.”

“They took your career, but don’t let them take your pride as well”, I mutter.

“Yeah, you are right”, he says and smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His expression is shallow.

If I was a better person, I would know exactly what to say to him. But I can’t even face my own problems without running away and tormenting my body. 

“Enough about me. You won at the Olympics, twice. Congratulations! I knew you would make it. Did you ever receive my letter?”

“Well thank you, and I did, but I didn’t have time to visit one of your games. Right after the Olympics my PR team didn’t give me one second for myself”

I want nothing more than to travel back in time and go and watch a stupid Ice Hockey game. I will never have the chance again to see Suguru playing on the rink.  

I nervously fidget with my hands, letting my fingers crack as I mumble: “I would have written you back, but your letter didn’t have a sender.”

“Or any other way to contact you”, I whisper under my breath. 

In the end surely I would have managed to find a way to contact him. 

For example I could have asked my old manager for help or just wrote to one of his team mates on Instagram (of course, a guy like Suguru doesn’t have social media). 

I would have found a way, but again. We weren’t close at all. Still aren’t, so why does this feel so different? Why do I feel like I'm talking with an old friend? 

Human connections can be so odd. 

I briefly chuckle at my own thoughts.  

Suguru looks at me, this time the shy smile ghosts around his eyes too. 

“I knew I had forgotten something.”

Now we both grin, me pressing my arm on my belly while he hides his laughter faintly behind his hand. 

“Why are you here?”, I ask him and he seems to understand what I actually mean.

“Satoru gave me a job after the attack, so I’m part of his recovery team.”

“How can you-”

“-hang around with him?”, he interrupts me with a chuckle.

“Hang around with him without shooting yourself in the head”, I add with a light smile.

Suguru stretches his legs and for a second the way he sits reminds me of Satoru.

“You will probably not believe me, but he is actually a really good guy.”

“You meant to say shithead.”

He laughs deeply and my heart starts to melt at that sound.

“Yes, he can be and you have every right to hate him, but he’s still at heart a good guy. Without him I don’t know if I would still be here.” 

Suguru takes a deep breath before continuing: “He took me out of my slumber after the attack and convinced the Rangers team to hire me as an assistant coach. He also pays for my medical bills and for both my sisters’ college tuition.”

I snort: “And all you have to do is just work under him. How practical.”

“I wanted that. He never forced me to. He said he would pay my bills and support me if I decided to become a stand-up comedian and he hates stand-up comedy”, a small chuckle leaves his lips. 

“Because after all he’s my best friend”

“Just because he treats you well, doesn’t mean he’s a good person.”

Suguru thinks for a moment.

“Maybe you are right, but I know he didn’t intend to hurt you.”

I chuckle sarcastically at his remark. 

“And how would you know?”

Suguru tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling.

“Satoru first ever mentioned you after he became captain around four years ago. You know as a captain, he has to know the opposing teams from A to Z. He told me he stumbled across your name as he looked up your father. I was still playing for the Bruins at that time as he facetimed me and together we watched you compete at the Olympics the second time. He rarely can shut his mouth for a second, but I swear to God he didn’t say one word during your performance”, Suguru smiles at me.

“By the way, you were amazing. I mean you still are”, again a shy smile, which I return.

“Anyway he didn’t speak for a while, even after you were done. I first thought he had a stroke or something, but then the only thing he said was: “If I had a daughter like her, I would not shut up about her.” He clearly meant your fathers ignorance over you. He didn’t understand why your father doesn’t acknowledge your existence.”

“Hm, makes two of us”, I butt in, waiting for Suguru to continue.

“I don’t understand it either”, again this small smile, which makes my heart stumble. 

He places his large hands on his knees, struggling with his left one. He tips his head towards me and continues: “A few weeks later he had a game against the Devils, and the Rangers won. He laughed at your father and said something along the lines of “of course your team lost when the coach can’t even acknowledge the talent inside his own family.”. Your father said something to him, but Satoru never told me what exactly. All I know is that he punched him and got suspended for the next three games.”

I remember that incident. I saw it on the news and still to this day Hime and I use it as a reaction gif. 

“That was Satoru? Really? Because I’m pretty sure the guy had red hair”, in the clip I saw online, you couldn’t see his face, just a red buzzcut. For a second I try to imagine Satoru with this hair style and come to the conclusion that he probably looked good with it too. I want to bash him against his head like he did to my father, but I still have to admit that Satoru is extremely hot. 

“He had an unusual hair color phase”, Suguru sighs with a smirk on his face. 

“As if his snow white hair is less unusual”, I comment and Suguru snicker. 

“But what I actually want to say is, Satoru had the urge to defend you in a way that could have cost him his career. Therefore I don’t think he ever intended to hurt you the way he did.”

I gaze at Suguru and see his crooked smile. He told me he wouldn’t excuse Satorus behavior but in the end he did. 

Apparently risking his career for me would be considered as honorable, but all I see again is his reckless behavior. Reckless behavior for a person he didn’t even know at that time. I start to think Satoru is actually insane. Who in their right mind does something like this? 

Probably someone who knows he gets away with everything. Three games suspension is really a clap on his hands for punching a coach. I bet every other player would have faced some serious consequences, but this doesn’t seem to include Satoru. He really is larger than life.

“And? You want me to forgive him because he punched my father? I never asked him to do that”, I stare challenging at him.

“No, I didn’t tell you this so you will forgive him. That’s completely up to you. I just told you, because the theme came up.”

“Yeah, right”, I don’t want to giggle, but I can’t control it. I can see him holding back a cackle.

I was right about Suguru, he is a really convincing person, maybe even a bit manipulating. 

I hold that thought back.  

“On our way to the resort, he told me he would make sure your father can no longer ignore you. I didn’t understand it at that time, but he must have had this idea from the beginning. Maybe not with this execution, but the fundamental idea.”

“And why does he think I care about my fathers attention?”

“I guess because attention is what every child deserves”, Suguru suggests with a smile.

“That’s the dumbest way possible to get his attention.”

“You are probably right, but Satoru always says even bad press is good press.”

“Of course this idiot would say that”, I mourn: “And now he wants me to drag him out of his bad press. Such a stupid idea.”

“I don’t particularly think it’s a stupid idea. Yes, the beginning is awful, especially for you. I’m sorry about all these horrible comments, but you have the might to form this relationship in any way you want. That’s the good thing about it being fake. You can create the entire narrative, and can control every aspect of it. If there is no love, just business, this could work out well”, he adds: “I know you will hate what I say now, but the cat is out of the bag. Everyone already thinks you both are in a relationship, so you should make the best out of it.”

“The best would be to say it was a joke.”

“No one would believe that.”

“I know”, I groan and grasp my head between my hands. 

“Wanna know my opinion?”

“No.”

He laughs and tells me his opinion anyway: “You should give it a chance.”

“But I don’t want to turn into Satoru Gojos girlfriend.”

“Then change the narrative however you like. Make people call him your boyfriend. You haven’t competed in years and you are still popular. If one person knows the media game, it’s you.”

“But in the end I still don’t see what I can gain from this, except money I don’t want and attention I don't need.”

“A good deed.”

“He doesn’t deserve my kindness.”

“Why not?”

“He drove under the influence.”

“I understand. I’m the last one to defend him for that, but some people would say people make mistakes and learn from them. Second chances exist for a reason”, Suguru looks up at me, trying to read what’s on my mind.

“My mother didn’t get a second chance as a drunk driver killed her.”

Suguru frowns and turns his upper body to me. 

I hadn't fully noticed that while we were talking, we got closer and closer together on this bench. He is sitting so close his knee sometimes touches mine when he is chuckling.

“I didn’t know it was a drunk driver. I just heard and read about a car crash.”

“Yeah, a lot of people don't know that.”

“I’m so sorry.”

I’m silent.

“One thing I can still remember about you was when you didn’t want to think or you had too many emotions in you, you would skate until you collapsed”, Suguru says out of the blue. Again, human connections can be so odd. 

All these years ago we barely talked but he still figured me out by just observing me. 

The same way I observed him. 

Again, I wish I could travel back in time to this exact bench with him lacing his skates and snacking on a bar and just having a tiny bit of courage to start an actual conversation. 

How different our lives would have turned out if we became even a little bit closer. 

“So Utahime didn’t tell you where to find me. You knew.”

“Yes, just didn’t want to come off as a creep.”, he scratches his head: “Maybe I’m completely wrong in my theory but your mother died right before the Olympics and you won Gold. I saw you on every TV show possible, doing everything except healing. Jumping right back into training for your second Olympics. Did you ever truly process her death?”

It’s crazy how well this man knows me. How well he can read me. Must be a gift he’s blessed with.

“No”, I answer truthfully. 

“Maybe this could be your chance to find closure, by helping Satoru out. He doesn’t show it, but the disappointment from his fans gnaws at him and sometimes I think he will give in and grab a bottle again.”  

So it wasn’t just the pain in his leg that made him drink. There are deeper issues. 

“Do you really think a fake relationship with me would help him?”

“I dare to say you are the only person who would be able to succeed with this task.” 

I sigh and tilt my head to the side, leaning it against Sugurus shoulder. 

I think about this situation. 

One thing is clear, Satoru isn’t just a normal Ice Hockey Player. He is the Ice Hockey Player of our time. He has more followers than a lot of movie stars. He is seen on red carpets and events that have nothing to do with Ice Hockey. I bet a lot of his fans don’t even watch his games and just follow him for his aesthetics or what not. When you say his name, most people will know him. He broke out of the niche Ice Hockey and became an actual celebrity.  

Something I also managed to accomplish years ago, but after I retired I didn’t really care anymore. I don’t go to events, I don’t go to shows or do any interviews. I just backtrack from the public eye and post a few pictures here and there. My follower count is stagnating. With this stunt that Satoru pulled he revived me back into the public eye. 

But do I even want to be there again?

All I knew my entire life was to skate. Living my mothers dream of winning at the Olympics. Heck, I have to accept it was also my dream in a way. Maybe it was a bit forced unto me, but I wouldn’t have come so far without my own determination. 

But now I sit in my hometown and have no clue what to do next. 

I feel really lost, if I’m being honest with myself. 

Suguru is right with many things. 

First, the photo is already posted. The public thinks Satoru and I are in a relationship. It’s easier to go along with it than explaining this mess.

Second, I could really find closure through Satoru. If I do this fake relationship, I can not only help Satoru, I will also make sure that he never brings himself nor an innocent person into a dangerous situation. For this I need to put my own loathing aside and learn to forgive.

Third, helping Satoru also gives me a purpose again. Something to do other than my mundane daily routine. Maybe this will help me find a new dream.

Fourth, I really hate my father. I was always polite. I never publicly said a bad word about him, but this fake relationship with Satoru could give me the chance to actually for once show the world what an asshole he is. I don’t want his attention in a good way. I want his attention for revenge. I want him to be unable to ignore me any longer. This means I have to step into his world, which is Ice Hockey. 

So I look up at Suguru from his shoulder and grin: “I mean my father would really hate being asked about my relationship with Satoru over and over again.”

I feel Sugurus' shoulders move as if he is laughing a bit. 

“Well, at least you know your father will not harass Satoru for money. Mine would do it in a heartbeat.”

I sometimes overheard Suguru talking on his phone with his father. About gambling debt and how Suguru often had to leave the training earlier to pick up his younger sisters because his father was in a casino. I’m glad that he had a scholarship. I don’t think he would have been able to go to university without it.

For whatever reason we both laugh at that. Well, it is kind of funny how different our problems with our fathers are but still they cause us the same distress.  

I hear the squeaking of the door again as Suguru and I keep laughing. As I look up I see Satoru standing there, staring perplexed at us, not saying a word. 

“Wanna add something to the shitty father conversation?”, I ask Satoru, who seems to be a bit amazed, that I actually talk with him. But only for a second, before his cool demeanor snaps back and he says: “No, mine is cool. Always let me do my thing.”

“Some people are just lucky”, Suguru declares and stretches his arm out, after I stopped leaning my head against his shoulder. 

“What are you both doing here?”, Satoru asks after a while. I tip my head to the side and gaze at Suguru.

“We just talked about the good old times”, Suguru answers, but we actually barely talked about this. Mainly because we actually never closely interacted. Everything we know from each other was because of our observation of the other person. 

I look at Suguru and a fifth reason comes to my mind.

Fifth, if I agree to the fake relationship, I have a real chance to get to know Suguru, not just observations. I could sit on this bench with him again everyday while Satoru has his training sessions with Mei Mei, eat a protein bar and finally have a connection with him. A reason to talk, a reason to get to know him. 

No need for me to time travel back to this bench nearly 10 years ago. 

“By the way, I actually think the protein bar you ate is expired. Can’t remember the last time I refiled this one. You were the only person to ever eat these”, I joke to Suguru.

“It tasted fine to me.”

“Maybe because it tastes expired anyway”, I turn my body towards Suguru next to me, my leg bent on top of the bench: “Oh, I remember one time some girls bought the same bar after you picked it from the vending machine. They screamed at Masamichi on why he is selling expired food. They couldn’t believe it hadn't expired.”

“Some girls bought a protein bar because of Suguru? I never knew you were this popular with the ladies”, Satoru chimes in, leaning against the wall parallel to us, smirking at Suguru. His white hair falls back into his blue eyes as he blows a strand away. 

“She’s exaggerating”, Suguru murmurs shyly and I jest: “Yeah right, once you graduated and didn’t train here anymore, there were a lot less girls cheering for your old team.”

“I knew it! You womanizer!”, Satoru quips as he walks over to Suguru and playfully punches his shoulder. For a minute they both seem to throw small jabs at each other, both grinning while doing it.

“He never talks with me about girls”, Satoru addresses me while Suguru tries to get Satorus hand of his shoulder with an annoyed expression.

“And I can see why”, I answer with a small smile, seeing Suguru roll his eyes.

“Hey”, Satoru lets go of Suguru and peers at me with an unsure expression: “I’m really sorry about everything I did.”

I can tell from the look in his eyes, he not only means the picture. 

He means the video he took of us making out. He means him drinking alcohol at the pub. He probably even means stumbling in my life and surely even his car crash months ago.

“We packed everything together and booked a flight back. Again, I’m sorry. You are right, I was egotistical. I will do everything in my power to resolve this.”

“There is a solution”, I get up and stand in front of him. Even in my skates I’m nowhere near as tall as him. I bite on my lower lip as I stare at him, unsure if I’m really doing the right thing. 

If I should really listen to all the reasons. 

Satoru is a wild card. Reckless, arrogant and egotistical. The worst kind to get along with. The worst kind to fake a PR relationship with. 

But fuck it, I always love a good competition. If I can manage to turn this mess into a beneficial deal for both of us, I can do anything. 

But most importantly even after everything that had happened between us, I still can’t seem to fully hate him. 

Yes, I wanted to rip him apart not even twenty minutes ago, but I have to admit to myself, I like him. Maybe because he is reckless, arrogant and egotistical. 

Me too, just in a completely different way. 

He is intoxicating. 

I know against my better judgment, I would regret not doing this with him. 

I would regret it as soon as I fall back into my daily life after he leaves this rink.

Even if this will end badly, which it probably will, I don’t want to regret it by not saying yes. 

This is going to be the performance of my life time.

“Let’s do it.”

“What do you mean?”, Satoru wipes his hair out of his face, looking a bit dumbfounded at me with an open mouth. 

“Let us fake date.”

“Are you serious?”, his mouth is still open.

“Yes, I am.”

“I don’t know what to say other than thank-”

“Don’t thank me just now. This isn’t going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy. There will be a lot of rules.”

“I will do everything”, he hums, beaming like a small child who sees the DisneyLand Castle for the first time.

I smile at him too. 

He seems eager, but he has no idea what’s in store for him. 

My entire life I expected perfection from myself. Now I want that from him too.   

“I will write a list with rules and send it to you. I want a written contract”, I sit back down and get rid of my skates.

“Sure, everything you want”, he says and looks at Suguru with a big grin, shooting him a thumbs up. Suguru pats my back lightly with a smile, like he is proud of me for doing this. More so for myself than Satoru.

“I guess, I will go back and tell Ichiji to cancel the flights”, Suguru gets up and our eyes meet for a second. 

“Welcome to the team.”

My glance follows him until he is out of sight. 

“Hey”, Satoru tries to get my attention back. 

I look up at him.

“Did you and Suguru ever fuck?”

I frown. 

“What?”

“You heard me. Was there or better is there something between the two of you? Because if so, I can’t have this fake relationship with you”, he doesn’t look at me, instead he focuses on cracking his fingers in a rough way.

“No! I mean, we actually never talked. Today was the first time we ever really did. I don’t-, we don’t know each other at all.”, I stammer: “There wasn’t and isn’t something between us.”

I feel like I just lied to him, even though it’s the truth.

“Good”, he smiles weakly. 

“You see, he’s my best friend, but he never really talks about his feelings with me. As I told him about my idea with the fake dating, he seemed fine with it, but I just had to make sure by asking you.”

“Sure, I understand”, I say, feeling a weird sense of guilt. 

My focus is on my skates again as I get them off my feet. I slip my shoes on and stand up, Satorus broad frame leaning over me again as he reaches his hand out for me to take and shake. Without saying a word I take his large hand, his long fingers wrapping around to my palm. We both stare at each other as we silently agree to our deal. 

To our fake relationship. 

I let go of his hand, feeling his touch still linger on me as I step past him with goosebumps on my arms. 

I turn around once more before meeting the corner and snicker: “By the way, you owe me a new phone.”

His gaze follows me the entire time. He shortly seems puzzled by my words but instantly his calm mime returns.

“Everything you want.” 

He smiles. I smile.

Then laughter. 

[a-go-ni-a]

My opinion on the Brazilian version of VADD

It will be a long, long post. I’ll talk about the grammar mistakes I’ve found while reading, some things I like and my opnions on some words used. And please remember we, Brazilians, speak Portuguese. I’ll try my best to explain how our language works.

[for Brazilians] se você ver algum erro nos meus apontamentos, fique à vontade pra falar, afinal, todo o mundo está sujeito a erro. Eu não sou formado em Letras nem nada, mas os erros são coisas simples que uma editora que está no mercado desde 2007 não deveria deixar passar.

First things first: the cover

I don’t like the letter font and the golden color. I don’t think they match the art and the story.

Now, the first page of this story. The sentence that starts it sounds odd, in my opinion.

It reads, word for word: “Currently the topic of the moment is the new dating sim game:”. It sounds redundant.

While I was reading the manhwa, something caught my attention: the large amount of -mente.

In Portuguese, adverbs can end with -mente, (-ly in English), usually they are adverbs of manner. I used bookmarks everytime I saw a grammar mistake or a -mente. I’m going to use pages 88 and 89 to show what I want to say.

In page 88, there are, in red: finalmente (finally), simplesmente (simply) and definitivamente (definitely)

In page 89: independentemente (independently) and definitivamente (definitely) again.

I’ve written each -mente I saw: 29. Some of them were used more than one time. I’ve started to add notes like “this one is an adverb of manner, this one is an adverb of time”, but there were too many and I got tired.

Please ignore my bad handwriting.

[for Brazilians] quem conseguir ler meu garrancho vai ganhar minha eterna admiração. E um pão de queijo.

It isn’t wrong to use adverbs that end with -mente, but a Brazilian person wouldn’t use so many on their speech or writing. While reading, it was easy to think about other ways to right some sentences.

Also, as a result of using them mindlessly, we got some awful sentences.

Reading them hurts me.

Let’s continue.

It says the HARD mood stars when Ivonne returns.

Here there is a singular subject: família (family), and plural verb: tivessem (had). It should be written tivesse.

Singular subject: criança (child). “Elas gritem” (they scream) refer to criança, but both words are plural. It should be written ela grite.

The first phare reads “the second son of the dukes.” But there is only one duke.  Does Reynold have two fathers?

There should also be a coma between A heroína (the heroine) and que esqueceu seu status e viveu na pobreza because it is a sentence that explains a previous word. It gives a explanation about a heroína. The grammar says this kind of sentences always needs to be followed by comas.

[for Brazilians] se tiver batido a curiosidade, essa oração é chamada oração subordinada adjetiva explicativa.

Oração é uma frase que tem um verbo ou locução verbal (2 verbos). Pode ser de tipos diferentes.

Oração subordinada é uma oração que não tem sentido completo sozinha, assim, precisa estar acompanhada de outras. Também pode ser de vários tipos.

Um deles é a oração subordinada adjetiva, que serve como adjetivo. Um adjetivo é uma característica, uma qualidade que é dada a um substantivo. Essa oração pode ser de 2 tipos. Quando é explicativa, precisa ser separada por vírgulas. Ela explica um termo visto antes. Quando é restritiva, não deve ser separada. Ela restringe, limita um termo visto antes. Exemplos das duas, respectivamente:

- Minha irmã, que só tira 10 em matemática, ganhou uma medalha numa competição.

Nessa frase, você tem só uma irmã e está falando uma característica dela: ela é boa em matemática.

- Minha irmã que só tira 10 em matemática ganhou uma medalha numa competição.

Nessa frase, você tem mais de uma irmã e está falando só daquela que é boa em matemática.

Here we see an example of passive voice. In Portuguese, there are two forms of passive voice. The one used here is called voz passiva sintética. The compound subjects are cabelos (hair) and olhos (eyes), but there is a singular verb: achava (was found). The plural verb is achavam. Even if there was a simple subject, cabelos and olhos are plural nouns, so the only right way to write this sentence is using achavam.

The verb is ver (to see), mim means “me”. In the way this sentence is written, mim is the one who sees. It is like saying “me saw a cat” or “me am a good person”.

Correcting it is simple: Acho que, para mim, será desagradável ver o seu rosto por um tempo, mordomo-chefe.

(There is another way to write it, just take out para mim: acho que será desagradável ver o seu rosto por um tempo, mordomo-chefe.)

Using mim to conjugate verbs is commom in informal speech when the sentence is like the one in this example. It is gramatically wrong, but is commom and it’s ok when we are talking about informal speech. To understang the reason we should focus on the word para.

Let’s take the sentence “do you have a gift for me?” and translate it to Portuguese. We get “você tem um presente para mim?”

Para means “for”, “to” or “at”. It is a preposition that can also be seen as pra, in informal speech. After prepositions, we must use mim, so most people may remember “after para always use mim” and may forget mim shouldn’t be used to conjugate verbs.

My problem with its use is: we are talking about a printed book, made by a publisher who is working since 2007, not about a group of friends on a bar. I don’t think it was intentional, I don’t think the publisher wanted to show informal speech.

Let’s think about the verb “to invite”. Someone is invited for a event, right? The propostion used is “for”. In Portuguese, for the verb convidar (to invite) the preoposition used is para. On the sentence above, it was used another preposition: de. And it’s wrong. Instead of “da qual” (preposition de + relative pronoun a qual) it should be written “para a qual” (preposition para + relative pronoun a qual).

[for Brazilians] também dá pra usar a preposição “a”, porém o significado do verbo muda. Se você quer usar “convidar” no sentido de “chamar alguém, solicitar sua presença” a preposição é “para”. Se você quer usar no sentido de “fazer um pedido” ou “mandar alguém fazer algo”, mas de forma educada, a preposição é “a”. Por exemplo: “convidar alguém a se retirar da festa”.

Another sentence that gives me physical pain. No one says “que desapontante”.

Something I thought was interesting while reading was the use of the adverb quão (how). It isn’t used a lot in informal speech and I like the publisher chose to use it in the translation. Most phrases with quão are good. But there was a exception.

This phrase sounds odd. I don’t think I can translate it in a way that shows it. Using quão was a bad choice.

What you see here is a serious issue: the use of denegrir, a verb that means “to make something darker” or “to damage someone’s reputation”.

It’s important to know anti-blackness is a serious problem in Brazil. Some years ago, black people started to point out words and expressions that shouldn’t be used anymore because they have anti-black connotations. And this verb is one of those words. It isn’t a issue that appeared yesterday. The publisher should have known about this verb. There is no excuse for using it.

It reads “the duke is looking for you”. A is “for you”. It is in the wrong place. I have no clue how this mistake happened. It’s a simple sentence. It should be written: o duque A está procurando.

The verb used in these examples is encontrar. It has different meanings, the one used is “to meet with someone”. In the second pic, the verb can also be read as “to run into”.

After the verb there is the preposition com (with). When com is used the verb encontrar becomes a verbo pronominal, a verb that is followed by a pronoun. Penelope is talking about herself, for eu (I) the equivalent pronoun is me. There were 2 more sentences with encontrar and they were correct, me was used. But it was forgotten in these examples.

“Don’t make repeat the same thing twice” is redundant.

I sign my art as “agony” and it was what I feel when I read this sentence.

It looks like a literal translation from a sentence originally written in English.

I guess people consume too many media in English (like series and music), get used to English grammar rules and see a phrase like “this is the book I talked to you about.” Then they decide to translate it to Portuguese and think: “well, if about goes at the end, then sobre (about) must also be in the end.” BUT.IT.IS.WRONG. In Portuguese, sobre must goes in the middle and you need to say what it refers to.

The issue is: each language works in its own way, has its own rules, for example, the way a phrase must be structured. When you apply some rule from a specific language to another, you may make mistakes.

I really want to emphasize what I’m trying to say, so I’ll give another example using Spanish.

Ok, so, in English we say: “I like strawberries.”

In Spanish we say: a mí me gusta la fresa or me gusta la fresa

If you take the sentences above and do a literal translation to Portuguese, you get: a mim me gosta o morango and me gosta o morango.

Congrats, you translated them and you would also make my high school Portuguese teacher, sora Vera, cry! Why, you ask? Because, in Spanish, the verb gustar isn’t conjugated the same way gostar is, because, guess what, each language has its own rules, and one must know it when a tranlation is done. You can’t just do a literal translation and call it a day. You must know how BOTH languages work and also how to adapt the text.

The right phrase in Portuguese is: eu gosto de morango. (The literal English translation is “I like of strawberry.”)

Now, the book. Again, the phrase is “this is the book I talked to you about.”

In Portuguese, it reads: este é o livro SOBRE O QUAL eu te falei.

Sobre is “about” and o qual is a relative pronoun that refers to “the book”.

The way I wrote the sentence is how the one in the pic should have been written: durante a festa do chá SOBRE A QUAL eu te falei...

BUT there are also other ways to write it. You see, using sobre and a qual takes the sentence close to formal speech. If your intention is to use informal speech, you can write:

Durante a festa do chá DE QUE eu te falei or durante a festa do chá QUE eu te falei.

The mistakes are over =D

But wait, there’s more!

Now I’d like to talk about my opinion about some things.

I like what was done with Reynold’s speech. Using “essazinha” and similar words when you talk about a person is a great way to show you despise them. You are saying said person is insignificant, worthless.

I think “personagem de interesse” sounds odd. Other words used were “paquera” and “interesse amoroso”. They are better options. 

Apenas means “just” or “only”. There are ocasions when I think the use of apenas is also a influence of consuming too many media in English. If on a sentence in English the use of just or only is necessary, sometimes, in Portuguese, apenas isn’t necessary, or the sentence would sound better if the translator used só (it’s the same as apenas). I also people may forget the word só, because I always see apenas.

Take ddlc* as a example. It was translated from English. “Apenas Monika” doesn’t sound good. I think “Só a Monika” would be a better translation.

*Doki Doki Literature Club. It’s a psychological horror game.

I don’t like the text in these three panels, they don’t sound natural, like the way a Brazilian person would speak.

The first: I think bom or bem sound better.

The second: just take agora out. Maybe it can be difficult to see the problem with a single panel, but if you read the whole page, you can see the agora is odd.

The third: to tell you the truth, I don’t know how to rewrite these sentences.

I didn’t understand this phrase. It makes no sense. I don’t know what it is supossed to mean.

Why do you choose to use English words in your life when Portuguese has better words???

Yeah, everyone says “cringe” now, but it will be over someday. And there is something even more important: speaking English should’t be seen as a obligation. There are lots and lots of Brazilians who don’t speak English and there is nothing wrong about it.

And nobody will convince me “cringe” is better than cafona, brega, pagar mico, vergonha alheia and Ó DO BOROGODÓ.

Now I’ll finally finish my review!

So, my last thoughts: the publisher, Newpop, is known for its bad proofreading work. When Newpop announced it would release the manhwa, I wasn’t so happy, I knew there were be grammar mistakes, but I hoped there would be just one or two. But there was a lot, as you could see. I usually don’t buy the comics Newpop releases and that’s one reason. Newpop said it is working on the novel. I won’t buy it.

The manhwa is pretty, the colors are good, but the mistakes made the experience of reading it being bad. I’ll probably still buy the whole collection, because it’s my favorite manhwa, but I hope Newpop see the mistakes and do a better job on volume 2.

[lleldey]

Hello!

Sorry if I make some mistakes, english isn’t my first language.

I just wanted to say the broken vow is the best story I’ve ever read in a while. Thank you for producing this masterpiece.

I genuinely had no idea that if your spouse is in long term coma, you can’t get divorced easily, like you have to wait 2-5 years depending on the state you’re in and have medical documents. (Did some research on the topic because I was so curious XD) I thought it would be so much easier, it definitely made me question whether or not coma state falls into the “sickness” part of the vow.

At first, I was sympathizing with the oc only and I perceived jungkook as purely evil. But re-reading it, I realized it’s actually very grey, and from his point of view, he actually went through a horrible betrayal.

I was wondering, if you had in mind to make some drabbles about their life after these events ? Because even though he legally tied her to him and she’s now his wife and can’t leave, there is not much he can do about her actual affections. I really wonder how their everyday life will be. Will she love him like before and forget what happened ? Or will she hold a grudge (understandably) ? How about him, how would he feel is oc is not the lovable wife he once knew ?

Also, can we just talk about how nice you are? Like I see how you reply to readers and you take your time to answer them in the best way possible. <3

Hi!! If there’s someone to whom you don’t need to apologise for any grammar mistakes - that’s me. English isn’t my first language as well, I’ve got you! 🫡

Right? I was also shocked how hard divorce is, if one party is in coma! Apparently the whole ‘in sickness and health’ goes deeper than thought, not to mention if any religious factors are involved - that makes everything 1000 times harder. Great absorvation, anon! (Would it be wrong to say, my writers ego has been boosted tremendously by you searching the information up 🥲)

It is morally a very grey storyline, the complexity of it also shows when MC continues to blame herself for the divorce; her fear of going to the hospital, her inability to defend herself, etc. Sad, considering the only time she sticked up for someone was Tae, and not herself

I’m still playing around with ideas for drabbles, I know that I’d like to make one of how they met/their first year together, but I’m a bit reluctant to write about how their relationship would unfold after the events in the story. To me, their story is more or less complete.

I answered an ask where I explained how their life would be afterward, if you want to, you can read it here; it’s a longer one, but it gives a clear description and some scenarios of what their relationship is like!

I don’t think people expect this, but their relationshiafterwardds isn’t that bad, their biggest problem is that they both suffered trauma, and don’t know how to deal with it/refuse help. At the end of the story I tried to highlight MC’s inner turmoil, where she blames herself for not being able to hate JK; realistically, they didn’t divorce because they were on bad terms, they divorced because MC lost all hope that he’d wake up. And when he woke up she was very confused, she realised she loves both JK and Tae, but ultimately chose Tae because he was her husband, and also - loyalty.

She would not forget what happened, but the fact that her ‘husband’ is still unwell, would make her go into worry mode for a while, and she wouldn’t ignore him when he is so visibly ill. Even more so, JK has the upper hand in all fights, he can easily use his weak body to shut down any conversation he doesn’t want to take part in.

MC has turned from being the lovable wife to the distraught wife; she does care - she cares a lot, but her utmost priority is to make sure JK is well, and not to drown him in affection; this on the other hand infuriates JK like nothing else. I also discussed this in greater detail in the previous ask. All in all, their relationship could work. Still, they both need to see a therapist, and I imagine that going along the lines - they make some progress, the therapist says that MC should have a say in the divorce/marriage, JK absolutely refuses and they're back at square 1. So, a lot of work and not so much patience.

Thank you for the kind words, anon! I do my best - both in writing and answering all the asks/comments. It's important that all of you feel comfortable communicating with me ☺️

Thank you for the ask, best wishes! 🌻

[silencesscreams]

Peter parker x reader reunion after high-school imagine!

remember me?

peter parker x f!reader (fluff)

warnings: drinking, fluffy fluff, use of y/n, kissing, she/her pronouns referring to reader, implied hook up at the end, kind of short, reader has hair long enough for it to be tucked back behind her year (but if you don’t ignore it, it’s not really important)

a/n: okay so i don’t know if this was exactly what you wanted but i hope you like it!! keep in mind english isn’t my first language, sorry about any grammar mistakes! also, i didn’t know what version of Peter Parker you wanted, so i used Ned to fill in a part of the story, but if that’s not the one you wanted please ignore that (sorry sorry)

You hated the concept of high-school reunions, you thought they were invented for the jocks that were never really able to move on from their popularity.

But still, ten years after your high-school graduation, you were waiting for some courage to overcome you and help you enter the restaurant that was owned by a rich guy you used to study with and see all the people that had seen you over your teenage years. This wasn’t going to be a fun night.

“Y/n?” You heard a male voice call out, distant but getting closer. You turn around and face yourself with Peter Parker and there was absolutely no way he had gotten even prettier. Ever since your sophomore year you had a huge crush on him, you both had most of your classes together, and you always talked to each other.

“Peter!” You smile, and he gives you a hug, holding you by the waist. He still had the same smell, in ten years he didn’t switchcolognes.

“How have you been?” He questions after pulling away.

“Great actually, I got this job in an industry like six months ago and recently got promoted. How have you been?”

“Good, I mean, the usual stuff, work and all. Are you waiting on anyone?” He asks, looking around.

“No, I was just trying to not freak out about this. Doesn’t it make you feel old?”

“A bit, but I’ll handle it. You look great by the way.”

“Thanks, Parker. You too.” You can’t help but smile at his compliment. He opens the door for you and grins.

“Shall we?”

“Thank you.” You enter the restaurant and he follows you. Fidgeting on your purse’s strap, you try and find a table for you to sit, you could see a lot of the friend groups stayed the same. Your best friend has canceled on you the day before, she had gotten a flu or something, so Peter showing up was kind of a miracle for you.

“There’s my table. I asked a friend to save me a seat, but I’m pretty sure you can sit with us.” Peter said, pointing to the table with only one guy sitting in. You were pretty sure you recognized him but you didn’t remember his name. “But you don’t have to sit with me if you don’t want to. I just guessed since you said you were alone”

“I’d actually like to sit with you, if you don’t mind”

“No, of course I don’t.” He smiled timidly and walked you to the table.

“Hey Ned, remember y/n?” Peter asked and you quickly remembered. Ned, he always hung out with Peter. You felt bad for forgetting, but it had been 10 years.

“Hi Ned.” you shook his hand as he got up from his seat to reach yours. Peter pulled a chair for you right next to him, you politely thanked him and sat down, putting your purse on the chair to your left, as Peter sat to your right. “Thanks for letting me sit with you.”

“No problem.” Ned said, looking at Peter with a weird look on his face. It was like they were having a whole conversation in front of you without even speaking.

“I’m going to go get a drink, do you guys want something?” You asked, trying to do something nice. They both shook their heads in a no motion.

“Okay” you whispered and went to the bar.

“I can’t believe you got THIS lucky!” Ned whisper-shouted at Peter.

“I’m just doing her a favor, she was alone at the door, I just wanted to help her out.” He replied, running his hand through his hair, trying not to smile.

“Please, everyone knows how big of a crush you had on her during school. You spent four years drooling over her, and you called her almost every day for a year after we graduated! Don’t lie to me, Parker.”

“Okay, I did get lucky meeting her outside.” He said, playing with a napkin on the table. “Do you think I should try again?”

“I don’t know. I know she’s alone at that bar and you should buy her a drink.” Ned points to you, leaning on the marbled counter. “At least before someone else does.” He pointed to a guy who used to be in the basketball team walking towards you.

“I’ll be back” Peter stated, getting up and walking quickly towards you. He came up from behind and rested his hand on your waist, seeing the guy immediately stop walking and turning around.

“Hey” you greet him again, your heartbeat racing.

Peter waved to the bar attender who was distracted looking at something on her phone.

“What can I get you both?” She asked walking to you and Peter.

“A vodka-coke and…?” He looked at you, waiting for you to order.

“A martini, please.” You reply, watching him as he paid for your drink. “You don’t have to, really.”

“No, I want to.”

“Thank you, Peter.” The sound of his own name coming out of your mouth sent him to heaven but quickly brought him back. He looked at you, eyes squinting, he couldn’t read you. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. Once your drinks arrived, Peter thanked the woman serving you both and led you back to the table with Ned. You had been laughing at a joke he made.

The night went on quickly, you and Peter had spent most of the night flirting, he had even tucked your hair behind your ear once.

Every time he made you laugh, you unconsciously would touch him, pushing his shoulder, a quick tap on his knee.

You didn’t really mind once his hand rested on your thigh. And you did not hate it once he started squeezing it while you laughed. You loved every second of it, but you just imagined it was friendly touch.

As the reunion came to an end and Ned had already left, you told Peter you were going home.

“Mind if I come with you? Just to make sure you get home safe.” He asked, giving your thigh a caring rub before he got up.

“Not at all.” You say as he helps you put your coat on.

“I’ll call a cab.” He states, giving you his hand to help you up, but not letting go as you do so. He takes you to the entrance, making small talk on the way there.

Once you got to the door you saw it was snowing. You couldn’t help but smile. He turned off his phone and told you the cab would be there soon. You recall telling Peter how much you loved snow when you both were younger.

“You want to go outside, don’t you?” Of course he remembered.

“I really do.” You say, chuckling as he pulled you by your hand, opening the door to get outside. It was cold but you loved every second of it.

“Remember that school trip in senior year?” You nodded, looking at him as he spoke.

“We sat together on the bus and you were so happy because it was snowing. I’d never seen someone so happy because of a natural phenomenon.” He laughed, turning to face you.

You looked at him, he was so pretty. He had snowflakes falling on his hair and a stupid smile.

“You know, that was probably when I realized how into you I was. I mean, I always knew, it just seemed surreal that my seventeen-year-old self could feel that much.”

“Peter.” You whispered, feeling your body heat up with how fast your blood was flowing.

“Y/n, my teenage self wouldn’t ever forgive me for not kissing you tonight. And my right now self probably won’t either.” He was so close you could feel him exhale, and finally he could read your expression. His right hand went behind your neck and pulled you in, leaning to kiss you.

It was a quick peck first, then you pulled him in again, open-mouthed. He had a citric taste in his mouth from a tequila shot he had before. You felt it strongly once his tongue entered your mouth. His hands were now on your hips pulling you as close to him as possible, yours were on his shoulder and behind his neck.

As soon as he heard a car, he pulled away, making you miss his mouth on yours.

“Thats our cab.” He pointed out, conducting you to the car.

“Right.” You say, laughing a bit.

For the whole ride he kept his hand interlaced with yours, you couldn’t hide your smile.

Once the car got to your place, you didn’t want him to go home.

“Do you want to come with me or…?” You ask, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

“A lot.” He answered, smiling like a little kid.

[suchalonelysunflower]

Tell Me What You’re Thinking (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

You reread your final essay one more time and decided that it was enough for today and if there were any mistakes left, then you’ll deal with them tomorrow. Now the only thing in your mind was a cozy blanket and a feel good movie. But first, you needed to get some food and drinks for your mini celebratory self care session.

The thought of asking Calum to come join you crossed your mind, but you quickly remembered that tonight was boys night. Every couple of weeks Calum and his friends have a little night out to catch up and decompress all of the stress of the week. Tonight was Calum’s turn to host boys night as they decided to have a quiet night in, so they must be having a good time downstairs and you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

With that thought in mind, you carefully placed your laptop on Calum’s side of the bed and carefully untangled your legs from under the covers so you wouldn't wake up Duke, who snuggled with you every time you had to work to keep you company. You put on one of Calum’s hoodies and headed downstairs trying your best to not make any sound.

Before you even reached the last step of the stairs, you could already hear your boyfriend’s laugh and it made your heart flutter. Even after almost three years of being together, his laugh still gives you butterflies every time you hear it, falling even more in love than what is possible.

Once you were in the kitchen, you started looking into the cupboards as you searched for your favorite snacks, but in the end you were unable to find any, thinking that maybe Calum has hidden them somewhere on the top shelves where he knows you can’t reach.

Letting out a small huff, you debated with yourself the option of climbing up the counter or admitting defeat and go ask your boyfriend for some help. Luckily, you didn’t have to decide as you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite scholar” Said Ashton with a light chuckle “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be out tonight since it’s boys night”

You smiled as you let him wrap his arms around you to give you a hug. Ashton was the first friend you made when you moved to LA a couple of years back, he was the one who introduced you to Calum in the first place, and you were very thankful for having him as a best friend.

“I had to finish up some term papers, so I had to reschedule my girl’s night for tomorrow” You explained to the black haired man “And what are you doing here? Need a refill?” You ask, pointing to the empty glass he was holding.

Ashton nodded, “Yeah, but I also needed a time out. Mitchy is kinda being very obnoxious today” He said with a sigh.

Mitchy Collins was a close friend with the boys for many years now, but you can’t say that he is a friend of yours. It’s not like you haven’t tried to befriend the singer, on the contrary, you both had multiple chances to get to know each other but he either ignored you or made things very awkward between you. And, to be honest, you were not that excited to become his friend either. There was something weird about him, a bad vibe per se, that made you not trust him at all. He was always very loud, obnoxious and downright rude sometimes and it made you very uncomfortable. Both Calum and Ashton knew about your uneasiness with Mitchy, so they didn’t push it too far and you were thankful for that.

“Oh?” You asked, trying to mask your discomfort “What is he saying this time?”

“Just a bunch of bullshit, to be honest. He is very high right now and thinks he’s above everyone else” Ashton said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. You did the same as you offered him a glass of water.

“Are you high right now?” You chuckled.

“Nope. Calum and I decided to stay clean tonight cause tomorrow we start early in the studio and the weed kinda messes up our pipes” He explains.

“What about Luke and Mikey?”

“They are not here yet, they said they needed to finish up something for a song and then they will meet us here” Ashton shrugged, not giving it too much importance “And what about you, darling? How was your day?”

You began to tell Ashton about how you finally finished the semester and how excited you were for your little getaway with Calum next week. However, every couple of minutes you were interrupted by a loud laugh or an obnoxious comment coming from the living room where the rest of the boys were sitting. Sometimes their loud comments started loud conversations that neither of you could help but overhear, but you did your best to ignore them. But some things are easier said than done.

“I’m telling you man! You can do so much better” You heard Mitchy’s voice echoing through the house, followed by a chuckle from Calum who mumbled something among the lines of “Fuck off”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the conversation you had with Ashton in order to pay attention to what was being said down the hall. You looked at Ash with a confused face, wondering what they could be saying but at the same time not knowing if you should continue listening to their private affairs. You were about to open up your mouth to continue what you were saying until another comment made by Mitchy caught your attention.

“You have to admit she is the worst sometimes. All she does is boss you around like you are some kind of puppet. She is the definition of annoying”

You sat up straight as you looked at Ashton, who mirrored your puzzled expression.

“Is- is he talking about me?” You asked in a whisper.

Ashton shook his head “I don’t thi-”

“I swear! What does she even do besides work and study all the time? She barely has time for you. You said it yourself! And when she’s not doing any of those things? She’s nagging around and clinging to you like you’re a damn purse! That’s who Y/N is”

You froze in the spot. So they were talking about you… and did Calum really say you don’t have time for him? You don’t even get time to yourself and he knows that! He said he was okay with it, that he understood and supported you through and through… Guess not.

“I still don’t know what you saw in her, dude. She’s just plain boring, playing to be a good girl when in reality she has zero personality” He continued his rant “She does nothing for you! Honestly! I’m surprised you made it this far with that bitch”

You knew that wasn’t true. He never really made an effort to get to know you! how could he be saying all those stuff? You did everything for Calum, all your goals, your plans are for the both of you. How could he know that if he never really talked to you? But you had to admit that that first comment really hurt. You were always doubting yourself at the beginning of your relationship with Calum, always feeling like you weren’t good enough, or pretty enough, or smart or fun or hot… To fight off those kinds of feelings was a difficult job to say the least, but Calum was always there to fight them with you, reassuring you that he loved you. He loved every part of you and he will love you forever.

“Is she at least a decent fuck? Cause I don’t see her doing anything remotely interesting in bed” Mitchy laughed “If she’s not she’s just wasting your time”

You noticed how Ashton suddenly stiffened next to you when he heard Mitchy’s comments. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his fists at the side of his body “Okay, that’s enough” But you were quicker, grabbing onto his shirt as a sign to make him stay there with you and not cause a scene.

His eyes found yours and you could see the anger build up on them, you knew that he would defend you no matter what and you loved him for that. But you knew Calum would defend you over there, he wouldn't let him talk about you that way.

“Ash, please” You pleaded, tugging on his shirt for him to take a seat again. But he preferred to stay standing next to you, almost like guarding and shielding you from any other comment that might hurt your feelings.

“I can’t let him talk about you like that!” He hissed. But you just shook your head.

“I know, Ash. I know. But Cal will handle it” You said confidently, trying to keep yourself together.

You knew Calum would not let those comments slide. Even if you weren’t in the room with him, those comments were awful and very hurtful, no one deserves to be treated like that, especially by someone as close as a friend of his.

You waited for his intervention, but your heart crushed when the only thing you heard from him were laughs.

“She’s a good fuck” That’s all he said.

The grip you had on Ashton’s shirt suddenly flattered as you fought the lump in your throat “Y-you said he wasn’t high” You whispered to Ashton, who was just as frozen as you were after hearing his best mate’s comment.

“He’s not” He said, standing tall next to you. As much as he wanted to go in there and give the guys an earful, he knew you needed him here with you.

Out of all the things Mitchy has said, out of all the insults and belitments, that’s what he says? That you’re a good fuck?

You knew that you could be annoying sometimes when you got happy. You just wanted to share that happiness with everyone around you and you thought… you thought that Calum liked that. You were not a bad girlfriend, you always tried your best to make him as happy as he makes you; to love him as much as he loves you, cause he loves you. Doesn’t he?

If he loves you then why is he letting his friend say all of this stuff about you? Why is he not saying anything? Does- does he agree with him?

The tears started rolling silently, half of you not believing what you were hearing while the other half clang to the idea of Calum defending you at some point.

“Oh I know!” Said Mitchy after a while “I can introduce you to someone! Right now, actually. Her name’s Vanessa and she’s crazy hot, dude”

He can’t be serious.

Ashton looked at you with pleading, furious eyes. Almost begging you to go and let him deal with them. But you grabbed his hand and made him stay. This has to be it. This has to be the chance for Calum to say something.

“You’re kidding right?” The curly haired man asked. Making you let out a breath of relief.

“Not at all! Think about it. We go, you meet her, you fuck her and done!” He said like it was nothing “Y/N will never find out cause she’s stuck up her ass. Your fans will never know or they won’t care cause they don’t even know you are in a ”relationship” to begin with! You are single to their eyes. And you get a decent fuck from someone who looks the part and knows how to have fun! It’s a win - win!”

Your heart stopped as you waited for Calum to answer. To tell Mitchy to go fuck himself. To tell him that he loves you and would never do that to you.

“I don’t know, man. I’ll think about it” Calum shrugged “Plus, if we go out I’ll have to tell Y/N. She’s upstairs finishing some shit for her university”

“Fucking hell… see! I told you! A stuck up bitch” Mitchy said, making Calum laugh.

But their laughs and the rest of the conversation grew numb to your ears. Your body trembled as the tears came flooding in, holding in the sobs that were tearing up your throat. How could he? He was really thinking of cheating on you.

You could feel every little piece of your heart shattered as you search for some kind of leverage that could hold you still so you don’t fall and break. You felt ill, disgusted and heartbroken.

As you tried to get up, you felt your knees buckle and almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for Ashton holding you up. He was still there and you knew by the look in his eyes that he was not going anywhere.

He was just as disgusted and angry as you. He couldn’t believe all the things that were said tonight, all the things that Calum failed to make it right and hurt you in the process. He knew that if he were in that room that the conversation would’ve died the moment it started. He would never let them talk about you that way.

“I-I can’t-“ You cried, moments away from hyperventilating “I can’t stay here, Ash”

He nodded, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head for reassurance “Go upstairs, love. Grab your stuff and we’re getting out of here. You’re staying with me tonight, okay?” Ashton let go of you and started walking towards the living room where the rest of the guys were still talking.

“Ash” You called, making him turn around “D-don’t make a scene, please”

He sighed as he muttered a quiet “okay” before turning around, leaving you alone as you went upstairs to grab the bare necessities to spend the night, you’ll figure out the rest later. Right now you just needed to get out of here.

You opened the bedroom door and almost collapsed at the entrance. Duke came running towards you, sensing that there was something wrong as he started to whine and tried to jump into your arms. That only made you cry harder as you realized that you were leaving him too. You fell to the floor and patted the puppy as he tried to wipe off your tears with his tongue, breaking your heart even more.

A loud voice cut you out of your thoughts. You could hear Ashton yelling, although you couldn’t exactly figure out what he was saying. This meant that Calum knew you heard everything and that, if he had at least some decency left in him, he would come and get you. You needed to act fast.

You stood up and grabbed the first big bag that you could find. Inside of it you threw your laptop, your books, your charger, some clothes and some bathroom essentials. You debated on whether or not to take with you a picture of you, Calum and Duke… it was your favorite memory with them. But the damage was stronger than the nostalgia, so you threw that picture to the ground before you left the room that once belonged to you.

You were running down the stairs when you passed Calum running up them. You ignored him as he stopped in his tracks and followed you to the hall.

“Y/N!” He said, desperate to try and stop you “Y/N, baby, please! Hear me out!”

“Hear what?! I already heard enough!” You said as you turned around.

Calum’s face was almost unrecognizable. The fear in his eyes, the desperation in his voice and his close off body language was not something you’d normally see in him. The “I fucked up” expression showed all the regret in the world, yet you didn’t seem to care at the moment.

“I. Heard. All of it, Calum” You cried through gritted teeth, anger boiling inside of you as you stared at the man you thought you’d marry “All of it and not once did I hear you say something to try and defend me. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“Baby-“ He tried, but you cut him off.

“I work my ass off all day and night for you, for us. For me to go and see you on tour like you ask me to, knowing damn well I would go to the ends of this fucking earth for you! Catching up extra classes and shifts so I can go with you. I cancel everything to be with you. I gave up everything for us to be together. I barely even have time for myself as I try my best to be something worthy of you!” Your tears were staining your face, but you pushed away the pain for a moment, knowing that once you break down it’s over “I try my best to be a good girlfriend, a good friend! I loved you with all my heart and this is what I get after almost three years? A good fuck? That 's it?”

Calum’s world fell to the floor as he tried hard to fight off the lump in his throat, whispering in a broken voice “Loved?”

“That’s all you get from it?” You ask defeated “Calum I would’ve never let my friends call you names, insult you or offend you in any way. I would’ve gone to the ends of the world for you, defended you till the day I die. All because I trusted you to do the same for me and you failed me, Calum. You broke me. You let him call me a bitch, a stuck up, worthless, stupid, bossy, annoying… should I go on? Cause those words are now printed in my memory, next to you agreeing to all of those things. Is that what you think of me?”

“Baby, I swear it’s not like that!” He said, grabbing your hand and trying to make you stay “I fucked up! I know! You are right, I failed you and you don’t know how much I hate myself for it! But please, love. You know I could never think of you like that… you are the most wonderful person there is! You are kind, smart, loving, beautiful-“

“Did you cheat on me?” You ask bluntly.

“What?”

“Did you cheat on me?”

“No!” Calum said instantly “No, I would never!”

You nodded “Yet, you thought of it.”

Calum opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off again “Is that why you never made our relationship public? So you could have a free pass whenever you want to? Cause I thought it was to protect our privacy, for us to have a normal life in the midst of the chaos that is to date a celebrity. When you told all of that I thought “wow, this is a guy with integrity and with values” Yet I don’t know what to believe now. I thought you loved me-“

“I do love you-“

“I thought you loved me” You said, the tears were already dry as the anger came flooding in “But you don’t hurt the people you love. You don’t break them like you did to me. You don’t let anyone hurt them, even if they are not in the room with you. And you don’t cheat on them like you were going to tonight with that girl Vanessa while I waited here like an idiot for you to come home and spend some time with me”

You pull your hand out of his grasp, holding onto your bag as you heard Calum cry “Y/N-“

“You are free to do whatever you want now, Calum. Cause to the eyes of your fans you are single, and I am as well”

You turned around and saw Ashton waiting by the door with his keys in his hand. He opened up the door for you as you walked by, ignoring all of Calum’s pleads for you to stay.

“So you are just going to leave?!” He yelled, not knowing what else to do. “Whe- Where are you taking her Ashton?”

The black haired man made sure that you were already sitting in his car before turning around to face his friend “I’m taking here with me and away from you cause that’s what she needs now. So don’t bother calling or showing up cause you are not welcome right now. And don’t even try to call Luke or Michael cause they already know and we won’t support you on this” Ashton said as calm as he could. He already told him off, but the anger of seeing you cry in front of him still resided in him.

“I- I love her , Ash! You can’t just take her away from me. I’m her boyfriend!”

“Correction, you were her boyfriend. And I can take her away and I will cause she asked me to” He said taking an intimidating step closer to Calum “Cause while you were here talking trash about her behind her back, planning on how to cheat on her. I was back there, holding her while she broke down crying cause she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend didn’t stand up for her and let a fucking stranger insult her all night long! You weren’t there to see her eyes water or her lip tremble. You weren’t there when she begged me with tears in her eyes to not make a scene cause all she wanted to do was to get out of here. She is the most amazing person ever, she is a light in all of our lives and you extinguished her without a second thought. You might be my friend, but she is too and I love her and I will defend her no matter what, she doesn’t deserve this kind of crap you just showed to her. So don’t count on me to try and help you get her back, I won’t blame her if she doesn’t”

Calum felt small as Ashton walked away from him, closing the door with a bang and leaving him all alone in his big house. Well, almost.

“Dude, that was intense” Mitchy laughed as he placed a hand on Calum’s shoulder “So, wanna go now?”

A blind rage fell over Calum as he heard the mocking laughs of his so-called friend, acting like his life just didn’t fall apart in front of him.

Calum grabbed the singer by the neck of his shirt and pushed him forcefully against the wall “You are going to get out of my house and never come back. You hear me?!” He yelled to his face, almost letting out steam from his nostrils as he was sure he could kill him right now.

“Dude, what’s wrong with yo-“

Calum quickly grabbed a bottle from his nearby mini bar, suddenly gaining all the courage he should’ve had hours ago, and throwed it to Mitchy’s feet, making him jump “Get the fuck out!” He yelled, grabbing bottle after bottle, glass after glass and throwing them into the ground “OUT!”

Only when the last bottle was smashed into pieces did he realize he was completely alone.

And only then did he allow himself to cry for the loss of the love of his life, walking away from him and leaving him to pick up the pieces of two broken hearts.

part 2

Tags: @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @talksoprettyjjx @mystic-232

[meichenxi]

little esl rants, don’t mind me, more sensible posts coming soon:

it blows my mind every single time how in the minds of ESL students whose languages don’t have articles will just. delete them even when reading an English text aloud. it’s RIGHT THERE. I mean I’m sure I do the same in languages but it’s just amazing - it really shows power of attention in learning, that Russian etc speakers don’t pay attention to articles because they don’t carry meaning for them - so much so that they often don’t notice them at all. a big argument against immersive learning for adults is that some adults just seem exceptionally bad at noticing functional things that are different from their first language and not ‘necessary’ for communication, and if you don’t notice them or have your attention drawn to them, you’ll never learn them. (this isn’t saying immersion isn’t useful, just that it should be used to augment learning. adults usually need to learn grammar rules at least a bit, tragically this is a fact) 

it also amazes me the difference in how well people take guidance and teaching. if I repeat what somebody says - if they say ‘I have went?’ - with a questioning tone, some people immediately pick up on it, correct it. and some people just completely ignore me, and when I prompt them again, just keep speaking. 

prompted by my current student who says ‘Yes, yes, yes’ to any time I prompt him and doesn’t correct himself. he says ‘communication is the most important’ BRO PLEASE 

your accent is very strong, and difficult to understand! your grammar is all over the place!! In order to understand you, you need to improve those things!!!!! not everyone is as experience as esl professionals at dealing with beginner non-native speakers, and you will be misunderstood or ignored!!! where is your confidence coming from?!

communication DOES INCLUDE GRAMMAR. and ACCENT. from a personal and professional standpoint I hate this ‘only watch movies and achieve fluency’ or ‘only chat and achieve fluency’ stance. immersion is important! conversation is important!! but you are not 3 years old!!!!! you will not achieve accuracy in a language ONLY by chatting and constantly repeating your mistakes!!! (yes I know refold etc etc is useful and it is, but you still need basic knowledge of grammar to act as a skeleton to hang your various knowledges, probabilities etc of collocations and structures on...)

and maybe this is old fashioned of me lmao but it really frustrates me when students who have intermediate or basic English tell me, with immense confidence (usually but not always men), that they don’t need to work on their grammar because ‘only communication is important’ and ‘everyone has an accent’ and ‘even native speakers make mistakes’ - yes it is, they do, and we do but....the extents are wildly different...

If I say ‘I knew her for ten years’ and ‘I have known her for ten years’, that’s quite a big difference in communication!! if I say ‘If I go out, I’ll call on you’ or ‘if I went out, I’d call on you’, a native speaker will interpret that differently! grammar is necessary for communication. grammar can also be taught in an adaptable, flexible, communicative way!! it doesn’t need to be textbooks, but it DOES need to be taught!! at least a bit!!!!!

NGHHHHHHHHHHHH

[chibinekochan]

Hey! I don't know if your requests are open, so if they're not just ignore it it's ok :) It's my first time requesting, But maybe what about a scenario when the Mc is doing a photoshoot and then the brothers hear the stuff complain about them, maybe Photoshops them and to them look "actually attractive" or something, how would any brother react? What would they do? and I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you'll have a great day!💖

My requests are open and I'm not a native english speaker either so it's all okay.

The cameraman is photoshopping the readers pictures.

  Mammon

He can't believe what he is hearing. 

You aren't attractive? 

Like hello? Does this idiot have eyes? 

Mammon is raging. 

He is about to hit the photographer. 

Then the shoot continues and you seem to enjoy it so much that Mammon can't bring himself to stop it. 

He grits his teeth and confronts the photographer later.

The plan gets put to a halt when he finds the guy is already photoshopping your pictures. 

Mammon can't believe it. 

Especially after the photographer tells Mammon that now you look "beautiful". 

This guy is a moron!

You are perfect!

Mammon takes all the pictures that the photographer took of you. 

That person doesn't deserve them anyway. 

You are a bit sad when Mammon tells you that your photos weren't used for anything but he will bring you to a better photo shoot next time. 

To a photographer that Mammon can trust. 

You like that idea. 

Mammon keeps all the photos to himself. 

It makes him very upset whenever he remembers this day. 

  Lucifer 

He isn't sure why he has to keep doing these types of photoshoots. 

It's annoying. 

So he just stands somewhere in the background, emitting ominous energy, when he hears the photographer talking about you. 

This piques his interest. 

At least until he hears the bad things that are said about your looks. 

Like this random demon could even understand how beautiful you are. 

Lucifer just scoffs at this. 

He has a bad feeling about the photos and wants to check on the progress. 

The photographer is in the middle of editing, more like creating a completely different person. 

Lucifer can't believe what he sees. 

He is angry but he keeps his calm, at least on the surface. 

Lucifer demands that the photographer leaves all of your pictures as they are, and calls someone else to do the photographers job instead.

The photographer has to leave town. 

You will never know any of this. 

  Leviathan 

He had very mixed feelings about this from the very start. 

Levi hates it in every imaginable way. 

You seem to be excited, so Levi does his best not to show how much he hates this. 

He is just here for you. 

During a break he happens to overhear the photographer complaining about the model. 

Levi thinks it must be someone else, it couldn't be you. 

Yet he then overhears that the photographer thinks that you are ugly. 

Levi's jar almost hit the floor. 

You ugly? That's a joke if he ever heard one. Unbelievable! You are the prettiest person in the whole universe!

How dare they! Insulting you like this?!

Not on his watch. 

Levi isn't sure what hit him but before he knew the whole building was flooded, yes he summoned Lotan. 

He feels very bad about it right after, mostly since you also got wet. 

The photographer and everyone is pretty angry at Levi. 

He can't tell you why he did what he did. 

It would surely hurt you and Levi can't do that. 

Lucifer gives him a huge scolding, it makes you feel very bad for Levi. 

Later he tells you the whole story. 

You shake your head and give him a smile, while scolding him just a tiny bit for going over the top.

  Asmodeus 

He invited you to this photoshoot. 

Asmo is very happy about the whole thing. 

What could be better than dressing up and getting pretty pictures taken?

Especially with you right here. 

Asmo is very much over the moon. 

He has so much fun that time just flies. 

Later his mood got very soured. 

When he overhears people talking about your modeling and the photographer tells everyone that you don't look good and that there will be lots of editing needed to make you look good. 

Asmo can't believe his ears. 

Angry he makes his way to the photographer and let's him know that he is an idiot *in many more words, most aren't pg*.

He is so angry that he even changed into his demon form. 

Asmo doesn't even let the guy get a single word in. 

He is so annoyed that he simply grabs you and walks out with you, holding you by your hand. 

You are quite confused about the whole situation. 

Asmo hasn't calmed down for quite a while. 

He is so upset that you end up dragging him to his favorite coffee shop and get him his favorite cupcakes. 

Asmo is very touched and slowly starts telling you what upset him this much. 

You listen to the whole story and it doesn't bother you that much. 

The photographer was a very inhumane looking demon so it's no surprise that you aren't attractive to them. 

Though you think it's very cool and sweet of Asmo to stand up for you. 

Asmo finds it funny how little you care, he knows that you are right. 

Not everyone is appreciating true beauty. 

Asmo knows that, haters gonna hate, it just bugs him that someone talked badly about you. 

In the end you both go out dancing and laughing about it by the end of the night. 

  Satan

He is only helping out someone he knows. 

Satan figured that you would be the perfect model for this. 

Soon everyone seems to agree and you are very excited about the opportunity. 

Satan is very pleased with himself. 

Surely this will lead to you liking him even more. 

He is very pleased and just watches you from the side. 

Then he overhears some of the staff talking about your looks, they are very rude. 

Satan gets very angry at these words. 

He tries to stay calm, for your sake. 

You don't hear their words and Satan doesn't want you to know. 

He just decides to stay closer and keep a close eye on the photoshoot. 

You are doing great, Satan has no 

clue why they would talk badly about you. 

This just upsets him even more. 

They honestly can't see that you are beautiful? 

He is fuming, it's like anger is flowing from his body. 

Then he hears someone saying how long the editing is going to take, with a model that's as ugly as you are. 

This is when Satan completely loses it. 

He practically destroys everything. 

There is no stopping him. 

You have to force him with a command to stop. 

It worries you, you have no idea what made Satan this angry. 

You have never seen him like this before. 

He feels very bad that you had to see him like this. 

When he calms down he confesses everything to you. 

You are very surprised. 

It's strange that you get hired if they think you are ugly, pretty unprofessional. 

Satan is surprised that you are so nonchalant about it. 

You just decide to invite Satan for a nice dinner instead, and make him pay for the damages.

  Beelzebub 

You are on one of the teams with Beel. 

Of course he is the star player but you are doing what you can. 

It's time for a team photoshoot. 

You are kind of nervous about it but Beel encourages you. 

Beel watches you during the shoot. 

Beel overhears the photographer moaning about how hard it is to get a decent photo of you, since you are so ugly to the photographer. 

Beel can't believe his ears. 

He just goes straight up to the photographer and asks him if he is blind. 

The photographer gets scared by Beel and makes some excuses. 

Beel didn't even mean to scare anyone, he was genuinely curious about it. 

The photographer didn't say anything else the entire time. 

You never even learn about the rude photographer. 

Your photos are completely unedited and you are pretty proud of them. 

Beel likes them a lot too and he honestly doesn't understand why he got extra copies of your photos, but he doesn't complain.

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[binnie-huaisang]

Silly Fight

Genre: angst, fluff(?

Pairing: Chan × reader

Words: 3.4 k

TW: Mental health issues, depression.

Also, this came out a little darker that I intended and by the end I didn’t have the heart to give it the final I was actually going to write, BUT if you wanna read the original ending I was planning, you can look for the “alternative” version in my blog where I added the original ending because apparently I like to make myself cry (:

Note: I'm sorry if there are some spelling or grammar mistakes, or if some expressions just don't make sense. English isn't my first language, but I promise I'm trying my best.

Chan and you started dating a few years ago, of course nobody knew that, except for your friends and his family.

At the beginning of the relationship you were really nervous all the time, always scared to make a bad movement or saying something that could maybe make him uncomfortable. That, and the fact that you didn’t even live in the same country, had you worried every moment of every day. You had always been an overthinker, and this certainly did no better to your condition.

However, things were going great, and it wasn’t too long for the little voices in your head to notice that. It was almost as if Chan and you were meant for eachother. It wasn’t like anything you had experienced before. Your relationship was one of those that you can only find in fairytales, and you knew that it was because both of you were so in love that every thing that could seem as a problem for other people, meant nothing to you.

Even with the distance, you would always be there for eachother. Every time he was getting frustrated over work or you were having a bad time because of college, you  would always be there to give support to the other.

Even if your personalities were very different, you barely fought, and it wasn’t because you weren’t able to see the other’s defects or mistakes, but because you knew that they were part of the person you loved and, in a certain way, you also had fallen for those things.

Yes, both of you were completely different worlds, but somehow, you made it work. Even after taking that big step that was making your relationship official, everything kept being the exact same way. Now, it wasn’t only your loved ones who would always tell you that you were basically soulmates, but also his fans and comrades.

Everything was just perfect, or at least it was until that afternoon…

You were visiting Chan after a few months of not seeing each other and, as usual, he took you to that coffee shop that was near his company building.

He was trying his best to act like everything was okay and that nothing was bothering him, but you knew him more than anyone in the world, and you could tell that something was off.

“Babe, is something bothering you?” you asked while caressing his hand over the table.

He saw the concern behind your eyes and that only made the guilt inside of him grow. He didn’t wanna do it, he knew it would end really bad for both of you, but he knew that if he didn’t tell you, someone else would, and that would be even worse.

“Everything’s alright angel” he lied. “Let’s eat, the food will get cold”, and there it was, that smile, the one that he uses every time something is bothering him but he doesn’t wanna tell you.

“Chan”, you called, making him look up to you. He could hardly look at you in the eye without getting nervous. He knew a fight was coming, and he was doing everything he could to hold it over. He was really trying, but he felt so guilty for being the reason for your concern.

Suddenly, the image of you crying in his bed popped into his mind. It was the first time he ever saw you cry, and no one could put in words how guilty and broken he felt for knowing that he was the reason behind it. Apparently you saw one of those mean comments people make on social media about him and you couldn’t resist it. 

You were the kind of person that never cared about what others said about you, but as soon as someone said something about your loved ones, it was on.

That was one of the hardest days for both of you. You were trying to give comfort words to each other, but it was useless. You could still not understand why would people be so mean towards the best person you’ve ever met, the one who was always there for anyone that needed some help. On the other hand, he would never forgive himself for making you cry. He knew it was because of him, and he was feeling so mad for making the one he loved suffer in that way. You were his whole world, his motivation on the hard days and his celebration partner on the best ones. 

You were everything he could’ve dreamed of, in his eyes you were just perfect, and the fact that he hurt you in some way was something that would never happen again. Or at least that was what he thought.

“Chan? Chan!” Your voice brought him back to reality. “Listen, I don’t know what’s happening, but you know you can tell me everything”.

“Well… Actually, there is something I need to tell you…” He finally said and you nodded. “I was talking with some people from the company the other day and… They asked me to talk to you about some things related to your podcast”.

Chan looked at you, examining every inch of your face, looking for any movement or expression that could let him know what you were thinking, but it was useless. Your expression was completely neutral.

However, in your head things were very different. You weren’t stupid, of course you knew what he was about to say. 

You and your best friend, Santiago, had a podcast where you would talk about random stuff, it could be mental health issues, cartoons, movies, or even political complains, it was basically two friends just talking to each other. This podcast had existed even before you knew Chan and it didn’t seem like there was a problem about it until some people of Chan’s company asked him to tell you that you should stop joking about your mental health online because it gave a “bad image”.

That happened just a couple months ago and you were still mad. Anyone who knew you knew that was your coping mechanism and they had the audacity to ask you to stop doing it. Of course you could just refuse to do it, but you didn’t want any problems, besides, after talking with Santiago, you both agreed that there were some comments that could actually be a trigger to some of your audience, so you ended up agreeing.

“What is it?” Your face could be inexpressive, but your voice revealed all the annoyance you were feeling.Of course, Chan noticed that and it only made him more nervous. He really didn't want to do it, he knew it was unfair, but he had to tell you.

“Well… It’s actually a very stupid thing, you will probably laugh when you hear it because it´s really stupid-”

“Just tell me” you said, cutting off  the babbling of the slightly scared boy that was sitting across from you.

“They say you should stop swearing so much”.

Chan was right, you did laugh, but it wasn’t for the reason he expected. You were so done with them. As much as you always hated the control they had over Chan, you could kind of understand it since he worked for them, but you didn’t, and the fact that they were trying to have control over you and your friend was unacceptable.

“You know what? I’m going to talk with them, I’m fucking done”. You said getting up from your seat. Even when you were keeping your voice in a low tone, some people turned because of the sudden move.

“Babe!” Chan took your wrist in his hand before you could start walking away. He didn’t say anything, but by the look in his eyes, you knew he wanted you to stay there and talk about it, and so you did.

“It’s just that… It’s so stupid!” You said a little more relaxed. 

“I know baby” Chan comforted you by caressing your left cheek.

“I mean, I would consider changing something if it made you uncomfortable, but I shouldn’t have to change because some people that don’t even know me think that I ‘swear’ a lot”.

“Well…” The panic showed on his face as soon as he realized what he had done.“

‘Well’?” You raised a brow. “So you think they’re right’“

“No! Of course not! I’m just saying that maybe you do swear in moments where it’s not completely necessary”. Despite his previous intent of calm you down, he was having some stressful days and he was beginning to feel tired.

“But that’s the way I talk!”

“Well, maybe the way you talk does give a bad image!”

“Oh, because I clearly care so much for my image! Why do you care anyways? You’re not even in the podcast!”

Chan let out a sarcastic laugh. “What did you say before? That you would consider changing something if it made me uncomfortable? Go ahead then, change it! Oh, wait. You won’t, because you are so used to people agreeing with you that whenever someone disagrees you just ignore it!”

You stared at him with a stunned look. Something inside you knew that none of you were thinking straight and that maybe you should stop, but you were so mad at him for agreeing with the people that were trying to control you, that you ignored that little voice.

“First of all, why do you all complain about it so much? Whenever I say a bad word or ‘swear’ or however you wanna call it, I do it in my first language, you don’t even understand what I’m saying so shut the fuck up! And second, it doesn’t even make sense that you are telling me that you are bothered because of my language! I never swear around you because I know that your holy ears bleed everytime someone says ‘fuck’. Why don’t you just tell me that you are so scared of them that you need to be a total jerk to me in order to make them happy?”

“Oh, so now I’m being a jerk? You know what? Maybe I am scared of them, but you are being selfish! You are not even thinking about how this can affect me!”

“Pleeease!” You said with a sarcastic laugh. “You’re no one to talk about it! You were the one who pushed me into revealing our relationship because ‘you didn’t want to hide anything from your fans’“ You mocked. “I wasn’t prepared and you still made me appear in front of a camera! You didn’t care what it would do to me, so don’t talk to me about being selfish!”

You could feel the tears forming in the corner of your eyes. You always tried to ignore the bad comments since they were minimum, but sometimes you couldn’t help being affected by them, especially when you were already having bad times.

“You know I’m sorry for that”. Chan said recovering from the sudden anger. He knew that he made a mistake by throwing you to the world like that and there wasn’t a day he didn’t regret it. 

“Well, that doesn’t make the death threats disappear”. As much as you tried to hold them, you felt the tears finally scape.

Chan was speechless, he wanted to say something, to hug you and say sorry for everything, but he couldn’t move. He was just there, sitting while he watched you fall apart. And the worst part was yet to come…

“I- I don’t care about this. I don’t care about those stupid coments and I wouldn’t care about  what your stupid bosses tell you if it wasn’t beacuse it’s always me who has to do or change something” Your voice was barely a whisper, but Chan could hear every single word. “My grades have been getting down, you know?” A sad smile painted your face. “I’ve been feeling bad for months and I cannot pay attention to my lessons. To be honest, I don’t even know if I like my career anymore, but I can’t quit, I don’t want to. I keep telling to myself ‘maybe it’s not the career, it’s just my depression, I’ll be fine in a few days’, but I’m not fine and I’ve been wanting to look for help but therapy is fucking expensive”.

Chan was looking at you completely devastated. He never knew you were feeling bad. Of course he knew about your depression, but you once told him that you’ve been feeling alright for more than a year now. How stupid he was for not noticing. He wanted to ask you why you didn’t say anything, why would you hide such important things, but, once again, he didn’t.

“The money I earn… I use everything to come here to see you because you are not allowed to visit me” You said in a more bitter tone than you intended. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming you, I know this is your job but… It can be a little exhausting to be the one who always has to adapt, to be the strong one. I never say anything because I love you so much and I know I should support you because the path you chose is already hard enough but… I’m just… tired. I’m tired of everything”.

You didn’t even have time to react when your boyfriend got up from his seat and walked around the table to kneel in front of you and wrap his arms tightly around your waist. The initial shock fading as you heard his muffled crying on your chest. You were trying to comfort him by caressing his hair, but it was useless. After a few minutes, when both of you felt that the sobs of the other were fading, Chan finally looked up at you, sending a wave of guilt through your body as you saw his still teary eyes. 

Before you could say anything, he gave you a soft and long kiss on the forehead. The kiss was so full of love and emotions that it made you tear once again.

“I’m so sorry” He said with a raspy voice. “I’m such an asshole for not noticing. You’re always there for me and I just-”

“Shhh” You interrupted by caressing his cheek. “None of this is your fault. I shouldn’t have brought up the subject, this wasn’t the time to do it”.

“Hey, don’t say that!” Chan said as he lifted your chin to meet his eyes. “You’re right, I guess I’m taking more than what I’m giving, but this stops now. I will talk with my manager to see if he can fix something, and as for your therapy… I will pay for it”.

“Of course not!” You said with wide eyes. “I’m the one who has to handle this, I’ll find the way”.

“Angel, you don’t have to go through this by yourself, you have me now and I will not leave you alone… Not again”.

And with that said, he held you in his arms once again pulling you as closer as he could as if he feared you’d disappear at any moment. After a few seconds, you heard your boyfriend’s muffled voice again.

“Don’t say that again”.

“What?”

“That you are tired of everything, don’t say that. If you say that you’re tired of me, that you’re tired of college… I can take it, but please don’t say you’re tired of everything”. His words made you suddenly go pale. You didn't expect him to understand the meaning of your words, but he did. Even if you never told him the full story because you were so scared of him dismissing the matter, he knew you were struggling with something ever since you were a child. In fact, he knew more than you tought. 

As far as you knew, he was always very busy to listen to your podcast, but that was only partially true, since he did use to listen to some of the chapters. One of them was the one where you and Santiago were talking about the importance of mental health and how people should always ask for help if they feel like there’s something that’s not working as it should. In that chapter you talked a little bit about your experience with depression and you mentioned… Something. Something that you almost did in middle school. Of course, Santiago didn’t seem surprised, since he already knew about it and he only reassured you that you weren’t alone anymore, but for Chan, knowing about that situation really shocked him. Of course he never told you anything since he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but ever since he found out about this… Situation, he would find himself thinking about it in the most unexpected moments of the day. 

After thinking about what would be the best answer to the sudden request, you decided that a simple nod would be the only thing that wouldn’t make you burst into tears again, so that’s what you did.

“I still don’t want you to pay for my therapy tho” You said with a tired smile after your boyfriend had broken the hug just to start playing with your hands.

“We’ll talk about it later, angel” He said, smiling back at you, but this time it wasn’t a sarcastic or a nervous smile, it was a real one. “Now, why don’t we go back to the apartment? I will cook something delicious for you”.

“But we already have food here!” You said, letting out a little giggle at the ridiculous proposal.

You could see how the red color of his cheeks and ears became more intense before he leaned toward one of yours. “To be honest… I don’t know if I feel comfortable eating in a room full of people that saw me crying just a few instants ago”.

A sincere laugh escaped your lungs. You hadn’t thought about it until he pointed it out and he was right, it was kind of embarrassing. After a few more giggles from both of you because of the whole situation, you found yourselves walking towards the entrance while holding hands. It was weird, you knew that for most people, having that kind of discussion could've ended in so much pain, and even a breakup, but you weren’t like most people. Chan meant the world to you and you were the love of his life, which meant that he would not back down and he would not let anyone hurt you, even if that someone was you.

You were already walking down the street when you suddenly remembered something.

“Baby?” He looked at you with a sweet simile. “You don’t know how to cook”.

“Well, maybe by ‘cooking something for you’ I meant supervising the people who will actually cook for you”.

“Channie!” You whined, a little worried that his friends will get tired and refuse to keep cooking for you one of these days.

“It’s alright! Felix loves cooking for you! And Lino loves having you around, why would he refuse?” And there they were, the beautiful dimples you’ve been missing for so long. 

You stared at his face for a few moments and before he could ask why had you stopped walking, you planted a quick kiss on his right dimple, followed by a sweet peck on his lips.

You laughed at the flustered boy standing in front of you, your smile only getting wider as you felt him holding you by your waist and pulling you closer so he could hide his already red face in the curve of your neck.

“I love you _____“ He murmured, sending shivers down your spine and making you feel butterflies in your chest.

“And I love you, my angel“

“Hey! That’s my nickname for you“ He pouted.

“I know baby, but you truly are an angel to me“ “Stopthisatonceifyoudon’twantmetokissyoualloveryourbeautifulfaceohmygodIloveyoumuch“ You giggled again, barely being able to listen to his muffled words since his face had already found its way back to your neck.

“Channie… I’m sorry for starting that silly fight…”

“Hey, stop it! You had all the right to be mad! And it wasn’t a ‘silly fight‘. Actually, I’m kind of grateful that it happened, since it made me know how you were feeling”.

You were about to complain, but before you could, he planted a quick kiss on your hand and dragged you towards his body, making you get back to the pathway. “Let’s go angel! The faster we get there, the faster I will be able to start begging Minho to cook something for us”.

Hi! I’m sorry if this is too bad, this is my first time writing a short fic and it’s also the first time I write something this long only in english. If there are any grammar mistakes that you can find, feel free to send me a DM and correct me (:

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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 | 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Summary: 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 found love during his teen years and ended up married to his high school sweetheart. However, he hadn't been prepared for the effects caused on him by a younger Agent and coworker.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Original Female Character

Warnings: Mentions of/implied attemped rape, sexual scenes, adult language, angst, boss/employee relationship, cheating, age difference and  canon-typical violence.

A/N: Before we start I just wanted to warn you that English is not my first language so you might see some grammar and spelling errors, if you spot any just let me know please. I hope you can bear with me! This story in also available on Wattpad 

“You made a really deep cut and baby, now we’ve got bad blood…” — Taylor Swift

Rays of a morning sun shine through the many windows, bringing a needy warmth to the cold bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. As soon as one enters the room, the bitter but invitingly warm scent of black coffee would invade their nostrils; a much needed drink to endure the consuming aspects of working for the FBI. Hushed footsteps, discussions of rapports, chairs moving around and whispers of good mornings are the prominent sounds filling the environment. 

At the center of the room, three distinct agents are discussing among themselves about gossips of the office. A strong, shaved headed man, with dark skin and a smirk plastered on his face. By his side, half sitting on his desk is a woman with fluffy bright blonde hair, thick black glasses supported by her delicate nose and wearing colorful clothes, making her stick out in an ocean of grey suits and blazers. Standing in front of them is a raven-headed woman, with pale skin and dressing a dark outfit like no one else could do. 

While grabbing his mug and sipping his morning coffee, the man looks at his wristwatch, slightly shaking his head in a mocking disapproval and declares, “It’s officially five minutes since our work time started and Agent Davis hasn’t arrived,” he flashes a smirk to the black headed female who had being part of the team for barely a month and continues, “I hope you’re ready to witness your first breakfast time quarrel between the bossman and Amy.” 

Emily, the sophisticated gothic woman, stares confusedly at her teammate and says, “Okay, I’m gonna take the bait. What are you talking about, Morgan?” 

He flashes a mischievous smile, “Do you want to explain it to the newbie, baby girl?” Morgan asks the blonde and eager female to tell the new girl about the most volatile - and funny to watch - dynamic of the team. “I’m pretty sure you’ve already noted that my lovely girl Amelia Davis and our stiff yet good-looking Superior don’t tolerate each other,” Penelope happily blabbers. “Since today is Monday and Amy loooves partying hard on the weekends, she’s already late. Something that displeases the bossman who is constantly waiting to scold Amy because of her little mistakes.” 

“That is intriguing. Are you sure it isn’t all about sexual tension? That would explain their behavior.” Agent Emily Prentiss questions inducing a gasp from Penelope and a laugh from Derek. 

“We’ve all considered it at some point,” the man affirms. “Just don’t say that to Davis or she will lecture you about how terrible it is that two people of the opposite sex aren’t allowed to sincerely and deeply hate one another,” he concludes and looks in the direction of his Superior individual office through the open blinds. “Hotch seems to be especially annoyed today so I bet he won’t even wait for Davis to reach her table before he calls her attention.” Morgan deduces and the elevator cheeps in sync announcing new arrivals, making the three agents stare in its direction. They see a couple of interns hurrying to the coffee marker and the next person to come out is the disheveled figure of Agent Davis. Her crystal blue eyes are hidden by black sunglasses, the woman’s usually perfect long brunette hair is currently disheveled, her button up white shirt is supporting some wrinkles while her dark grey blazer is in her left hand along with her bag. She connects the fingers of her right hand with her temple massaging it in a foolish attempt to ease the headache obviously caused by a hangover. 

Amelia tries to walk discreetly in the direction of her desk, hoping she would pass unnoticed by her boss, but she isn’t successful. Seeing her state, Derek whistles and loudly states, “I think someone had a wild night,” he laughs with Prentiss and Penelope. His booming voice affects the balance of Davis, making her stumble over her own feet and before she gets a hold of her chair and tells the man to be quiet, the harsh sound of a door opening echoes through the entire space of the bullpen. 

“Agent Davis. My office. Now,” the chief unit’s demand rings like thunder, giving chills to the ones around.  

“Fuck,” Amy murmurs while taking off her sunglasses  and dropping her belongings on her desk. 

The brunette drags her legs, taking her time along the short way to her boss’s office. 

Amelia feels like she’s in high school and the principal is calling to lecture her, but that’s something she never experienced during her school years since her teachers adored her effort to have the best grades and eagerness to learn. Besides, she could always blast a polite amiable smile to make people bend at her will. It came easily to Amy, being friendly and kind towards others, virtues that paid off and made everyone like her. Well, everyone but him. 

The door to the room is already opened and to Amy, it resembles the entrance of a

scary and dark cave. After she’s inside, she makes sure to close it to shield herself from the curious ears of her coworkers. She goes straight to one of the chairs across from the stoic man, a journey she’s so used to, considering that Hotchner’s constantly expressing his discontent with her whether it was about being a few minutes late, or about a typo in a rapport, or even choosing to use a grey folder instead of the yellow ones. Everything would lead to criticism and by now she would just take it with humor. She mumbles a good morning but Aaron simply ignores it.

“Tell me, Agent, what’s your excuse for today? Two weeks ago there was something wrong with your car, four weeks ago it was a problem with shower. I can’t wait to hear about another one of your misfortunes,” there’s venom watering each word, his eyes colder than a winter day and his entire posture screams irritation.  

Amy thinks how he’s ever so ridge when she’s around. Every time she enters the same room as him, the jet black haired man would instantly go ridge like her mere presence was a heinous crime. She’s used to it and more than happy to demonstrate that she is also offended by his existence.  

“Would you believe me if I told you that my nanny died?” Davis playfully replies and grins, which boils Aaron’s anger further. 

“Do you think this is some sort of joke?” he snaps, standing from his chair and positioning his hands on the desk that separated them. “I can’t have people in this unit that don’t take their job seriously and I don’t have time to endure irresponsibility and lack of respect.” 

I bet you would have a lot of free time if you just left me the fuck alone, dude - Amelia thinks while maintaining eye contact with the man. 

“One more day of tardiness and you will have to suffer consequences. Is that clear enough for you, agent?” he fumes. 

She bites her lips and swallows a bitter response. Not afraid of the outcome, just too tired to deal with her boss’s intensity so early in the day. “Yes, boss.”

“You can leave now,” he grunts and sits back in his chair. Starting to reach for one of the files on his desk; at the same time, Amelia makes a quick way out of the room. Once she gets to her chair, she releases a loud sigh, longing for the day to be over already. 

“That seemed intense.” Emily comments. She and Morgan are in their respectives chairs and Penelope has made her way to her own office - after the end of the show, of course.  

“You have no idea,” Amy answers while starting her work. 

 “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened between the two of you?” Prentiss carefully asks, genuinely curious.

“He’s the one who decided to hate me since my first day, I’m just returning the sentiment,” Davis explains, unbothered by the question, being a curious person herself she knows how it is once interest sparks. That’s when Dr. Reid and Agent Jareau arrive, talking to themselves. Spencer is carrying a notebook with a sketch of a boy’s face in it, moving around the room frantically and picking a telephone. 

“What’s wrong?” Amelia worriedly questions. 

“Need to get that to everyone as soon as possible,” Reid hurriedly explains while making a call. “Detective Barnes, this is Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico,” he clarifies to the person on the other side of the phone and continues rapidly, “Have you had recent murders involving prostitutes? They would’ve been stabbed to death and their hair would’ve been cut off by the killer,” that causes the other Agents to exchange confused glances, intrigued by the sudden event. 

“When was the last recent victim?” the Doctor inquires to the Detective on the line. 

Seems like we have a case, Amy processes. 

[skycollides]

Hi there! This is a kind of personal request, feel free to ignore. There are a LOT of posts around about the guys with pregnant partners and babies - family is huge to the clubs. How would the guys handle finding out that their girl can’t have babies? Either they’ve been trying and find out she’s sterile or maybe something happens and she has to have a hysterectomy?

-from a former uterus haver

Hey there! thanks for the request. I hope you like it.

Infertlility

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Warning: mentions of infertility

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Coco

- You found out that you can’t have children before you met Coco

You told him not too long after you’ve exchanged the first I love you’s.

You were crying when you told him.

His heart was breaking for you

Coco on the other hand is completely fine with it since he has already children and never took it in consideration too scared to fuck up another child of his own.

Since you both live together and Letty moved in it becomes easier for you to deal with it.

You help Coco with ‚,raising‘’ Letty and after a while she sees you as her mom and also calls you that.

You may can’t have a biological child but you have in Letty a daughter of your own.

Angel

Angel is shocked about the fact that you can’t have children.

He never thought about having a family but then he met you.

He always thought you and him would have a large family.

You offered him to leave so he can find a woman who can give him the family he wanted so bad

He told you that this wasn’t an option for him.

’’You’re the love of my life Y/n. There is no way I’m leaving or letting you leave.’’

He loves you no matter what you can see that now.

’’We still can foster kids or adopt Y/n’’ he told you and you were happy Angel took it in consideration.

Ez

Ez and you have been trying ti get pregnant ever since you’ve got married.

Every test you took came out negative so you and Ez decided to see a doctor and get checked if there is something wrong with one of you.

This was the case.

There was nothing wrong with Ez but with you.

You were a mess after the doctor dropped the news on you.

So was Ez but he didn’t show it trying to be strong for you

Ez was there through it all so were the other 2 Reyes men.

The both of you were on the same page - you both still want children 

So you and Ez sat down and talked and decided that adoption or fostering would be an option

When you told Angel and Felipe they were really supportive