#MY RELATIONSHIP WAS FALLING APART OF COURSE I WOULD TEXT AND CALL YOU MANY TIMES

[but-how-do-you-drive]

you ever sit and cry because you realize that someone who told you they loved you made you feel like you were Too Much constantly and somehow you blamed it on yourself for literally just showing you loved them and cared about them

[luvsickhanji]

if han jisung were your boyfriend - hc

note: this is just a small headcanon of how i imagine han jisung as a boyfriend, it's my first post, so i would appreciate your thoughts and feedback!

genre: smut, kinda fluffy

warnings: mentions of: oral receiving (f), pet names, creampie, switch!jisung and maybe a perv!jisung if you squint... f!reader

wc: 659

clique aqui para a versão em português

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first of all, you guys met at a coffee shop, or maybe you were childhood friends who ended up falling in love at one point in your life

you started dating after many attempts at a perfect date - jisung seems like the type of person who tries his best to do his best, and for him, your relationship wasn't any different. you went to the movies, went out to dinner, went to a park amusement, but at the end, you both were too shy to say "i like you" to each other and ended up waiting for the other to say it first

but he asked you to be his girlfriend when you least expected it. nothing cheesy or lame, he just blurted out "hey, do you wanna date me?". you just knew that he was calculating the words on his mind, but he unconsciously chose the simplest.

(and this is your side of the story, things you superficially knew)

because he was obsessed with you all this time, since when he heard the barista call a oat milk latte and your name at that coffee shop. he shyly walked up to you to ask for your name and number. he asked about you, and spoke charming pick-up lines:

"hey, i saw you from afar and i couldn't take my eyes off you… you echo like a sports car in an empty tunnel, what's your name?"

since then, he couldn't stop stalking you on social media and hoping for you to respond to his messages asap

he thought you were really hot, and the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to be able to touch you. he felt like you had a reciprocal feeling, but he was afraid he was wrong about it. and that's why he waited until the 5th date to kiss you and ask you to be your boyfriend.

and it was that night that you took him to your apartment, and you had sex until the sun came up… and this started to be a custom in your relationship

when you and jisung have sex, it’s always all night. maybe it's the inconsolable longing he feels for your body, or it's your desire to have him inside you. the reason didn't matter after all, you guys were too addicted to each other to wonder why.

and your connection is so perfect, that whenever one of you comes up with a new idea, the other agrees immediately.

in my opinion jisung is fascinated by four things: cowgirl and your boobs, hips and thighs. he loves cowgirl because he loves worshiping you (and your breasts), when it's you in control, this man gets crazy, he gets loud and he gets out of orbit. and that's why most of the time he prefers to be on top, (he doesn't want to end it in less than 2 minutes).

"hey baby, let's try this position?"

"of course, hannie"

"ji, can i tie you up and try this?"

"absolutely baby, as long as i can touch you later" (he loves touching you, especially using his fingers)

when you guys don't see each other during the week, you text A LOT. every minute you're writing to each other, and it's no surprise that you have a dirty talk saying how much you miss each other and how you wish you were fucking right now. what a dirty mouth (fingers?) he has...

he is a praise guy. he loves giving you compliments and he also loves receiving them.. calling you princess, kitty, baby, honey, sweetheart... all of that pet names. he just in love for the girl that you are.

and to finish this quick introductory thought, jisung is the type of guy who loves giving oral, he loves eating pussy, your pussy (and he's the best doing it). plus you two came to a consensus that you both love creampie. nutting in you ends the night perfectly.

[strwbrryeyes]

☼ intro (end of the world) ☼ (kageyama tobio x reader)

⟡ cw: she/her pronouns used but not much, lmk if i miss anything else

⟡ a/n: i have been wanting to write for this album since the day it came out so im gonna do little drabbles for the songs as a way to make up for my lack of writings/requests that i actually need to upload so i hope you all enjoy it :3

⟡ eternal sunshine masterlist

You had been dating Kageyama Tobio for a little over a year at this point. Everything was always moving so fast…for him. While Kageyama was constantly playing volleyball and traveling the country for official matches, you were in college working towards your dream career.

Although you and kageyama have made so many efforts to keep in contact regularly by video calling and texting constantly or even travelling to see each other when possible, it has been difficult to come to terms with the fact that you do not spend as much time as you want to with each other. It has gotten to the point where you don’t know if keeping this relationship going is even worth it anymore. Both you and Kageyama want to get through it, you have had countless talks about wanting it to work out and you both always come to the agreement that neither of you wouldn’t trade anything for the world.

You think you’re meant for each other but you keep thinking to yourself ‘why dont i know that he is the one for me? Why do I only think it?’ but of course, you shake it off and continue on with the relationship. Even with all of these thoughts of figuring out if you are supposed to be with him for life or not, there are moments where the tough times make the good times worth it…and that is what keeps the both of you going. One of those moments was on your birthday a few weeks ago when Kageyama decided to surprise you with a visit.

☼ ⋆。𖦹˚⋆

After a long day of classes and your job at a doggy daycare, all you wanted to do was lay down in your bed with some comfy pajamas, eating chips without regard for the crumbs that would land on your bed sheets all while watching your favorite reality show. It was a pretty solid plan but it all went down the drain the minute you stepped foot into the hallway that had your apartment and saw that your door was opened. Your whole body filled with dread as you walked closer, worried that you had just been robbed but as you got closer you saw a small trail of silver confetti leading you through the doorway and as soon as you stepped foot infront of the entrance of your apartment, you stopped all of you belonging onto the ground and ran to the one thing that could be better than a lazy night. Your boyfriend.

“Tobio! What are you doing here?” you ask Kageyama as you jump into his arms while you become a giggling mess (who is also crying).

“I couldn’t have my angel be all alone on her birthday!” Kageyama chuckles as he embraces you in his arms but is quickly confused when you fall silent right after he finishes speaking. “[name]? You good there?” he questions you as he puts you down to be greeted with the blank expression on your face.

“My birthday..?” cocking your head to the side, you look behind Kageyama to see decorations all over your living area, eyes landing on the big ‘happy birthday’ sign. You had completely forgotten today was your birthday. 

“Babe, don’t tell me you forgot your birthday?” Kageyama laughs out before pulling you in for another hug “and you say i’m the dense one.” he flicks your forehead before kissing it and all you can do is laugh along with him.

The rest of the night was pure bliss as you layed in bed with your loved one, eating your favorite type of sweet from your favortie bakery down the stree, while watching your reality tv show.

☼ ⋆。𖦹˚⋆

Thinking about this small but memorable event, you can’t help but smile as it helps you become certain that you and Kageyama are meant to be. You now knew that Kageyama Tobio would be the first and last person you run to if the world were to ever end and honestly, as your pulled out of your thoughts by your ringing phone that is signaling you that your boyfriend is calling you, you wouldn’t have it any other day.

[mando-fando]

The Other Man

Okay, here's my FIRST FIC in ages. I wrote it in a very specific style bc of the ~vibe~

Hope you like it!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Wife!Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, established relationship, (idk if there's more pls tell me?)

The love story of Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara

OR

You’re Gabriella’s mother and Miguel’s wife. A few weeks ago, things were a little off with your husband; you wrote it off until now…

Your heart pounded in your chest as you set a timer on your phone and waited. You thought of your darling daughter, and her bubbly, beautiful personality. You thought of your family, and how arguably perfect your life was thanks to your husband’s dedication and tenacity. 

You were panicking, on the verge of tears as the timer silently counted down on your phone screen. You thought of your husband. Your real husband. 

13yearsago

Miguel was the first person you’d met at your college orientation. A tall lanky kid who stepped onto the campus tour bus at the last minute and had nowhere to sit but next to you. You felt yourself fall for him instantly when his eyes met your own. 

You both chatted awkwardly like teenagers do; you mentioned your majors (he was genetics and you were communications), you talked about your high schools, your friends, and anything else your distracted minds could come up with. 

You mentioned that science wasn’t your strong suit, and Miguel suggested taking a science class together so he could be your lab partner. You settled on chemistry, and looked forward to starting classes in the fall. 

You exchanged numbers and texted through the rest of the summer. By the time the semester started, you were attached at the hip. 

The week that you moved into the dorms, he brought you a bouquet of carnations (you were allergic to roses) and asked you to be his girlfriend right in front of everyone. You said yes with bright pink cheeks. 

That night, when all the new freshmen were out enjoying welcoming activities, you and Miguel lost your virginities to each other with soft music playing in the background. You’d heard from your friends that the first time was awful, but you two were slow with each other. You knew you’d chosen the right guy, and you couldn’t imagine sharing the experience with anyone else.

It rained on the first day of classes. Torrential downpour, and you walked into the library together soaked and giggling to take a picture in front of your school’s “Welcome Freshmen!” backdrop. 

That photo was framed and hanging above your bed like many others you’d taken over the years. 

The chemistry class was hard. Your hardest class by far, but Miguel was there with you every week. He came over to your dorm after the lab to explain everything in detail as many times as you needed. He’d stay late and you’d share cheap pizza and watch movies. 

Your friends started calling you Mrs. O’Hara long before you were actually married. You two were the one constant couple among them. You and Miguel would go for ice cream with them after every fresh heartbreak. You reminded them that love exists because you two had it. They’d always lick their wounds and get back out there, thanking you both for your encouragement. 

When sophomore year rolled around, your parents offered to rent you an apartment. You begged for them to let Miguel live with you (they loved him of course), and, to your surprise, they said yes.

In between classes, you and Miguel lived in domestic bliss. You had no idea that building furniture, grocery shopping late at night, and decorating could be so fun. He made it so much more enjoyable. 

You learned so much about him, sometimes swearing that you knew him better than you knew yourself. You loved how his brow twitched in his sleep, and you loved how he was considerate enough to cover your face with the blanket before he turned on the bedroom light. He made your heart melt every single day, and you couldn’t imagine loving someone more. 

You stayed up late on Sundays with him and proofread his papers. He was brilliant, but he couldn’t string together a sentence on paper to save his life. 

“Do you even know what a comma is!?” You’d asked as you aggressively hit the backspace button on his laptop. 

“Do you know what an autosome is?” He replied in a sarcastic voice, ruffling your hair. (he always ruffled your hair.) 

You rolled your eyes and finished proofreading his paper. After he submitted it, he closed both of your laptops and bent you over the table. Your pajama pants were around your ankles as you moaned into the cheap veneer. 

Miguel fucked you on every surface in that apartment: the shower, bent over the counters and the table, against the wall, on the floor. It was your space together, and he was ready to claim the 600 sqft and your body for himself. 

God, you missed that apartment. 

A year later, you took your first vacation alone together to Mexico. You’d never been, but he’d gone a few times when he was younger. You felt secure with him as he easily switched between English and Spanish, and you listened intently as he showed you the places that he remembered visiting years prior. 

You walked along the beach, hand in hand watching the sunset. He was explaining something about the tides, and you smiled wide at him and then looked at the pinky-purple sky. 

When you looked back, he was on one knee with a ring box. You swear your heart stopped for a moment. 

“Yes! Are you kidding me!? Yes!” you nearly screeched at the top of your lungs. He swung you around and dipped you into a kiss. It felt like a scene from a movie. (The only thing he hadn’t thought of was a photographer, but some passersby took a few candid photos and sent them to you.) 

A year later, you graduated in May and had your wedding in June. The wedding felt like something out of a fairytale. 

Your mother had been insistent on every last detail being perfect, and you were so grateful for her meticulousness as you walked down the aisle. The sun was beginning to set as you said your vows, and you nearly died of embarrassment when he tore your garter off with his teeth in front of everyone. 

Now, Miguel was your husband.

Your husband whose eyes were brimming with tears as you walked down the aisle.

Your husband who hugged your parents as if they were his own. 

Your husband who looked at you as if you hung the moon. 

Your husband.

A few months later, you started your first job and Miguel started grad school. 

You’d come home in your blazers and slacks and heels, and he’d give you a particular look. 

“What are you looking at?” You asked one day while making dinner. 

“Nothing, I just think it’s hot that I’m married to a sexy businesswoman,” he grinned. 

He especially loved when you wore tights and that little black dress. (He usually tore them off of you when you got home and promised to buy you new ones.) 

Six months into your new job, you called in sick. 

“Are you alright?” he sat on your side of the bed and pet your hair gently. 

“I just feel so nauseous. It must be something I ate. Do you feel nauseous?” 

He shook his head. “Do you want me to get you anything? I could stay home from classes to take care of you.” 

“No, school is first. I’ll be okay.” you squeezed his hand. 

He kissed you on the forehead and left you a glass of water on your nightstand. 

After throwing up the contents of your stomach twice over, a thought crossed your mind. 

You ran to the store and picked up two pregnancy tests. 

You practically ripped them out of their boxes in your bathroom. 

You sat and waited, worrying about what your husband would say. 

In both of your minds, kids were still years away. 

The pink plus signs on both tests brought you to the harsh reality that those plans were no longer relevant. 

Your mind flooded with worry. You were a newbie at your job, you hadn’t even been married for a year, Miguel had so much school left. 

You spent the afternoon drowning in your anxiety. 

“Amor, I brought you that soup that you like.” Miguel called from the living room. He found you in your bedroom with a tear-stained, puffy face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

You turned around and showed him the tests. “What are we going to do?!” you cried. You searched his face, waiting to see his brow crease with worry just like yours. 

Instead, he beamed. His face lit up brighter than the sun, and you felt every awful scenario that you’d tortured yourself with melt away at his excitement. He hugged you without saying a word, one of his amazing bear hugs that he knew always made you feel better. You petted his hair, and you knew everything was going to be just fine. 

He pulled back from you and you saw tears sliding down his face. “This is amazing,” he whispered. 

You kissed his cheek and hugged him again. 

“Yeah, it really is, huh?” you whispered back. 

There was no better word for your pregnancy than miserable. Your morning sickness lasted longer than the first trimester, and despite being young, you experienced health issue after health issue. 

You were bedridden for the last few months of pregnancy, but your husband made it all better. 

Your husband who somehow had boundless energy when you had none. Your husband who nearly tripled his class load to graduate early. 

Your husband who held your hair back as you emptied the breakfast he made you into the toilet. 

Your husband who put on over 100 pounds of muscle so he could ‘be strong enough for the baby.’ 

Your husband whom you somehow fell even more in love with, which you didn’t even think was possible. 

He received his master’s degree in May. You felt enormous, but you begged him to let you take him out to celebrate. 

Your water broke in the restaurant. 

He rushed you out, you’re not even sure if you paid for the food. He drove you to the hospital as you squeezed his hand with all your might and swore at him. 

After making it to the hospital in record time, your doctors looked at you sympathetically. 

Of course, after an extremely rough pregnancy, you were going to have a rough delivery too. 

Hours and hours of labor and deliberating. Hours of worry and discontentment. Hours of pain and exhaustion. 

Everyone eventually decided that a c-section was the way to go. You stared up at the ceiling as your body was being sliced and poked and prodded, and your husband held your hand and gave you words of encouragement. 

A loud cry broke through your anxious thoughts. The entire world stopped.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara, it’s a girl; 10 fingers and 10 toes and a great head of hair!” the doctor plopped her on your chest. 

In that moment, you three were the only ones in the entire universe. Your baby, your husband, and you. Nothing had ever been more perfect. 

Hours later, after you’d gotten some much needed rest and food, you both gazed down at her sleeping face. “We never even had time to talk about names,” Miguel whispered. He ran a gentle finger over her tiny little hand. Your heart swelled for him even more. 

“I was thinking…” you started, “Maybe we could name her Gabriella, after your brother?” 

You heard him gasp quietly. You began to open your mouth to suggest something else. “It’s perfect. She looks like a Gabriella, don’t you think?” he never took his eyes off of her. 

“She looks like an O’Hara,” you chuckled. “Of course, she lived in my body for 9 months and came out looking like you.” 

Despite all the trouble she gave you during your pregnancy, Gabriella was such an easy baby. She slept through the night, she was easy to feed, and she was always content to sit with you. 

Those first few weeks of parenthood were surreal. You and Miguel would simply stare at her for hours, unsure how you made such a precious, perfect thing. She mesmerized the both of you. 

One evening, you were making dinner while Miguel fed her. His phone rang, and you overheard him in the living room. 

“Yes, I’d be happy to accept the offer! You have no idea what this means for my family, thank you so much.” 

He’d gotten a job at Alchemax. A fancy, well-paying job in his field. 

“You know, I’ll be making enough that you can stay home with Gabi if you want,” he said after you’d put her to bed. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with that? I can go back to work when my maternity leave is up - my parents offered to watch her during the day.” 

He pulled you close, “I want you to get to spend time with our daughter. I want you to raise her, no offense to your parents.” 

And so you did. 

The time flew by. You two bought a house close to your parents, he bought you a new car for your birthday, and all of the sudden, your daughter was turning one. 

Your house was filled with friends from college (many now with their own spouses), relatives, and friends from Miguel’s new job and your old one. 

You all watched as Gabriella smashed a white cupcake straight into her thick black hair. You and your husband sat together with your bubbly baby girl and opened present after present, making a mess of the wrapping paper. 

Suddenly, time was moving even faster. Preschool, kindergarten, soccer practice, family vacations. Miguel had the biggest soft spot for your daughter. 

Watching him be a parent made your heart grow ten times bigger. He woke up before the sun rose every day so he could be home to put her to bed every night. 

He read to her, he answered every question she had and never discounted her curiosity. 

He made it to every practice and soccer game, and took the whole team out for ice cream periodically. 

He let you sleep in late on Sundays and made pancakes and coffee. 

He was perfect. There was no other way to describe it. 

Suddenly, your daughter was 8 years old. She was constantly outgrowing her clothes, reading voraciously, and performing well in school. Her teachers and coaches praised your parenting to no end. You and Miguel smiled, “She’s just the most amazing kid.” 

You felt on top of the moon. You couldn’t believe that you’d stressed so much all those years ago in that little apartment when you’d seen the positive pregnancy test. 

Everything seemed right with the world. At least until a few weeks ago. 

Your husband wasn’t home yet. You checked your phone incessantly, but you never received a call or text.  

You got through bedtime with your daughter. She asked  three different times where her father was. 

After she was sound asleep, you began to get worried. You called his phone again and he didn’t answer. 

A sickly feeling bubbled in your gut. Not the churning anxiety that you’d felt so many times before, this was different. This felt like intuition. Something was terribly wrong. 

You texted everyone you knew asking if they had heard from him. You called the businesses that you thought he could be at. No one. It was like he had fallen off the face of the Earth. 

Just after 2am, you considered calling the police. As you began to dial, you heard a key turn in the lock. 

He walked in looking disheveled. You ran over to him and jumped into his arms. 

“I was so worried! Where were you!?” you squeezed him tight around his neck. 

“I’m sorry, we got caught up in a chem testing sequence. I’m not supposed to tell anyone about the project, so that’s why they said I wasn’t there.” He kissed your cheek and squeezed you. 

“You smell weird,” you said. He had such a distinct smell, a combination of the laundry detergent you used, his cologne, and his deodorant. He smelled all wrong for some reason. 

He looked you in the eyes and smiled. You’d never noticed how his smile was just the slightest bit crooked. 

“Let’s take a shower, amor.” He set you back on your feet. “I want to go take a peek at Gabriella, though. I’ll meet you in the bathroom,” he kissed you on the forehead and made his way to her room. 

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was off about your husband that evening. At first, you blamed his late night. He claimed that his workload in the lab was increasing, but something still didn’t sit quite right with you. 

You’d stare at him out of the corner of your eye, not sure what you were hoping to see. 

He’d found a new interest in your sex life, as well. He pawed at you in your sleep and pressed your cheek up against the shower door late at night. He seemed like he was learning your body all over again. 

In some ways, he was the man you married. He still threw himself into parenting your daughter. He still made it to every soccer practice and game, still read to her every night. 

But you knew something was wrong. 

Your best guess was that he was cheating, but it seemed so out of character for him. Still, you had nothing else. 

He came home late again and found you sitting in the bedroom with your bedside lamp on. “You’re still up?” he asked. 

“What the hell is going on with you?” You demanded.

His brows knitted together in a confused look, “What do you mean?” 

“Are you cheating on me, Miguel?” 

“Amor, I would ne-”

“Then what is it?” Your voice was low with suspicion. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He sat next to you and leaned in close. 

“I don’t know what it is, Miguel. But something’s not right. I know you, and I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” You flipped the light off and pulled the covers up. 

“I love you, honey. Nothing’s wrong, I promise,” he said in the darkness. 

“Whatever, Miguel. I’m going to sleep,” you turned away from him and shut your eyes. 

The timer on your phone went off. 

You thought again about your husband. 

Your husband who brought you roses yesterday. 

Your husband who couldn’t remember what size jersey your daughter wears. 

Your husband who’d had a vasectomy 5 years ago. 

You stared at the positive pregnancy test and sobbed. 

[radioisntdead]

Nothing's new

Velvette x reader

Warnings: I don't know what this is, but the reader's heels are broken!

Song used

You never thought you'd end up in hell with your girlfriend, you never thought you'd be dragged along for the ride as she climbed the ranks, and you certainly didn't think that she'd leave you like this, stranded outside a club in the acidic rain, broken heels in hand, and phone nearly dead, after what you could only describe as the worst argument you'd ever had.

I wanna be touched, be loved

You should've seen this coming, there were signs, there were signs right? you had rose tinted glasses on? Or was there truly no warning? The two of you had spats before but nothing like this.

I wanna heal, be hugged

You walked down the hellish streets, looking at your relationship over and over again in your brain, painstakingly combing over them looking for anything you could've missed.

It's just the two of us, or that's what we swore

You and Velvette were together for....

honestly you lost track of how many years, you were together the day the two of you died in a texting and driving accident, the two of you died rather young, only in your twenties, and the two of you were together throughout your entire hellish stay.

You could still remember her hand holding yours as she dragged you though the pride ring, assuring you that it'd be alright as the two of you tried to figure out what to do now.

And if I've lost my charm, apologies due, no harm

And now she tossed you out like a toy that she didn't want it anymore.

You tried calling her, hoping that she'd answer, that maybe things could still be fixed, that maybe she'd regret her decision and come back for you.

That at the end of all this you'd be curled up together in bed, warm, dry and not at risk from whatever acidic rain does to you.

'Cause you've got a hold of my heart and I know it's worn

She doesn't pick up, no matter how many times the phone rings.

Deep down you know that everything has ran it's course, it's over.

So, won't you please spare me indignity?

You let out a bitter laugh as your phone turns off mid dial, the last thing you see from it is Velvette's contact picture.

And won't you please give me some decency?

The day started off like usual, Velvette's ungodly alarm went off, dragging you away from sleep like how a mother cat yoinks her kitten away, and untangled yourself from Velvette.

And won't you please call it if our time is through?

You made two cups of coffee for the two of you, [and left some for the other two Vees if they wanted a cup, you hoped Valentino burned himself.]

Paired with a breakfast that'd give the two of you energy throughout the day, the two of you talked about the days plans as you did your morning routines then separated for the work day.

'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new

The two of you made plans that night to go check out a new club that opened up recently, and so you picked out your best outfit for the occasion along with your favorite heels, the exact ones that were now broken in your hand.

'Cause if we are near to through,

Nothing's new

Then when the two of you went to the damned thing your girlfriend was in awe because of the singer on the stage singing Bon Jovi songs, the performer even put their hand under her chin in a rather intimate style, and of course you got a little jealous.

I want to be close to you, but I don't know what to do

Honestly it was nothing new, she'd glance at other people, as would you.

It would lead to bickering, and the bickering would lead to unholy shenanigans that the writer of this fanfic does not want to go into detail on or when they got more hostile then the two of you liked, the two of you would separate for maybe a day or two, you had a separate apartment to go whenever these happened.

But this time, you guess it just hit a sore spot or maybe things had finally hit the limit.

Maybe it was inevitable that something like this would happen, maybe it was only a matter of time before this love of yours failed.

'Cause if we are near to through

You remember how everything started with Velvette, she was a fashion major and you were studying something else, the two of you met at some college party, you got her number and the two of you went on a couple of dates.

It may make it worse, and if I start to grieve

From movie theater date nights followed by a nice dinner to just simply joining the other two run errands, Oh how you missed those days when it was much simpler.

'Cause it feels you're 'bout to leave

You sighed as you got to the argument apartment, you slid the key into the door and opened it into the empty apartment, it was decent, much more dialed back then the room you shared in the vees tower, the walls were painted pale pink, white couches, and a matching pink rug covered the hard wood floor.

Forgive me, I'm not naïve, I've been here before

You made a beeline to the shower discarding your ruined clothes, and hopping straight into the warm shower, letting the water clean off the acidic rain.

So, won't you please spare me indignity?, and won't you please give me some decency?

Maybe it was for the better that it seemed the relationship was coming to an end, the two of you weren't good for each other, not anymore.

And won't you please call it if our time is through? 'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new

You made up your mind up that once you charged up your phone, you'd officially end things with Velvette, hoping that maybe things would end smoothly.

Nothing's new, nothing's new, nothing's new

Unfortunately though, when you got out of that shower, Velvette was waiting for you, holding your dead phone in hand.

Nothing's new,

Like a child coming back for her toy.

nothing's new, Nothing's new, nothing's new,

Nothing's new, nothing's new, Nothing's new, nothing's new, Nothing's new, nothing's new

And that would be birth of a cycle of shitty behaviors from both parties, harsher fights that were publicized, messy break ups that left you swearing that that'd be the end, only to end up back in her bed two days later.

Nothing's new

Dark lipstick stains left on your skin and bleeding marks left on hers.

Please spare me indignity, and won't you please give me some decency?

With every time you came back to her you swore it'd be the last, but like any other addiction it was hard to stop, and eventually you would.

And won't you please call it if our time is through?

After getting ditched in the rain a couple times too many, and thrown aside for something more shiny and new.

'Cause I know that we fall apart when nothing's new

But for now you'd be by her side, drenched like a wet puppy dog, with your phone dead, heels broken and wrapped within her arms.

Nothing's new

GOOD EVENING FOLKS I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WROTE I was going to a thing then I got ideas that will be chopped up and given to other fics, editing will be my downfall.

Anywho thank you for tuning in! Goodnight folks!

[luvyeni]

DLMLU; LEE FELIX

pairings. toxic!felix x lovesick!reader

wc. 821

warnings. gaslighting, cheating, mentions of sex, THIS IS FICTION PLEASE RUNAWAY IF SOMEONE TREATS YOU LIKE THIS

authors note. based on the song dlmlu by stray kids, i've been thinking about making something since it came out. THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS 🎉! i can't believe i gained so many in such a short time, thank you for reading my works <3!

with that gaze of yours, full of hurt

"you're home?" you sat on the couch in the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend, who was currently walking through the door, looking like he clearly out doing the same thing he always did, this time he barely hid it. "you smell like whoever she is this time."

he sighed, tossing his keys to the side, rubbing his temples. "don't start this okay, you don't know what you're talking about."

you stood up, scoffing. "really, do you normally go out smelling like— what is it this time? cherries and vanilla." your voice cracking as you began to tear up.

"you, promised."

"i'm sorry." you laughed, that's you could do, it was comical really. "sorry, you're sorry, if you were sorry you'd fucking stop, you wouldn't leave me here for days on days without a call or text." you yelled.

"you're making this a big deal, she didn't mean anything." he yelled back, tugging at his hair in frustration. "please just listen."

"you said it didn't mean anything the last time, or the last time or the fucking time before that, how many times is it not gonna mean anything felix, how many!"

he saw the hurt in your eyes.

please, run away before i end up breaking you

he knew you were right, he was wrong to keep doing this to you , hurting you like this.

you and felix met when you both moved to korea years ago, you both were new to the country, so you had a lot in common, so you relied on each other, being away from your familes you leaned on each other for everything.

your friendship quickly turned into a full blown relationship, and next thing you know you two are in love and moving in with each other.

you two lived happily , you going to school and him recording music with a few other people he met here in korea, that's when it all went to shit, when his band began to get known in the under ground scene...

the different girls that would throw themselves at him, at first he rejected them, he had you, he didn't need anyone else. but good one night, and a few drinks later, he was crawling out of some girls bed, ready to beg for forgiveness.

you forgave him, heartbroken but you still took him back, and he promised not to do it again.

then came another, and another and another, and you took him back each and everytime, and felix realized something— there was reason why you kept taking him back.

you didn't have anyone else, you only had him, you didn't want to live without him, you truly did love him. of course, he did love you back don't get him wrong, but something about how you'd still look at him with heart eyes, packing him his lunches every morning, coming to his concert when you could— you did everything for him regardless of what he did... felix loved that power more, he was addicted to it.

don't let me love you, don't let me love you

"babe, im sorry she didn't mean anything i swear." he was being truthful, he couldn't even remember the girls name, it started with a b or something.

"it was a mistake, you have to believe, i was drunk and it just happened." he gave you those same doe eyes, the ones that made you fall for his charms every single time. "i love you, you know that." he cupped your face.

"you keep breaking my heart." you whispered, tears falling from your face. "it won't happen again, i swear." he wiped the tears. "you just have to trust me."

you wanted to say no, you did, but you really did love felix, and you knew he still loved you, or at least you wanted to hold on to the hope that he did.

"fine, one more chance, im giving you one more chance, felix you better not fuck it up." he smiled, kissing you. "thank you baby."

"i really promise this time will be different."

escape before the pain fills you up

he knew it wasn't gonna be that last time, but that didn't stop him from whispering empty promises in your ear as he thrusted into you, telling you how he's gonna stop while he kissed your neck, soaking up all your precious moans.

this happens everytime, you yell, he plays his games and you forgive him, and you have make up sex, knowing it will only be a week or two before you're right back at were you started, you sitting on the couch watching him walk in the apartment.

he knows he's know good for you. he knows he should let you go find someone who will treats you right, but he can't help but keep you on his life.

he needs you as much as you need him.

don't let me love you

©️LUVYENI

[intriq]

dc universe characters but your their ex, and they want you back

could be hurt/comfort, maybe fluff. angst? idk, unsure about how to label this one chief

if you want to see any other characters in here, lmk via comment or send me an ask! [they are always open for requests n stuff, so feel free to send them] and i'll make sure to get them in here!

Also, big thanks to my beta readers: Lilac, Void, My bestie, and bat brat apollo! they helped make sure these didn't fall too out of character.

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤBruce...

...at first, didn't realize just how miserable he'd feel after you guys broke up. Well, after he broke up with you.

He thought that you being possibly tied in to his life as Batman would make things oh so dangerous, and that maybe you'd be better off without him. And that just maybe he'd be better off without you.

But boy was he wrong.

After day one, he missed your presence.

After day three, he started missing your touch. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, the works.

After one week he missed seeing you whenever he came back to Wayne manor after patrol or whenever he'd had a long day being out and about Gotham, whether as just his regular self or patrolling the streets, fighting crime as Batman.

By week two, not even focusing on patrolling could keep you off his thoughts. It didn't exactly help that he knew your schedule. Actually, not even just knew. He had it memorized.

So he'd find himself particularly drawn to patrolling the area around where you lived more often, sometimes even doubling back to the area. Sometimes even three times.

Of course, it took a full month [and seeing you going on your first date since the break-up] for him to take action. He'd started sending gifts at first. Small things that you liked, whether it be books or lots and lots of flowers.

Then the gifts just got more and more expensive, more grandeur. After all, he is a billionaire, so it wouldn't hurt his bank account. Plus, it was a gift for you. So why wouldn't he?

If you still didn't take him back then, he starts sending you texts. Just cute little things such as "i miss you" and whatnot.

And then the in-person confessions, gift giving, and what-not started after. He'd drop by [after making sure no one was around to see at least three times] your apartment while he was in his full Batman getup, bringing you some smaller, easier to hide away things like bracelets and necklaces.

And during the day, he'd be where ever he'd knew you'd be. Whether it was your apartment, your job, anywhere, he'd personally come deliver you yet another gift.

Takeout from your favorite place? He's brought it to you for lunch.

He saw you post about something [whether it be a stuffed animal, jewelry, etc] on social media because it's cool or cute? It's been hand delivered to you by him.

"I saw you talking about how much you wanted these, so I got them for you. Why..? Because I miss you."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤTim...

...was devastated when you broke up with him. He didn't realize that all this work being a vigilante that made him miss out on oh so many dates had taken as big of a toll on your relationship as it did.

And by the time he'd realized, the cracks had already formed, and you'd broken up with him. You wanted a partner who could meet you half-way, even if he was a little busy at times.

But that didn't stop him from immediately trying to win you back. Gifts? You've got it. Whether they were bought or handmade, it didn't really matter. He'd get you something.

Not to mention the texts, phone calls, voicemails, everything. He's going the full nine yards to show you just how sorry he is, and just how badly he wants you back.

"I know I've said I was sorry so many times, but I really am! I promise I'll do everything in my power to be there for our date nights, so please take me back.."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDick...

...definitely wasn't expecting for you to break up with him. Sure, he's been in plenty of relationships before, but he'd never expected you to get the courage to tell him you wanted to break up.

He didn't even realize he missed you as much as he did until one night while patrolling, a month or two after your break-up, he saw you walking along the streets of Gotham.

And damn were you still as pretty as the first time he saw you. In fact, scratch that, as pretty as the last time he saw you. Which was when you broke up with him.

So from then on, when Gotham is just a little less quiet and he can afford to do a little slacking off, he walks with you. You had this weird routine of walking for an hour at night, anyway.

At first he made small-talk. Asked you how your day was, why you were taking a walk [he already knew why. he just wanted to hear that pretty voice of yours more!], how you'd been since the break-up, if you were seeing anyone [this was extremely important and he'd express why after a bit of prompting], as one does.

Then it ramps up to him telling you how much he missed you, how pretty and attractive you were still, the works. He then ramps up to just blatant flirting, maybe even making sure he was touching you in some way, like an arm around your shoulder. Or maybe even subtly holding your hand under the premise of him wanting to show you something that you didn't know the way to.

And after that, if you still didn't miss him enough to take him back? He's just obvious. Asking you on dates, showing up to your home with gifts, everything. He'll go the whole nine yards for you, just so you'll take him back.

"Aww, c'mon! Just one date, sweetheart. Please? I promise that if you don't want me back after just one date I won't bother you again."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤJason...

...definitely didn't want to admit he wanted you back until it's been nearly six months since you broke up, and words going around that your starting to date again.

This pisses him off, for reasons he wasn't sure about.

So before you know it, he's popping up just about everywhere. Getting him to admit he missed you and regretted the breakup is no easy feat, and you'll likely not ever get him to admit it out loud.

I can't really see Jason making any grand or large gestures, just small little ones that maybe have some sort of sentimental value.

He'd probably drop by your home every now and then. If he's hurt in some way, you bet your ass he's right there on your fire escape, knocking on your window to let him in.

Even if it's just something so incredibly minor he could take care of himself, he's using it as an excuse to see you again.

While he's not totally experienced with being overly romantic, he's got his moments of being just a little bit sappy.

"Why go through the hard work and trouble of finding someone else if I'm right here?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤBabs...

...wasn't expecting to miss you after you two broke things off. She figured she'd be fine on her own, but she was quickly proven wrong.

I can see her giving gifts, but she'd be more-so trying to spend as much time as she could with you. Texts, both early morning and late night phone calls, voicemails about how much she regrets breaking up, and probably more.

Lot's of "I miss you" and "I still like/love you" texts, maybe some "Can we please get back together?" texts mixed as well.

She'll make how much she misses you known.

"Please come back, I miss our little movie date nights."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤStephanie...

...is just like Jason in a way, when it comes to realizing she misses having you around.

But she does come to terms with the fact that she misses you. She'll be a little hesitant to admit it in words, but she'll make it known in small gestures.

The breakup was definitely amicable, so you two are kind of just awkwardly still friends. But any time you two hangout, it borderlines being a date.

Movies? Only if it's something that will remind you of stuff you two liked to watch together when you were dating.

Going for a walk? She'll make sure you two just so happen to pass by a spot you guys went to for your first date.

She'll even still pretend to "accidentally" call you by the nicknames she had for you whilst you were dating.

But if even that doesn't work, she'll just start making you two "hangout" at places you've gone to for dates before.

"Wow, this place hasn't changed a bit since the last time we were here, huh? Brings back memories."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤCassandra...

...of course, isn't really sure what to do when she notices she's missing you. You were probably one of her first relationships, which just only adds onto her confusion of what to do.

She'd probably go seek Babs and Stephanie out for advice, asking them what they think she should do. Just what she should do.

After getting advice from the two, she thinks it over for a little bit before she starts anything. She probably also tries to feel you out to check if you feel the same way she does.

And if you do, or if she finds out your unsure, she starts giving you small gifts. And I mean small. Just mostly little trinkets and knickknacks that she finds while out and about.

Buttons? Pins? Small figurines, no bigger than the palm of your hand? She's getting them for you.

Of course, this is to help her just get a little confidence before she drops the question about getting back together.

And when she does drop the question, she tries to make it sound like she's being genuine. She probably brought another small little gift, maybe one of your favorite snacks.

"I know you said you liked these when we were together, right? I know you may think I wasn't really.. paying attention, but most of the time, but I promise I was. And I'm sorry I didn't do that great of a job of showing you that I cared about you. Please take me back?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤKate Kane..

...is both similar to Stephanie and Jason. While she'll think she's better off without you, there's almost a constant reminder of you somewhere in her world.

And it just draws her back to you.

It's very much a push and pull sort of thing with her, as some days she's fully willing to admit just how much she misses you and wants you back, while others she'd never admit to even a word of it.

She'll also bring you sentimental gifts sometimes. Mostly just leaves them somewhere she knows only you will find them with a little note attached.

Though the contents of the little notes will greatly vary from "I miss you", "I know you like these so I got them for you", to just her name sometimes.

Saw these and thought of you. -K

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDinah Lance...

...is most definitely bold and maybe even a little bit flirty. When she realized that she definitely wasn't ready to move on from you quite yet, she put all her effort into wooing you back.

She'd probably try to play off the fact you two are suddenly running into each other at things you like, it's really just so she can see you again. Making you unintentionally [but kind of purposefully] think of her again whenever you thought about the things you like.

After a bit of this, though, she just downright starts asking you out to dates. If she knows certain places hold sentimental value because they were your favorite date spots with her, she'll ask you on a date to there again.

"Oh? Didn't know you were coming here today. Maybe it's a sign you should just let me take you on a date today."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤHelena Bertinelli...

...wasn't usually the type to dwell on her exes. But you? You were all that was on her mind after the breakup.

While she spends many a night deleting text after text, trying to come up with the right set of sentences to tell you just how much she misses you and wants you back, she does eventually send something.

And from there she just gets a little bolder.

Lingering touches, like her hand grazing against yours if you are handing her something. Staring at you for just a few seconds longer than needed, all that stuff.

It does take her a bit of time to get the confidence to just straight up asking you out on another date, though when she does, she's already got it all planned out.

"Do you still like that one restaurant we went to for our anniversary? .... Why? Oh, well, I wanted to make sure I didn't need to cancel the reservation I made."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDiana

...didn't have thoughts of missing you. At first.

She did start thinking of you again when you two were assigned on a mission together. And all it did was really get you stuck in her head.

The way you looked, whether it was the way you fight or just generally how you look in your vigilante costume? It just kept replaying in her head over and over again.

So now anytime your out and about doing your own thing, under your vigilante guise? She's found an excuse to be joining you.

Whether that excuse is "you looked like you needed help", or "my patrols been pretty quiet, so I thought I'd join you", she's always got some excuse you can't argue back about.

Eventually she starts dropping hints about wanting to get back together with you. But whether she's good at dropping these hints or not is entirely up to how oblivious you could be.

Eventually she just tires out of dropping hints and just makes you look at her when she just drops the question. Think of the classic "grabbing your chin and turning your head to look at them" kind of deal.

"How about we go out this Sunday, hmm? ... Yes, on a date. What, did you think I was going to ask you to patrol with me or something?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDamian...

...most definitely is stubborn when it comes to your break-up. He doesn't even want to entertain the thought that the reason he might be so grouchy whenever he sees you talking to someone else, or hears about how you may be crushing on someone else, is because he misses you. And is jealous, of course.

Even the sheer mention of your name around him, whether it be from his older brothers [mainly Dick because he is most certainly the teasing older brother type], he get's all grouchy and almost pouty.

He does try to help you out around school, though. He may act all mean and cold towards you, he'll act like he's "reluctantly" helping you out.

"you can't be trusted to carry this stuff," he'll try and say as he takes that stack of chairs, books, whatever it is in your hands away to do it himself. His hidden little agenda is that he's hoping you'll miss him because of him helping you out.

His "compliments" aren't always easily understood as such, though. "You didn't do terrible, for once" he might say as he hands you your graded test.

In order for him to get the courage to ask you out again, though, will definitely take some coaxing. [And maybe some teasing from Dick, too]

But when he does, it's a 50/50 chance of him saying it in a sweet way, or in his usual cold and almost brat-like demeanor.

"If I take you out on a date, will that get you to shut up for at least five minutes?"

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[ilynpilled]

i think an interesting factor that is not acknowledged by fandom is what exactly is indicated in the text that cersei and jaime’s plan was and how old they were when they came up with it. this doesnt confirm that they intend to continue a sexual affair during a royal marriage, only to not be separated/be near eachother always. though i understand that cersei convinces jaime also through a passionate sexual act (not confirmed what degree) and the high had effect on jaime’s decision making, and they have experimented with sexual acts of some sort already as children, and there is no doubt in my mind that they have a skewed understanding of how they love each other like “our love is natural law”, but there are a lot of other things we know: everybody in the equation assumes there will be a royal marriage hence cersei would remain in KL and they would be “near each other always”, and an affair would be treason punishable by death. they do know it will not be the same as it was before because cersei will get married, even if jaime doesn’t. cersei was already infatuated with rhaegar, and says she expected and wanted to be his queen, wife, and the mother of his children. this is much later and a lot of other things happen, but the last time we know the twins have sex (confirmed penetrative sex. cersei says “i fucked jaime” verbatim) is right before the wedding with robert, and after the married couple emerge from the sept, jaime is obviously distraught. why? wasn’t this the plan all along? ofc there is jealousy, but i argue that because they know this marks the end of the relationship. jaime is already at a point where he is pretty disillusioned with every other major value in his life: honor, glory, knighthood, and heroism. and he gave up everything else he had, a lot of free will/lands/titles etc, to be close to cersei, so all that remains to him is love (which is arguably the most important thing to him), which we know he also considers a vow, though more abstract and personal. cersei experiences disillusionment during the bedding when robert calls her lyanna. it is a similar epiphany to the crowd cheering for jaime after he is raised to the kg at harrenhal, him being content enough despite other aspects of this plan falling apart (he joined because of cersei, but “honor and glory played their part” & “that boy wanted to be ser arthur dayne.” aspirations for knighthood and heroism are clearly there) until actually finding out that aerys chose him as a pawn against tywin and not as a knight, his position is without much meaning, and he wants “to rip off his white cloak” but knows he can’t because, not only was he already selected, he had sworn the oaths now too. and of course, cersei’s experience also gets much worse from this point on, just like how jaime’s got worse as a kg, and how his understanding of so many things he idealized was torn apart, and he is confronted with how these things work and contradict in reality. but what i really want to highlight is that when they are at greenstone, about a year into the marriage, robert starts cheating on her with a female cousin:

cersei sends jaime to confirm her suspicions, and he returns with the question of “do you want him dead for it?” both of them are mad at robert for dishonoring her and breaking his marital vows, why would they be if they are already cheating too? i get that these are the lannister twins, but then cersei says “no. i want him horned.” horned means cucked, and the indication here is that robert had not been horned yet at this point. this is where the affair seems to start, there is no evidence for the contrary afaik. it is also obviously 100% penetrative sex, hence cersei can believe it is when joffrey was conceived. and it happened primarily in retaliation against robert. destructive codependent incest spawning as a result of complex family dynamics and parental neglect aside, at every turn it is highlighted that this affair is also a product of a lot of systemic issues and the twins’ disillusionment, but focusing more on cersei and her being stuck in an abusive and unwanted marriage: the husband is free to cheat on her with no risk or consequences, unlike her, and does so. the bitterness from this influences her to retaliate with an affair of her own. not to mention she is fighting back against her rapist the only way she can, and refuses to bear his children, which is again, the limited form of retaliation she has. she could accept jaime’s proposal to kill robert for her, but this could lead to jaime’s death (she outright says this in agot when she says that jaime would have killed robert even if it cost him his own life if he saw the bruises + the same proposal down the line could also threaten her life and the life of her children if this murder is investigated. + i do think part of her just wants revenge. she wants to retaliate in this way where she has the power). i just dont think people simplifying this situation and implying that “the twins intended and would 100% have ‘fucked up their own lives’ and ‘threatened the realm’ with an affair during a royal marriage no matter what.” stands. idk, maybe it is just my preference, but to me it makes sense that even with tywin’s rearing they couldve grown out of this dysfunctional relationship as they got older and gained maturity, but instead everything gets worse and pushes them into embracing the illusion of eachother more than ever.

[otakubimbo]

Actions Have Consequences

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Profanity, Angst, Anal (f!receiving), Aggressive Sex, Verbal Fighting, Dom/Sub Relationship DID NOT PROOFREAD

Summary: Actions have consequences and your boyfriend Gojo Satoru was going to see what the consequences of ignoring your texts are or so you think.

A/N: I tried to make sure I did good warnings but if there is anything I should have included please let me know, this is my first time writing something this graphic

Day7: Dom/Sub

You were kneeling in the entry way of the apartment you shared with Gojo Satoru. The sweat from your palms was starting to slide down your thighs as the minutes ticked by on the clock while you waited annoyed. This was a usual affair for you and your boyfriend, the only issue here was that today he decided he was too busy to respond to any of your calls or texts. Not even a single auto message either. You were pissed. His obedient good girl wasn’t on her best behavior all day because of the lack of attention.

The outfit he requested you to wear because not the one that was currently hugging your body. What was requested of you was one of his favorites, a simple lace one piece that was the color of the sky. The lingerie you had on now? Complete opposite. It was a bright red two piece. A spandex thong that barley held in your plush cunt, delicate chains holding the front and back together. The top matched the bottom, the front only covering your nipples, your large brown areoles on full display. The chains of the top there digging into your skin, a bit painfully but you had a point to prove. How dare he ignore you all day?

Now here you sat, sweaty palms and the wrong outfit looking delicious. Just because you were mad at him doesn’t mean you were going to go overboard; you were still going to greet him properly. Although, you were starting to get a tension headache from the tight puff you had sitting on the base of your neck. He was taking his sweet time getting home which was making you more irritable.

Your breath hitches as you see the door slowly open to reveal the handsome devil that’s been on your mind all day, which you quickly turn your head away from him avoiding his gaze.

“Well hello there pretty girl, you’re waiting for perfectly for me.” His smile makes his eyes glitter as he looks down at you. He obviously doesn’t notice your face or your outfit, you weren’t even looking at him. Scowl was plastered on your face. His hands moved to his blindfold, shaking out the updo that comes from that style. As he slides his glasses on, you can feel him turn his gaze to you with that smile that usually would turn you and your pussy into a puddle. But you and your bratty attitude were going to stand strong.

“Welcome” Your tone was short and snapped. The smile on his face immediately falls when he takes notice of your attitude and your attire. His teeth grind as he glares down at you.

“What are you wearing” His voice is cold and harsh. Yeah he wasn’t happy. You stay silent, since he ignored you you were going to ignore him.

“Silence will not do you well. Now what the hell are you wearing? Why are you being a brat today?” There’s a flare in his nostrils that emphasize his displeasure with you.

“Have you even looked at your phone today?” You scoff, keeping up your demeanor, still not properly facing him. He didn’t even have his phone on him all day but of course you didn’t know that. You had just assumed that he was ignoring you. He pulls his phone out of his bag, looking at all of the missed calls and texts, kissing his teeth as he goes through all the messages you had sent. It was a lot of messages.

At first they start out sweet, many “I miss you” “Come home” “How’s your day going”. And then after the several missed calls the messages got less sweet, “Where the fuck are you” “So youre just not gonna call me back?” “You’re just going to ignore me?!” “Hello?!?”. More missed calls that followed up with the last text message “Bet”. After that it was only picture messages. A picture of you going to HIS favorite lingerie store, another picture of you exclusively getting red outfits, yet another picture posing seductively in every single one of the new outfits. You definitely racked up on his card today. He thought that would have been all, you’ve been known to swipe his card when he makes you mad like the brat you are. It’s usually just on plushies or food but sometimes you could be a bit more bratty.

He huffed, ready to address you and your behavior when he realized the notifications were not done. There were videos. The first video was of you and your back, it showed you sliding on the outfit that you were wearing now, slowly, not showing anything but your ass. The second video, almost immediately making his dick twitch, was of you seductively applying the whipped shea butter that he bought you all over your body rubbing and caressing yourself as you moisturized. The sound was on and he could hear you making small moans as you rubbed yourself. His nostrils flaring and the tent in his pants growing.

Now on to the third and final video. This video may have been a bit too much and you may have fucked up doing this but you were mad. The video starts with a close up of your tits as your propping the phone up on your shared bed. Your camera view was of you straddling a pillow, his pillow, on his side of the bed. Once you were in the perfect position, your hips start slowly grinding against his pillow. Your hands roaming all over your body as you make small lewd noises. His gaze snaps to you, who was looking at him now, and then back to the video. Yeah you went a bit too far. The video continues as he watches you fondle your own tit, grabbing and pinching your nipples as you continue to dry hump his pillow. You’re spurring yourself on, mouth agape head thrown back. The only sounds leaving your lips were moans of his name. His dick ached in his pants from how lewd you were being in this video, pre-cum already spilling out the top wetting his boxers.

Your own noises and his reactions were turning you on, your legs pressed tightly together shifting to relieve some of the pressure but it was hurting your knees. The video finished with you cumming on his pillow and then wiping your now soaked cunt all over it. End of video.

Those ice blue eyes stared down at you wild, pupils dilating, and his nostrils flared. Yeah the last video may have been to far but it was too late now.

“Stay” His voice commanding and you did as you were told.

You were silent, knowing any back talk would not fair well for you. He walked off grabbing on of the bar stools to allow himself to sit in front of you. Slowly, he slipped himself out of his jacket giving yourself a quick view of the abs that lay under the t-shirt he still adorned. Even with just the shirt on, it was tight and didn’t leave much to the imagination. His body was beautiful, and it took everything in you on to reach out to touch him. You loved his body; you were almost drooling at this point. His dick looked like it wanted to escape his pants and you would be more than happy to assist him with that. Any thoughts of being angry with him were out the window as the crazed look in his eyes was making you puddle onto the floor.

He’s stroking himself over his pants as he stares down at you from his seat, “You know, I didn’t have my phone on me all day.”

OH you really fucked up, he wasn’t ignoring you, he just didn’t have his phone on him.

“I didn’t know that, sir.” You say with a bent head, hoping that your punishment would be less.

He chuckles darkly, “ Now it’s sir? It wasn’t sir when you were having that bratty attitude of yours. It wasn’t sir when you were swiping my card buying those slutty clothes in the color you know I hate. And it really wasn’t sir when you were making MY pussy cum on MY pillow.”

He didn’t really care that you spent money, that’s what you had a card for. He did care about the sinful videos you sent him along with wetting his pillow while he was at work.

His dick was in his hand now, stroking the long thick length. The tip was red and angry, veins tight all up and down his length. Your mouth was watering for a taste of him. The heat between your thighs was pouring into the rest of your body, your nipples hardening painfully.

“But that’s alright” He says too calmly, stroking himself more aggressively now. “ You’re going to sit there and watch me cum and then get your punishment. And you better not move an inch, no squirming, no touching yourself, nothing.”

You gulp, nodding.

“Words.”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmmn, maybe you can be a good girl.”

This was fucking torture. It took all you willpower not to touch yourself to him. Was this not punishment enough? He looked so fucking sexy fisting himself on the stool, he had spat onto his dick using it was lube to stroke himself faster. The look on his face was erotic and intoxicating. He wasn’t breaking eye contact with you either as you saw him getting closer and closer to his peak. You may be able to cum without even touching yourself from the scene. You were getting needy, so close to desperate. This was part of your punishment for your brat behavior. Good girls get good things, brats get punished. There was no way you could still be punished after this torture.

Satoru knew he was getting close. That video made it so he was almost already there, but now he had to decide on where to come. He was not going to give you the satisfaction of cuming down your throat, this was supposed to be your punishment, but he wanted to badly. As his balls tightened with his upcoming orgasm it hit him as he was looking down at your pained face. You were kneeling right in front of him and that’s where he came. Right in front of him, right in front of you, on the floor. How you wished that was inside you and your wish was going to be his command.

“Lick it up” He damned, a little spent from his release. Your eyes went as wide as saucers. “ I said lick it up.” He bites,slowly losing his patience already.

You do as he commands, bending over and putting your mouth to the floor. You felt humiliated but your pussy differed with the way it started trying to grasp on to nothing dripping more on the floor.

“Lick it all up, make sure it’s clean” He inhaled sharply watching you clean the floor of his cum. You were being so obedient, so filthy, he wanted more. No, he needed more and to see how far you would go under his command.

After the floor was clean, you sat back up on your knees looking up at him doe eyed. You looked intoxicating from his angle. Your soft brown skin was glowing from the care you put into it today, your lips were a bit puff and red there was a clear indent from where you had been biting it. He just watched you do the nastiest shit and yet your face still held a shyness to it.

He groaned as his dick came back alive, “On all fours.”

You did as you were told and looked up to him for further instructions, your face heating up with embarrassment and a bit of excitement. This was new. He didn’t say anything, just pointed at the bedroom door. You went to stand up and he stopped your body pushing you back on all fours. Your knees were aching at this point and you had no clue what he wanted you to do.

He points again to the bedroom, only saying one word “Crawl”

There was no way he actually wanted you to crawl to the bedroom, but the look in his eyes told you he was serious. His eyes weren’t the bright blue color they usually are, they were dark and dangerous. What kind of new punishment was he thinking up? You push those thoughts out of your mind, you were going to do as you were told. You were going to show him that you were still his good girl. You’re starting to crawl, after a few shuffles a hard smack comes to your ass making you falter. The pain went straight to your pussy and the sight of your ass rippling made Satoru fist his cock again. You turn around to look at him, he’s towering over you slowly pulling at himself. Fuck he looked delicious and terrifying. His shoulders were broad and shrug, his biceps flexing slightly with each slow pull. The look he was giving you was sending shock waves to your pussy, he was going to destroy you.

“Move” He demanded and you go. Again after a few movements another smack comes to your ass, another jolt making your leak on the floor. He didn’t stop this routine until you made it all the way to the room. There was no way you didn’t leave a wet trail behind you.

Finally in the room, he grabs you by the arm throwing you up on the bed. You were spent at this point, your knees hurt, your ass hurt, you needed to cum but your punishment wasn’t over yet. Gojo disappears for you a moment and you take that time to catch your breath. Your head was spinning, and you were leaking everywhere, and it was so uncomfortable due to the spandex thong. Unfortunately for you, he came back before you could sufficiently catch your breath.

He turned your body was that you were facing the mirror, on your stomach. You took this opportunity to beg.

“I’m sorry sir. I wont be a brat anymore I promise. See I’ve been punished im sorry.” Your eyes were already puff with tears, but you got nothing from him. He just hummed as he gently tied your hands behind your back. You don’t even bother squirming at the restraints, the man knows how to tie a good knot. He goes about setting things up around the room, you have no clue what.

“Satoru, please. It’s all to much.” You try to plead again. He walks over to your warn out former, shushing you and gently stroking your face. He gives you a kiss on the forehead before going back to whatever he was doing. After he’s done around the room, he returns in front of you once more placing a dildo in front of you. Leaving it there, he takes his place behind you on the bed.

“Knees up sweetheart” He says gently, lightly taping on the hips. You do as your told and this gives you a second to look around to see what he did. Your chest is in the bed due to your arms being behind your back but you can see a bit. Satoru has you placed right in front of the mirror, and it looks like he set up a phone. You try looking back at him confused.

“What’s going on ‘Toru” You pant, trying to crane your neck to see him.

“Hmmmn. Since you like making videos, we are going to make some video.” He states, rubbing your ass making you whimper. He was being so gentle with you, it was soothing the previous pain. His large hands travel to the chains sitting on your waist from your thong, snapping them. “You won’t be wearing this ever again”

He slides the fabric off you, sliding something cold and metal between your folds.

“You really like it when I treat you dirty huh?” He coos sliding the what you can not tell is a butt plug around your clit lubricating it while also stimulating you. The cold of the plug sending shivers up your spine making your wither in front of him. You were already so stimulated, that slight sensation made you almost cum. “I should make you go lick up the mess you made like you licked up mine. You’d love for me to watch you be fucking disgusting huh? Licking up your trail from the floor.”

You moaned as your shoulders further into the bed. He took this opportunity to stick the now well lubricated plug into your awaiting ass hole. This makes you gasp and your hips would have given out if Satoru didn’t have such a firm grip on you.

“Fuck. Satoru. I can’t. Please” You whine, already feeling too full. The thought of him making you lick up your own wetness as he stuffed the plugin your ass was doing crazy things to your body.

“Yes you can and you will. Now suck that dick while I fuck you.” He grunts as he pulls you up, allowing you to take the plastic cock into your mouth. As soon as your mouth was around the shaft, he let you go and thrust into you easily with how wet you already were. Your pussy sucked him in immediately, your walls.

The scene in-front of Gojo almost makes him cum deep in your walls. You are sucking off the dildo infront of you as if it was his dick. He could feel your pussy clenching around him when he hasn’t even moved yet along with the tightness from the butt plug. If he died right here right now it would be fine. With a staggered breath, he gets his shit together and starts pounding into you. Every thrust his dick is fighting against your cervix. The noises that were filling the air was so lewd, the sound of Satorus balls slapping your ass, your small gags on the plastic toy in front of you, along with both of your moans. Everything was so pornographic.

You couldn’t speak but Gojo knew you were close; he could feel it by the way your walls had his dick in a chokehold. You had already been so sensitive and ready, he should have known you weren’t going to last.

“Don’t you wanna cum again on video baby? So, I can show everyone what a filthy slut you are, Hmmn?.” He says as he grabs the restraints on your hands lifting you up so you could see yourself cum. You looked a damn mess, your hair was disheveled, you had drool all over your face and you couldn’t even close your damn mouth with how Satoru was making you feel. Not only was your pussy clenching around him, your asshole was clenching around the plug driving you wild. It was all too much. Way too much. You came hard, screaming his name over and over again. He yanked you back to his chest, leaning back for leverage. His free hand snaps the chains on the brain releasing your tits. He wanted to watch them bounce as he fucks you aggressively. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he fucked you through your orgasm, he started at your combined forms in the mirror. As you were coming down, Gojo released into you bringing you back up again as you cum with him. A few more thrusts and he’s done, both barely able to breathe.

He gently places you down on the bed, unbinding your arms. You finally stretch your body out, muscles screaming and sore.

“You did so good for me. You took your punishment so well. You are my good girl.” He kisses you on your forehead and you smile.

“I’m sorry for over reacting” You pant still attempting to catch your breath.

“It’s okay my love. I’ll make sure to keep my phone on me, yeah?” He says taking your hair out of your bun and putting your bonnet on for you.

You smile up at him, “Okay”

“Now let me go run us a bath so we can rewatch our video” He says with a wink.

[jojikawa]

Beg.

Satoru Gojo x black! Reader

Summary: Satoru wants to be your boyfriend so badly.

suggestive/lewd but no smut • Spoiler free • reader is sexualized by Gojo a little.

Art by Nay__bb

I don’t really see too many fanfics where the reader is black so I wanted to make a self indulgent fanficion with all the attention on Gojo rn ❤️

Satoru wanted to do something special for his students. He wanted his lesson to be taught by someone else. A person who was strong in her own right, teeming with strength and beauty.

You.

Your cursed technique was extremely unique and rare, kinda like his own. For that reason, he always gravitated towards you in school. He would flirt and tease you but your relationship never grew beyond being just “friends.”

It killed him inside that neither gained up the courage to confess. He was a little a afraid of rejection. He had his charisma and power at his side but you didn’t seem phased by any of that.

But as adults, he was basically head over heels for you! He made it his day to pester you to go on date with him or at least some kind of quality time so that you could finally see how good a guy he could be.

Even then, you didn’t wanna give him your time.

One day, he showed up at your door, uninvited, of course. No calls. No texts. He only brought himself.

“May I help you…?” You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, looking rather annoyed at a grinning Satoru Gojo leaning against your doorframe.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty, can I come in?” But before you could reply, he walked passed you and into your apartment. “Why even ask?” You rolled your eyes and closed the door behind him.

“Why are you here so early, Satoru?”

It was like he didn’t even hear you speaking. He was too busy focusing on how cute you looked when you first woke up. He didn’t even give you time to take off your bonnet and change into your pajamas. He was thankful he came early just to see that.

“Huh? Oh, I wanted to take you out for breakfast. My treat.” He smirked, expecting you to become flushed at his forwardness but—

“Sorry, not interested.”

“Of course you are. I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

When he would initially reject him, money was always his “go-to.”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

Did he really think that would work?

“I don’t usually eat this early but I do have plans to have brunch with Nanami, so get lost.” You shooed him away and in the blink of an eye, he was back outside you apartment.

“Ugh, no way she teleported me out.” He chuckled to himself before knocking on your door again.

Sooner or later, random visits from Satoru didn’t become so random. He even began giving you texts and calls as well.

Whenever Satoru found himself bored, he’s call you just to flirt or make small talk. The thing is, the idea of you being a teacher at Jujustu Tech was on the table. So, he needed to make this phone call good.

When the phone rang, he thought of the millions of things he could say to make you fall in love with him.

“Hello?”

“Aww, (y/n)~! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t pick up.”

“I didn’t want to but I thought it was something important. What is it, Satoru?”

“I was thinking, you and me—”

“No.”

“Aw, come on. You don’t even know what I’m gonna say.”

“I do. And I know because you say the same thing every time. I have more important things to do than go on a date with you.”

“Then how can I make it worth your while?”

“Mmm. I don’t think you can, sorry.”

Satoru felt his pants tighten a little at your attitude. He liked when you played hard to get. He would be you, sooner or later. His brain flooded with ideas to bride you for just a bit of your time. He would be a good man for you, he just knew it.

“I mean, I could help you get better at Japanese if you want. You look like you could use a sexy tutor. You could even wear a cute uniform if that suits your fancy.”

Satoru tore his phone from his ear when you suddenly erupted with laughter.

“Wow, Satoru, you don’t even really try anymore, do you? No, thank you.”

Ugh, the sexual tension was killing him. Every time you spoke he wanted to bend you over and prove you wrong.

“Okay, fine. How about I take you to get your nails done?”

“Oh, I just got them done with Mei Mei the other day but I appreciate the offer.”

“I’ll pay for your next hair appointment.”

“Sigh, you really do like flaunting your money.”

You heard him groan over the phone but his confident persona didn’t falter.

“Alright, alright. Do you think you can come by and help my students with some training? I’d love for them to meet you.”

“If you mean Megumi and his friends then of course. I would love to.”

Today was the day. Satoru was banking on you wearing something thin and tight. His favorite outfit was the one where you would wear a dress that would show off your thighs. Or when you would wear something that exposed your cleavage and a short skirt at the same time!

He was met with more than a treat when he saw you too.

Satoru came to pick you up on the scheduled day and, my god, he was amazed. Despite you dressing the way you always would, he found himself falling in love with you all over again.

“Damn, you're pretty. You wearin' all that just for me? I'm flattered.” Even though his eye were covered, you could see him staring at your breasts and ass like you were an object.

“No.” Your lips curled into a smile. “What I wear is for me only. You think I dress up for you?”

He ignored your statement. “You wearing make-up? You look really good right now.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d like it better if you kept things more professional between us. I haven’t been able to get any dates ‘cause of you.”

“Even better.” He replied. “Ya know, a nice ‘thank you, Satoru Gojo’ would make my day.”

“I have nothing to be thankful for from you.”

“I just wanted to hear you say my name. I can make you say my name if you really want.” He leaned down, so close that he could’ve stolen a kiss if he wanted to. “Have I ever told you that you have a cute nose.”

You felt your face heat up. “Can you leave me alone!?” You pushed his face away. “Now, take me to the school.”

“Heh.” A weird sound emitted from his mouth. His face turned red and he instantly backed away from you. You raised an eyebrow. “Are we teleporting or are we taking a car or something.”

He didn’t reply. Only…stood their awkwardly.

Oh. So it’s like that.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You actually lied. Okay.”

“I’m sorry!” Satoru blurred out. “It was the only way I could get you to free your schedule for me.” He took a step towards you, grabbing your hands gently. “Come on, give me a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I don’t want to be your token black girlfriend, Satoru.”

“You won’t be! I swear. I’ve been chasing you since we were kids. I like you for you! Not because you’re…” he trailed off when you snatched your hands away.

“Oh really? If you want a date with me, you’ll have to beg for it.”

Satoru blinked. “Beg…?”

You smirked before nodding. “Yes. I want to know how sincere you are.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment.

“I’m waiting.” You crossed your arms.

“I bet you want to step on me too.”

You giggled a bit. “No, but I can.”

He couldn’t help but get oddly turned on by your proportion. “So, if I beg for you, you’ll be mine?”

“I’ll give you one chance to prove yourself to me.”

And so he did it. Without any further hesitation, he got on his knees and begged for you. He begged for your mind, body and soul. He begged for his hungry lips to be on yours.

And you gave him what he wanted. You kissed him and let him grope you the way he’s been dreaming of. He touched your body the way he’s always imagined. His hands rubbed your body when he slipped them underneath.

He knew he would get you.

[gingiesworld]

Wolf in Sheeps Clothing

Elizabeth Olsen x GN! Reader

Warnings: Murdahh, angst. A tiny but of fluff if you squint hard enough

AN: this is taken from my wattpad account GingerNinja93

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Y/N Y/L/N thought they had it all. They found the woman of their dreams. The woman they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. The feeling of love was mutual. Even in the moment when Y/N knew they had screwed up. Especially with the last thing they ever saw as the life left their own eyes. Were the forest green irises they had fallen in love with.

Y/N and Lizzie met when they bumped into each other. Y/N fell in love with her eyes the moment they made eye contact. They were the most beautiful shade of green you would ever see. Followed by an infectious smile. Then came her angelic laugh.

The time they had spent together, getting to know each other. Was one of Y/N's favourite things to do. Among take care of those they loved most in the world.

"Can you believe this?" Y/N asked Lizzie from the sofa. Lizzie was stood by the stove, stirring her pasta sauce. "All of these murders and yet they don't even have any suspects. What the hell is our tax dollar paying for?"

Lizzie smirked slightly. She felt proud of herself. She was off the radar. Always cleaning her steps. Making sure no one would ever trace anything back to her.

"I know." Lizzie spoke with faux concern. "I honestly don't really feel safe going out on my own. Not while the killer is loose."

"You will never have to worry my dear." Y/N stood up and approached her. "I will always be there to protect you."

"What's to say that you're not the killer?" She asked them with a raised brow.

"I could ask you the same." Y/N countered making her chuckle. Stealing a quick peck before turnong back to finish the meal she was cooking for the two.

Y/N always questioned as to why they always spent their time together at their apartment. Everytime they would ask her, she would simply say. It feels too lonely there. Too many bad memories. And they would always shrug it off. Knowing of her past relationships and how narcisstic they were.

"Dinner will be ready soon baby." Lizzie informed them. "Would you set the table." She asked them as they smiled and nodded. Grabbing the drinks, Lizzie's favourite wine and their beer. Setting the appropriate cutlery down before helping her carry the plates through.

Sitting down beside each other. They both started to dig in. Lizzie couldn't help but smile as she watched Y/N eat. They always loved her cooking. Although Lizzie wished she would be able to use the fresh produce she grows in her garden. Even to be able to show Y/N the pride of her life. Other than Y/N of course.

But she could never risk Y/N looking around her house. Knowing there are trophys that she kept from each victim. Every life she ever took. A token from each in their own little trophy cabinet in the basement. Next to her choice of weapons.

Lizzie was in love with Y/N. From the moment they bumped into each other. It was truly love at first sight. Although Y/N never really had to worry about falling victim to her devilish side.

The part of her who loves to be in control. The feeling of being God within her grasp. She had the power to take her victim's life away. Not really caring if they were innocent or not.

But all of that changed when Y/N went to Lizzie's house. Remembering her address from the first time they had picked her up for their first date. Although they knew it was a big house, and that Lizzie's family had a lot of money. They were always intrigued by the inside of the house.

But what drew them to head to the Lion's Den was when Lizzie hadn't texted them back in a week. So they walked up to the big wooden door. Knocking on it briefly.

The house wasn't creepy from the outside. Even when you were inside either. It all looked pretty vanilla. Like the personality Lizzie tried to portray to everyone she would meet.

Y/N called out for her, not finding her anywhere. That was when they stood before the only door they never checked behind. Opening the door, pulling the light string. Illuminating a set of stairs.

"Please no creepy ass clowns." Y/N whispered to themselves as they reached the foot of the stairs. Turning on another light. Soon wishing they wouldn't have found what they did. Looking at the weapons on the wall, a selection of blades hung on the wall.

Until a large cabinet caught their eye. A lot of small trinkets, some were drivers licenses, bank cards. Some jewellery. Y/N recognised some of the names on the cards.

"I'm starting to wish I saw the creepy ass clown." They muttered. Not realising that Lizzie was stood behind. Anger and betrayel adorned upon her features. If she was of sound mind, she probably wouldn't have made her next move. Using the heavy handle of the weapon within her grasp. She took one hard movement. Wacking Y/N on the head, a lot of force behind the action. Rendering Y/N unconcious.

Lizzie waited for Y/N to wake once she had tied their wrists and ankles securely. She was starting to think this was a mistake but she couldn't risk Y/N finding out. Taking away the power and control she feels when she takes someone's life.

"Liz." Y/N groaned. Looking around, noting that they are still in the basement. Their eyes soon finding the once warm eyes of their murder crazed lover.

"You shouldn't have come here." Lizzie told them. Y/N flinched at the coldness in her voice. "You have messed everything up. I had it all perfect." Lizzie rose to her feet. "You and me sharing the vanilla life out there." She gestured outside of the house. "And my hobbies here that I share with no one."

"What you're doing is wrong Lizzie." Y/N told her. Trying to wriggle free of the thick rope that confined them.

"It's right Y/N." She knelt beside them. Y/N's heart beating rapidly in their chest. They were afraid. Afraud of the woman they had fallen in love with. "I am the one with all of the power. Do you know what it feels like when you see the life leave someones eye?" She asked as she traced the blade down the side of their neck. Running it along the corotid artery. "It feels amazing. Refreshing."

"Liz. Please." They pleaded for their life. Lizzie just chuckled lightly. "You're better than this."

"You don't even really know me." She told them. Slowly plunging the blade into their side. She smirked as she saw fear and pain in their eyes. "I am usually quick. I'm not really one to draw it out." She pulled the blade from the before lifting the blade to their face. Running it doen their cheek. "But you, I think I may just take my time."

"Please Lizzie. I love you. Don't do this." They pleaded once more. Lizzie just laughed as she plunged the blade into their other side.

"No you don't." She spoke through gritted teeth. Twisting the blade. Watching them cry out in pain. "You love an act. Not me. This is me!" She removed the blade quickly before plunging it deep within their stomach. "You don't realise how much blood the human body holds." She said as she watched the blood pool around them. Her knees already stained with their lover's blood. "It's amazing. When you pour 8 pints glasses, it doesn't seem like a lot, but when it is pouring out of someone's body. It really does." She plunged the knife inside them once more. "I imagine that little heart of yours is working overtime. You're probably feeling like your lungs are closing up right. Not enough oxygen is getting around because their isn't enough blood."

"Liz." They coughed. Looking into the eyes they fell in love with.

"I remember you used to say you wished to take your final breath as you gazed into my eyes." She smirked. "Now you can." She plunged the blade into their chest. Watching as the blood left their body. The life in their eyes slowly fading. Hearing Lizzie speak one last time. "I really did love you Y/N." They could hear the sadness in her voice. "I'm so sorry it came to this." Feeling her lips on their forehead one last time before taking in the forest green irises they fell in love with. The woman they thought would never hurt them in anyway.

Lizzie let a single tear drop from her eye. Landing on Y/N's cheek. She was sad, but not enough to overshadow the adrenaline pumping through her veins. The control she feels. No remorse as she moved the body. Dumping it in Y/N's car before she drove their car towards the ravine. Parking right on the edge of the deepest part. Removing the handbrake when she stepped out. Watching as the car rolled down the steep bank, submerging into the water.

Walking back home with a smile on her face. Getting ready to play the part of being the grieving girlfriend.

[creative-heart]

I randomly remembered a fic I read years ago with the title "an ocean apart", it was a long distance relationship thing.

Something like this with Enzo, maybe?

And yes, I admit... it would be something for my little heart since I AM literally an ocean away 🥲🥲🥲

Lucia’s notes: Ok, so this came about from this ask, sorry for the angst, but I’ve been kinda in that mood lately. I really hope you enjoy this @lastflowrr

Playlist:

Talking to the  moon- Bruno Mars

Come back…Be here- Taylor Swift

Calling you- Blue October

Content Warning: Just some angst, with a happy ending I promise.

Word Count: 1.9k

Enzo and Y/N have been together for a few years now, they met one summer while they were both on holidays and it simply clicked, they could talk for hours on end, coffe or tea mugs in hand, even if they grew cold because the conversation was way too interesting. There were no such things as uncomfortable silences between Y/N and Enzo, for her laying her head on the black haired guy’s legs as they read their books in peace, they truly were best friends who were in a relationship, so when Enzo told the brunette girl he had gotten a chance to better his acting career in Europe, she was truly so excited for him encouraging him to take it and move to Spain, even if it meant they would have to take their relationship into long distance, she was in the middle of her college degree and couldn’t leave the city to go with him. When Y/N took Enzo to the airport and the taller guy engulfed her in the tightest hug ever and leaned down whispering in her ear “never forget that I love you with all my soul chiquita, because the soul never forgets”. Y/N closed her eyes hiding her face in his chest taking a deep breath wanting to keep every single detail of her boyfriend engraved in her memory and her senses until she saw him again. As she nodded softly Enzo held her face in his hands giving her a soft loving kiss before he walked through the boarding area doors.

The first few months weren’t that hard, the facetime calls every night, the love still in both their hearts and bodies, it worked, somehow it worked for both of them. But as time started going by, Y/N started noticing how Enzo’s texts and calls were less and less frequent, of course she understood that his life must have been busy, she knew for a fact that the tan skinned man was booking so many jobs, modeling, acting, whatever you thought about he got it and she was extremely proud of him. That didn’t mean that seeing all the Instagram stories and posts about the events he attended, the travels, the parties, the girls on there, it stung, specially with them being so far apart, and she felt stuck. Her classes felt stupid, she couldn’t focus, her grades were starting to slip and she hated that it had such an effect on her, Y/N did trust Enzo, but she missed him so bad it didn’t make sense.

Three months had gone by since Enzo had moved to Spain and the facetime calls were rare by now, they had gone from daily to maybe weekly, that is if he didn’t bail on them and as Friday afternoon approached, Y/N texted him to confirm they were still on for that call.

bebé 💖: En babe, please tell me we’re still on for today’s facetime? it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, I miss you.

Zito 😘: Chiquita….you’re gonna kill me…I’m so so sorry…. I have a last minute event tonight, but I promise I’ll call you as soon as I get back if it ain’t too late back in Montevideo. I love you too I miss your pretty face as well.

bebé 💖: Yeah…..sure whatever you say Enzo….. call me whenever you get 2 minutes to talk to your gf…..if that’s what I am still.

Y/N was furious, she couldn’t believe he was dodging her again, she was getting so tired of trying, but she knew that she didn’t want to let it go, she didn’t wanna let him go. She let herself fall down on her mattress looking out the window and stopped fighting the tears rolling down her cheeks as she hastily wiped at them; she was happy, she needed to be happy for him, be supportive of his dream, but what about them? did the relationship they had mean nothing to Enzo? somehow the brunette still trusted that he wasn’t cheating on her, she knew her boyfriend, yet there it was, that tugging feeling at her gut telling her something wasn’t right. 

Enzo’s POV:

It destroyed him knowing how she was feeling, there was nothing more than he wanted than to be there with her, to hold her, kiss those pink lips he loved so much. But if the hazel eyed guy wanted to be able to bring her over to live with him he needed to save enough money to pay for her college here, get everything ready so she could transfer universities. He had spoken to Y/N’s parents about this, and they had given him the all clear for it. Y/M/N had told him that Y/N wasn’t doing too well, of course she had never really said anything about it, that’s how much she loved him and that broke the older guy in half. 

bebé 💖: En babe, please tell me we’re still on for today’s facetime? it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, I miss you.

Zito 😘: Chiquita….you’re gonna kill me…I’m so so sorry…. I have a last minute event tonight, but I promise I’ll call you as soon as I get back if it ain’t too late back in Montevideo. I love you too I miss your pretty face as well.

bebé 💖: Yeah…..sure whatever you say Enzo….. call me whenever you get 2 minutes to talk to your gf…..if that’s what I am still.

Enzo bit his lip hard at Y/N’s last text, if she only knew that he didn’t have an event, he was doing so many things in so little time, he was booking the hotel for the trip to Capri for Y/N’s birthday next month, he had arranged it with her parents, needed to go sign the lease on the new apartment he was going to rent  so she could have a study space there, he needed to pick up the engagement ring he had specially made for her. Now as Enzo went about his errands, he was scared he might be screwing it up with the love of his life, it was hard on him too, he could see the pain in her eyes every time they facetimed, and it broke him not being able to wrap his arms around her petite body the way he always did to shelter her from the outside world.

Y/N was still laying on her bed in and out of sleep, she checked her phone one more still holding onto some hope that Enzo would indeed call her and she saw the time, almost midnight, he wasn’t gonna call. Just as she was placing her phone on the night table it started ringing with the tone she had specially selected for him, she turned around again turning the night light on as she reluctantly answered the call “Chiquita, hi, were you sleeping? sorry I didn’t mean to wake you” Enzo said as soon as he saw his girlfriend’s face, her eyes were rimmed with red, he knew she had been crying, he could always tell and his stomach dropped. Y/N shook her head sitting up better, no matter how upset she was, as soon as she heard his voice, everything disappeared, “No, was just about to, but not yet, how have you been En? how was the event?”.

Enzo bit the inside of his lip “it was good yeah….busy but good, how’s school going?” seeing her just shrug and look away from the phone he smiled softly “you kicking ass already? excited about your birthday next month? any plans?” the girl looked back to the screen “no, not really….you said you can’t make it, so why should I?” The conversation carried on until Y/N fell asleep, her phone still in hand, Enzo smiled taking in her resting features, would take any opportunity to see her face that he got.

Three weeks later Y/N sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen “I already told you guys, don’t feel like taking a trip” she sighed as her parents brought up again that stupid trip to Capri they had planned for her birthday. “Plus, what am I supposed to do there alone?”. Y/M/N smiled looking at her “you wouldn’t be alone honey, Marina’s coming as well, you know your cousin always wanted to visit Capri, we think it would do you good to get some sun on your face, get out of here for a while, we already got you the tickets and hotel booking, come on”. As the hazel eyed girl looked at her parents alternately she nodded softly “if I accept will you be happy?” Y/D/N grinned nodding “so happy”. Y/N nodded again “fine then, I’m going.”

That day Y/N sat on her plane seat next to Marina her cousin- something’s fishy here, she looks so weird- “you’re not gonna tell me what’s going on, are you?” Marina looked up from her book with the best dumbfounded face she could master “Going on with what boo?” Y/N rolled her eyes and went back to playing on her phone. Once they landed and got their suitcases they headed to the hotel. Marina was the one with the hotel details, no one had let her get her hands on anything for the trip, all this was so fishy, so weird, maybe it was just her anxiety, but something was weird, like why did they have two separate hotel rooms. “What? you may have a boyfriend, but I’m planning on getting myself some hot italiana to share my time with here. Thank you very much” Marina said with a cheeky grin on her face when she saw Y/N giving her a quizzical look seeing two different hotel room keys. “Okay, what do you say we settle in, rest a bit, take a shower and meet back down here in an hour or so for dinner?”. And an hour later Y/N walked out of the elevator into the lobby waiting for her cousin, she had changed into a white and baby blue two piece set and a messy bun with some white and gold flat sandals. 

After dinner they were walking down the beach, arms intertwined enjoying the gorgeous sunset. As Y/N stopped to take a picture of it, she felt her cousin move away from her “Hey Mar, would you take my pic..” the brunette turned around looking for her and stopped in her tracks seeing Enzo there down on one knee. 

“I’ve been stupid, beyond stupid, it kills me seeing how you were feeling. I don’t want to see you suffer, never again, I would do anything to see that gorgeous smile of yours, I want to spend every minute of every day of my life with you, would you make me the happiest man on earth ever and marry me?” Y/N kept looking at him gobsmacked, utter shock in her face before she stepped forward hitting his arm over and over “You fucker! you know how shitty I’ve been feeling because you dodged all our calls? I’ve been spinning out of control” she said hiting him with every word before tears started flowing down from her eyes nodding “of course I’ll marry you!”. Enzo grinned sliding the ring on her finger before standing up engulfing her in his arms kissing her “I’m so so sorry, I promise I won’t ever make you cry again”. As Y/N slowly relaxed into his embrace she knew that even beyond the waves, her love for this man could never die and as long as she had his arms to hide into, everything would always be right.

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[mygeekcorner]

in honor of love day: what is the biggest or most poignant act of love you have ever given or received? any kind of love, not just romantic. friendship love, family love, partner love, pet love, heck even coworker/boss love

Oh wow, this is a hard one. Hmm..

I can't think of One Big way I have been loved. Not because it's never happened - it might have, and everyone has a different definition of Big Acts - but, I think, love truly is in the small acts that pile up.

I have been lucky to be loved in hundreds of small ways by the people I love.

The first answer that popped in my head when I saw this was back in high school and I had had a terrible day first at school and then, most importantly, at work. I texted my then-boyfriend that "today sucks" or something along those lines while I was still at work. But once I got off for the night he was there, meeting me on my walk home with my favourite raspberry soda and a warm hug. I lived on that for the rest of the week.

I thought about how the first time I got covid (back in 2020 when everyone was still scared of it) my best friend would call and check on me every day as she was driving home because she was worried, and it was such a comfort to know that people not currently stuck at home with me still remembered and cared for me.

I thought about when I was in an abusive relationship after high school and many of my friends started staying away in an attempt to make me see the reality of what was happening. And I thought about how one friend instead decided to stay even closer to make sure I had someone, and looking back I think having her there saved my life in a dozen meanings of the word.

I thought about how the first time I came over to my ex (a nicer one this time) at the agreed-upon time he was still just halfway through making dinner. So instead of being suave and freshly showered and presenting me with multiple courses like he planned, I sat in the kitchen watching him run around trying to cook three things at once and being a bumbling mess. I remember falling in love because I saw the effort he put in firsthand. And the food was good too once it was done lol

I thought about an old friend getting drunk and watching Batman movies with me for days after a breakup as I cried into his shirt. Three days I stayed, and three days he held me as I fell apart. All the while Danny Devitos Penuign was cackling in the background.

I thought about my boyfriend, before we were truly together, coming over to put cold towels on my forehead when I caught the flu in the middle of a heatwave. He caught it too, but the cold towels never stopped.

I don't know, I love watching the spectacle of a good engagement video as much as anyone, but when it comes to love the memories that stick out for me has always been the quiet comfort of raspberry sodas, batman movies, and someone holding my hand.

This was a lovely ask to think about though, thank you <3

[tetsunabouquet]

Can't Help Falling In Love With You Chapter 20

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After texting Midorima that you appreciated his thoughtfulness, he texted he was on his way to your home. Ichijo had promptly stood up and decided he was going to prepare some rice with bacon for the three of you, exclaiming he hoped some food would cure his hangover. Once more you thanked Ichijo mentally for being the brother you've never had. It didn't take that long for the doorbell to ring and from looking at the clock, it was clear that Midorima had rushed to your home. The thought made you so emotional that you jumped into his arms as soon as you opened the door. Midorima was startled, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you as his green eyes softened. Growing up the way you did, you had learnt it was dangerous to allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of people who you didn't trust, so when his arms wrapped around you securely, it was one of the times where you felt like you could just let go of your tough girl facade. Because that was certainly what it was, a facade and nothing more. Midorima lifted you up and shut the door behind him. He maneuvered you around in his arms as if you were his little sister and quickly found his way to the living room where he parked the two of you on your couch. You clutched him tightly, fearing you could break and fall apart at any second. Midorima stroked your hair soothingly and you burried your face in his uniform. Ichijo walked out of the kitchen to see the two of you on the couch. "I'm preparing some rice and bacon. I've calculated a portion for you, no welcome." Midorima gave him a small smile, "Thank you, nandayo." His voice sounded so genuine and kind, allowing himself to also be open. Without any of his usual reservations. Right now, he was with the one he loved best and Ichijo had slowly wurmed his way into being a friend to him too. There was no reason for any reservations. Ichijo waved it off and you looked up at Midorima's handsome face. "Did anyone at school tease you?" Midorima sighed, knowing that question had been coming. Of course you had been fretting over it. "A few called me an idiot for being with a girl like you, one asked me if I enjoyed being 'cuckheld' or whatever that means. It doesn't sounds particulalry pleasant and I'm fairly certain it's vulgar from the looks on your faces nandayo." Ichijo hissed angrily, "I swear I never touched her. She's like my sister. Yuck." "I trust you." Midorima replied and Ichijo seemed to relax a bit. Midorima's confidence included many things, including his relationship. He was not the kind of boyfriend to get jealous if his girlfriend had male friends and it's one of the many things you loved about him. "What did they say to you, nandayo?" Midorima asked and you sighed. "Not that much to my face at least. My desk for one, has fallen victim. Insults were written all over it when I arrived at class this morning." You confessed and Midorima continued to stroke your hair. "Please don't let it get to you. You're more then what who they think you are," came your boyfriend's ever so sweet answer and you wondered just what miracle had transpired that made Midorima fall in love with you. You snuggled against him and let him pet you for a couple of minutes. Ichijo disappeared to the kitchen again, undoubtedly preparing the food, which came as a lucky coincidence because your stomach started growling for the meal. "It seems Ichijo has some impeccable timing." Midorima remarked and you giggled, feeling yourself finally at true ease. There was no sensation more peaceful then resting in his embrace, that was for sure. It didn't take long for Ichijo to appear, awkwardly juggling three bowls. You stood up and grabbed yours and Midorima took his. Ichijo smiled grateful as it had been a disaster about to transpire and the three of you took a seat on the couch. Ichijo was so polite not to say anything and to focus on his meal as Midorima started to feed you. He was blushing, but cheering you up was more important then his reluctance for PDA or anything related to it. You really had the best boyfriend ever.

[ashlingiswriting]

For the recent passage questions: “for me, it’s pineapple condoms or nothing.” All the way up to Richie saying “are you really gonna punish me for a joke”

Idk why but I love that little bit so much and would love to hear your thoughts on it!!

thank you so much! i'm excited to get into this chunk of writing.

warning: i really get into the analysis here, possible to an insufferable extent. can't help it! i just love them so much & i have so much to say about it!

for me, it’s pineapple condoms or nothing. you’re a real high-maintenance fuck. you laugh. michael used to like that about you, just how easy you were, or how easy you made yourself. buddy, you got no idea. 

on the surface, they're bantering. haha! we're not going to have sex, for a silly reason! because the idea of us having sex itself is a joke, and we're both in on the joke, right? right?

it's them reassuring each other that it's fine, even though for both of them, deep down, It's Not Exactly Fine.

also, a few lines ago, julie has literally realized that she loves him, specifically because he takes it easy on her, because he's figured out a way to be with her without making her feel like she needs to run, and without making her feel like she needs to act like someone else. he fucks up a lot, but he's trying, and does it all with his own humor and heart and she sees that and she loves him.

which is in strong contrast with mikey, cause she started off very much herself with mikey, but when they starting having sex she promptly fell into weird, somewhat unhealthy patterns of behavior where she was like 'it's casual! that means you can fuck me whenever, never text unless you feel like it, disappear for an entire week with no explanation, it's all fine. i pretend that watching you fall apart doesn't kill me, you pretend that neither of us have intense emotional involvement in this, and, you know, it's functional!' and then he dies.

it's so obviously fucked in retrospect, but she 100% did it to herself. mikey didn't even ask her to be like that. she just...wanted to be wanted and got scared about demanding anything more.

in many ways, do i know you? is a love triangle story where one corner of the love triangle is already dead. but mikey's ghost is often just around the corner.

so even though again it's all jokes on the surface, julie's memory of how she shrank herself down and didn't demand what she wanted/needed from mikey, the last man she loved, is obviously gonna have an impact on how she views her—very recent!—realization that she loves richie.

it’s been such a long day for both of you, apart and together. of course you’re getting messy, of course it’s time to go. you zip up your coat, run your hand through your hair. 

you can see her here already trying to diminish and dismiss and repress that realization. her feelings can be blamed on the long day she's had. and she doesn't even call them feelings, she calls them "getting messy". she zips up her coat, runs her hand through her hair; prepares to go outside and leave; tries to put herself together/look normal.

let me drive you, he says again. you wave him off. no, i need to walk. clear my head. it’s december in chicago, fuckin pitch black—  i’ll be fine. it’s christmas eve, are you really gonna punish me for a fucking joke?

the story's very much from julie's pov, and julie can be a pretty self-absorbed character. (honestly, when i was writing this, i didn't know if i'd get any readers making it several chapters in, because she's not always a particularly sympathetic, nice, good, or attractive character. so again, i'm THRILLED that literally anyone is reading!)

anyways yeah julie can be very self-absorbed. this is partly due to the hermitlike existence she's been leading—she hasn't had to engage with other people on a particularly complex, intense, or deep emotional level, and even her relationship with mikey was noticeably stunted in several ways—but it's also partly due to just being a personal flaw of hers. she's so self-absorbed, in fact, that she actually misses what's going on with richie because she's busy thinking about richie, paying more attention to the man in her head than the man standing right in front of her.

a parallel thing occurs in chapter three, when she's fantasizing about how she'd heat up leftovers for richie if she took him up to her apartment; how she'd take care of him, in another world where she was willing to be that vulnerable. but like, he's right there! she could take care of him by paying attention to him right then and there, especially because he's venting and literally all he needs in that moment is a listening ear.

do i know you? isn't just a line from chapter one or the title of the story, it's also me drawing little hearts around one of the main themes of the story. how do you truly know a person and how do you learn to love them right?

julie thinks she knows richie because she knows so much about him from mikey's stories, but in chapter three she's surprised to find out that richie deals cocaine. of course mikey wouldn't have told her that, since it was mikey's idea for richie to do that, and in the end this is all because the beef was failing financially. that wasn't something mikey was proud of, so he didn't tell her about it. (shame & its sources & how to deal with it is another huge theme in the fic!) so in that moment julie has a rare moment of clarity and tries to look at richie physically to really fix him in her mind, to observe him for herself. to be in that moment with him. which is a lesson that she...could perhaps have learned more quickly & thoroughly lmao. but isn't that life? it's rare that people learn important lessons once and follow them perfectly ever after.

ANYWAYS. in this passage, julie's just preoccupied with being as emotionally opaque as possible and getting the hell out of there, so she's focused on herself, not at all on richie.

richie, in the meantime, is picking up on her weird vibes & doesn't know what caused this. he knows that she let him drive her before and that was fine—delightful, even—so something has to have changed. he chalks it up to the sleepover + condoms jokes, the fact that he's brought up, even jokingly, the mere idea of them having sex. and he also wants to take care of her, he does actually want to drive her home, so her rejecting that doesn't feel great! just feels like her being stubborn (which she is). so that's why he's like, it’s christmas eve, are you really gonna punish me for a fucking joke? like, we had such an amazing night together, we're closer tonight than we've ever been before, i cooked for you, you came willingly to my apartment, we talked about our families, and now you're going to reject my care and leave in a weird tension filled way that i'm like 80% sure is happening just cause i made some off color jokes???

also, as one might expect from a guy whose father was never around, whose best friend committed suicide, and whose wife left him...richie's kind of sensitive about being left. see: season 2, when he explicitly says he fears that carmy & co are gonna "drop this ass" & leave him in the dust. so! yeah!

what i do love, though, is that they've learned from last time, in a way. in chapter 3, when there was that disconnect between them and he senses it and is offended by it, she responds angrily and defensively, says something hurtful, and basically the only reason they don't get into a much bigger fight is because he showed a bit of mercy (probably spurred by the fact that she didn't show up the night before and he was truly concerned about her absence).

THIS time, even though there's a disconnect between them, when he bursts out in frustration, she understands what's going on and de-escalates the situation, reassures him, tries to be gentle. and even though he's not completely satisfied with her walking home in the dark, he lets it go, recognizing that she has her own reasons but she's not angry with him and she doesn't mean it as a rejection of him.

they're learning!!! i love it when they learn! it took us 34,000+ words, but they're figuring it out!

...

the extent to which all this analysis is post facto? YOU'LL NEVER KNOW, I'LL NEVER TELL 😂😂😂

anyways! thank you so much again for the excuse to scream abuot them, i've been drafting chapters nine and ten, and this thought exercise was deeply satisfying.

feel free to send me another of these my askbox:

[minkkumaz]

omg speaking abt exposure.. imagine the bonedo boys/8turn boys accidentally letting ur name slip during a live 🙊

I CAN LITERALLY ENVISION WOONHAK SITTING DOWN WITH LIKE GONGFOURZ, AND HES JUST TELLING THE FANS ABOUT HIS DAY AND HE GOES “oh yeah! yn bought me this jacket, i’m wearing it right now!” AND TAESAN JUST WHIPPING HIS HEAD TOWARDS WOONHAKS DIRECTION SO FAST. leehan slowly turns to him, then back at the tablet with a 🙂.

it’ll be even funnier if woonhak fails to notice and he continues rambling.. i feel like woonhaks the type of guy to treat a live like a family videocall. like he’s so used to calling his sister or his parenrs and just ranting abt you, so he just (accidentally) does it live.

so with YUNGYU i believe he’s the type of guy to normally facetime you whenever he can. like hes eating dinner? yeah he’d call. he just woke up and is about to do some skincare? pick up the phone. sometimes when you’re too tired, he’d just ask yes or no questions. or he’d just talk about his day.

“right omi? this outfit looks good for today?”

“omi! i had some street food with seungheon.. of course yoonsung wanted some so he came along..”

“omiii i miss youuu”

unfortunately, when hes live he also tends to fall back on his habits on facetime. when he’d be spoiling talking about a comeback, he’d be like

“im so excited for you to hear it, omi!”

the staff behind the screen just blankly stare at him and try to direct him to another topic before suspicions arouse. normally, someone would be freaked out they accidentally released their relationship to the public.. but for some reason theres a little grin creeping up on his face.

MINHO would panic, but fortunately jaeyun was on the live with him and said that the person minho mentioned was a distant relative.

“me and yn tried this filter last night..”

“yn is minhos cousin!”

but when the agency allows for the relationship to be public, and minho mentions your name.. fans would be REALLY confused on why hes dating his cousin.. then theres the 15% of the turnings who speculated the name yn was definitely his gf and NOT his cousin. (i love minho sobs)

jisung sneak..

jisung would be on a live while at your apartment, he frequently gets questions like,

“marry me jisung!” or “jisung one chance!!!”

and he’d be blankly reading them out with no reaction. but one day he accidentally goes “i dont think yn would like that..” and the comments go insane asking about who yn is..

“..oh.” he looks up from the live to see his gfs sleeping figure on the other couch. and with a small, warm smile he talks about having the most loveliest girlfriend ever.

to ur surprise, you wake up with many new notifications and a surprising hashtag on twitter.. #YNSUNG

-🍉

SLIP UPS WITH THESE BOYS AAAH!

all of these are so accurate to their personalities i can't melon :,)

woonhak would most definitely have a little rant and the rest of the boys eyes would be twitching HAHA but jaeyun would probably be there like YEAHH THATS MY GIRL I LOVE YN! then the live chat would be like wtf are yall yapping about?

and tell me why when you insert my name for yungyu's i actually exploded into a fit of giggles i smiled so hard >< but yes! i have yungyu's plus chat subscription and he's always talking about the most random things. he love love loves spending time with turnings (in this case reader, aka me >;3) and always apologizes if he doesn't text for a day! so like woonhak, he's definitely a rambler and i could totally see him messing up hehe.

you're so funny for minho's, cause dating his cousin? LMAOOO once the relationship is revealed, i can imagine whiney yoonsung complaining to turnings that his bf cheated on him </3 first with myungho then with reader sighh

I SEE U JISUNG SNEAKK waking up clueless asf to have your phone blowing up is genuinely my worst nightmare cause i'll think i did something wrong HAHA but fans would be very supportive! i can imagine reader not wanting to do a face reveal quite yet, but her arms come in frame to give jisung something THEN FANS MAKE EDITS OF LIKE HER HANDS OR SOMETHING JUST TO BE FUNNY HSJSN