#RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS

[dxndeli-n]

Abandonment issues go brrr

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[channiesluvrclub]

ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ - ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ ʙᴀɴɢ

A/n: I'm so sorry that this took so long to write, my schedule has been jam packed. Enjoy!

Info/TW: Husband!Chan, Fem!reader, Reader calls Bangchan "Channie", Mentions of divorce, Make up sex, Reader does inflict slight self harm!scratching, Aftercare.

WC: 3.0k

You and Bangchan had been married for around 4 years, it was your anniversary tonight. He would usually take you out to dinner every year, it was always fancy and extravagant. Things were different this year. You two had argued the day before, it was heated. It probably broke so many aspects of your marriage. It was about 11:00, the sun was shining through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. Bangchan had already left for work, the sheets were tangled and there wasn’t a sweet card sitting on the bedside table for you. Your heart ached at the unfamiliar scene. The argument replayed in your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You two were sitting in the kitchen of your house, the soft glow of the lamp in the corner of the room illuminating his face. He looked at you with a tinge of annoyance on his face. The tips of his ears were red as he sighed. Bangchan slammed his fists on the table, rattling the silverware. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He looked away, breathing heavily. You could only look down into your lap.

He raised his voice. “You are helpless, you don’t do anything around the house anymore. You don’t cook or clean. You can’t even give me a good time. You are a worthless wife!” Bangchan’s face was now red with anger, vein bulging from his neck. Tears began to spill from your eyes, you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak back. The ring on your finger gleamed in the light as  you fidgeted with it. With harsh and heavy feelings, you carefully slid the ring off of your finger, placing it on the table in front of Bangchan.

Your voice shook as you stared at the ring and looked up to meet Bangchan’s eyes. “Take it and keep it, you clearly don’t love me enough for me to be wearing this.” Bangchan grew silent, just staring at the ring. He carefully picked it up, looking at it carefully before snapping out of his trance when he heard your seat scoot back. You walked off to the bedroom, leaving him alone in the dimly lit kitchen.

You blinked your eyes, the memory of last night's argument slowly fading. It was like deja vu. You looked at your left hand, the empty spot on your ring finger pained you to look at. Before you could even get up out of the bed, you spotted something on the dresser across the room. You got up, walking over while rubbing your eyes. It was a small note, lying next to it was Bangchan’s wedding band. Your heart shattered into pieces as you picked up the wedding band. Your hands trembled as you held it close to your sternum. After a few minutes of trying not to cry, you set the ring down, finally bringing yourself to pick up the handwritten note. It read “I hope you see this and take the time to read it, I just cannot take this. I used to be happy with you but this is just not working out. You don’t serve any purpose to me anymore. I’m leaving, please keep the ring or do what you want with it. I’ll be coming back later to get my things after work.” Tears welled in your eyes as you sank to the floor, back against the dresser

Despite the fact that you had argued, you missed him dearly. Bangchan had been your husband for so long and the fact that he was leaving just because you weren't “good enough” felt like someone stabbing you straight through your heart. You still loved him and you prayed that he would change his mind. As the hours went on you could only sit in your bed and cry. Your body was covered in scratch marks from where you had gotten chills and scratched yourself relentlessly. You were only wearing a small slip dress from Victoria's Secret, it only covered your torso. You had dark circles under your eyes. A normal day usually wouldn’t take a toll on you like this but the lack of food and extensive crying had absolutely drained you. The sun had started to set, the light fading from the room, the house was completely silent.

You were propped against the headboard, knees pulled to your chest. The ringing in your ears only got louder as the thought of Bangchan flooded your head. It was now 9:00 at night, it was almost pitch black besides the streetlights. And here you were, still frozen in pain and shock. The door to the bedroom swung open, you didn’t dare to look up. You already knew it was Bangchan. What you didn’t expect was for the mattress to sink in, a pair of warm arms scoping you up and holding you against a firm torso. He whispered in your ear as he held you close. “I’m so sorry babe… I realized how badly I messed up. I love you and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” He gently grabbed your hand placing your ring back on your finger.

You pulled back to look at him, his eyes were red and puffy. He clearly hadn’t gone to work, it looked like he went to the bar. He had drunk his feelings away, probably crying while doing so. You had both made a very obvious mistake. He carefully placed his hands on your shoulders, dragging them down your arms and carefully grazing your scratch marks. “Babe, what did you do to yourself?” His eyes were saddened as he looked at your scratched up body, partially covered by your short slip dress. Bangchan gently kissed your shoulder, pulling you back into his chest. All he wanted to do in the moment was to show you how much he loved you. The room was silent, all you could hear was the sound of the two of you breathing. You whispered in response to his question. “I don't know… I was itchy I guess.” He sighed quietly.

He then laid you down on the bed, the straps on your slip falling off of your shoulder. Bangchan smiled at you, brushing some of your hair behind your ear.  “Babe, I’m really sorry for leaving. I realized how much I need you. I regret everything I said, please let me show you how much I love you.” Tears were threatening to spill from his waterline, his eyes glassy and full of affection. You nodded, staring up at him. Speaking almost felt pointless, you could tell that the regret was so deep that you two only needed emotion to communicate in this moment. 

Bangchan carefully took your slip off of you, admiring your delicate body, covered in scratches. He leaned down, peppering your collar and shoulders with kisses. Your body shuddered at his touch, it felt different this time. He carefully cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your lips. His motions were filled with care and remorse. He had probably thought that you wouldn’t forgive him. Before you could even respond, he was getting off of the bed, turning on the lamp in the corner of the room so he could see you better. Bangchan then walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge, pulling you near him. He carefully rubbed your thighs, his warm hand roaming over your cold skin. “You sure you’re okay with this so soon after we argued?” He asked, wide eyes and sorrow in his voice.” You nodded, looking him in the eyes. “I need words babe..” He looked down at you, waiting for you to give him verbal confirmation. “Yeah… I missed you.” you whispered quietly.

Bangchan smiled at you before placing you further back on the bed against the pillows while he scooted himself onto the bed. He then sat against the pillows next to you before pulling you onto his lap. He carefully grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs slightly. The cold air hit your core, you flinched, trying to close your legs. “Sorry babe, that’s not an option.” Bangchan whispered into your ear, holding your legs open by your thigh. You laid your head back on his shoulder, letting out a small whine. His hand rubbing your inner thigh was increasingly teasing. You could feel yourself getting more aroused by the moment, your fluids probably coating your core with a glossy sheen by now.

Bangchan slid his hand closer to your core, his middle finger gently circling your clit. “Does that feel good babe?” He asked, his voice covering up your quiet whimpers of pleasure. You nodded helplessly. He continued to rub your clit, occasionally dipping his ring finger in to tease your entrance. “More please…” You managed to mumble out, you were overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion. Bangchan smiled, adding his ring finger into the mix. He then took both of his fingers, moving them from your clit to circle your entrance. You pushed your hips down onto his fingers, finally receiving the pleasure that you craved. He let out a sigh before looking down at you. “You’re just so needy, huh?” He curled his fingers slightly, his fingertips grazing over your walls caused you to let out a slightly louder moan than you would’ve liked to. Your face turned red due to the embarrassment. “Looks like someone missed me?” Bangchan raised his eyebrows. He then pressed a kiss to your cheek. Bangchan began to thrust his fingers in and out of them. He would curl them each time they were in you, they always hit that one gummy spot, making you see stars. You were practically shaking at this point, extremely close to your climax when he pulled his fingers out. “I say we take it a step further, hm?” He asked, a taunting tone in his voice. Your eyes lit up at the idea. 

He got off of the bed taking off his clothes. Bangchan opened the bedside table, grabbing some lube and a condom. He then rolled the condom on, coating it with a generous amount of lube. “Ready babe?” he looked over at you, a loving and nurturing smile on his face. “Yeah… I’m ready” You looked up, eyes meeting his. You couldn’t put how you felt in this moment into words even if you wanted to. You felt repented, but were also so welcome to the atmosphere. Bangchan got back onto the bed, hovering over you. He leaned down, placing a kiss to your lips before spreading your legs. He gave his length a few strokes with his fist before lining himself up with you. He began to carefully push into you, grunting as he did so. Even after prep, you were still so tight. Your walls hugged him in a way that made him see static. “Babe… you’re so tight, relax. I’m here, it’s me, I’m not leaving you again.” His voice was strangled but filled with comfort and reassurance. He clearly felt very bad and just wanted you to be comfortable around him.

Bangchan began to thrust in and out of you, his pace was slow and sensual. You closed your eyes, relishing yourself in the current moment. Your veins were pumping with an elated feeling, it felt so reassuring that Bangchan was here, showing you the love that you needed. You could hear his breathing intensify as he began to thrust into you faster. You reached your hands up, wrapping your arms around his neck. His face was red, filled with heat. Bangchan bit his lip, still carefully thrusting in and out of you. “Babe… do you feel good?” he spoke quietly through his deep breaths. He was being genuine with his question. You nodded to the best of your ability, speaking in a hushed tone. “Yes Channie, feels so good.” You let out a quiet whine as he hit that spongy spot in you. 

He smiled down at you, his hair was hanging in his eyes. He looked more beautiful than ever. He grunted as he pushed back into you, closing his eyes tightly. You could feel his hot seed fill the condom. He let out a slightly high pitched moan, it was one of the prettiest sounds you had ever heard him make. Bangchan pulled out of you, grabbing at the base of the condom. “Shit babe… give me one second to get a fresh condom. Can’t leave my pretty girl laying here with no orgasm, hm?” He sighed, grabbing another condom and sliding it on. He completely ignored the lube sitting on the bedside table. It was useless at this point, you were so wet with your own fluids, he could slide in so easily. “Babe, I’m not holding back. Gonna make you come so good all over my cock.” Bangchan spoke, his voice was slightly raspy. His chest and neck were red, sweat dripping from his forehead as he slid back into you. He began to pound into you at a pace you could barely comprehend. The tip of his cock repeatedly hit your G-spot. With a last effort of him rubbing your clit with his slightly calloused fingers, you came. Your orgasm washed over you so intensely. Long and breathy strings of moans escaped your throat. “There we go babe, you made such a mess of my cock.” He smiled, his thrusts slowing as he began to pull out. He hummed quietly before rolling over and laying on his side of the bed. “We should probably get cleaned up, it’s hot and sticky in here.” Bangchan groaned before getting off of the bed and discarding the condom that he was wearing.

He walked off to the bathroom, leaving you laying on the bed to process what had just happened. You thought to yourself for a moment. It was evident that he had really regretted what he had done last night, he loved you and he wasn’t going to let one argument ruin your marriage. You thought that this was his way of asking you to forgive him, he wanted you to feel the love he had for you. After a few minutes he came back from the bathroom, he was dressed in a black tank top and some grey shorts. Bangchan picked you up carefully, bridal style. “Let's get you taken care of, yeah?” He whispered into your ear as he sat you down in the bathtub. Bangchan has started a bath for you when he went into the bathroom earlier, along with wiping himself down so he could attend to you first. He began to carefully massage out the knots in your shoulders. The water was cold against your burning hot skin, it provided a slightly stinging sensation. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face. Bangchan grabbed the bottle of body wash that was sitting on the ledge of the bathtub, carefully squeezing some onto the loofa. He began to gently scrub your body with the loofa, making sure to be careful with your most precious parts. “You know I love you babe, I didn’t mean anything I said last night. I was being careless.” He whispered as he continued to gently run his hands over your body. The warm water had now cooled, your body was also cooling down. Bancghan turned around for a moment to grab a towel as you responded. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have thrown my wedding ring at you. I was just overwhelmed with emotions and I didn’t mean to hurt you or make you feel like you had to leave. I love you so much channie and I hope you know that. I want us to be together for a very long time, hopefully until death. You’re my world and you mean everything to me.” You spoke, your voice was frail but filled with emotion. You were holding back tears.

Bangchan sat on the edge of the tub in silence, taking in your words carefully. He could feel his heart rate increase. He was madly in love with you and those reassuring words in the moment had him in shambles. He wasn’t quite sure how to react. Instead of saying anything Bangchan helped you out of the bathtub, drying you off and pressing a kiss to your lips. He walked off to the closet for a minute to grab some pajamas for you. After a few minutes Bangchan returned to the bathroom, one of his shirts in hand along with a pair of your panties. “Here babe, put these on.” He handed the clothes to you. While you were putting on the clothes he turned to the counter to grab your hairbrush. Bangchan walked back to the bedroom, signaling you to follow him. He sat down on the bed behind you, gently brushing through your wet hair. “Babe, I  love you so much, no matter how bad the argument is, I’ll always be with you. I made a promise on our wedding day and that was to be with you forever. I’m so sorry for leaving this morning. I hate that I made you feel abandoned.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulders. He sat the hairbrush down, laying down on his side of the bed as you laid down on yours. He turned to face you, staring into your eyes with orbs full of affection. You stared back at him, taking in his features. That was the man you loved, the one you chose to take care of you, love you, be there during your darkest times. You pledged to never let him go.

You hugged him tightly, closing your eyes. “I love you Channie.” you whispered to him. Bangchan hugged you back, keeping you safe in his warm embrace. “I love you too babe, promise we’ll talk this out next time?” He asked quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You nodded. “I promise we will.” He smiled and whispered. “I love you babe.” Before closing his eyes and pulling you closer to him

[minsungincorrectquotes]

Relationship specialist: Why are you here? Minho: I hate how he takes things so literally Relationship specialist: And you? Jisung: A car

[unistaryo]

Love [Integra x Reader] Oneshot

Summary: Integra discovers what it truly means to love and to be loved.

Warning: spoilers ahead regarding Integra's backstory

 What does it mean to love somebody?

 Integra couldn't really tell. Yes, her father surely loved her while he was still alive. But he wasn't by her side for long, and when he was, her education was a lot more important. How couldn't it be? She needed to replace her father at any moment, and she did. They couldn't waste more time playing or doing other activities outside Christmas and other such holidays. 

Walter loves her in a way, or maybe it's just his duty. Or both. It is unmistakable that he cares a lot about her, maybe seeing her not only as his master but also as some sort of daughter, someone he needs to protect and has grown to care about.

It seemed strange, people loved and cared about her, yet, it felt different when you did the same things for her. It isn’t your duty to ensure that she doesn’t overwork herself or to check if she has eaten something today, but you did them. It was strange, just like her current situation.

 She was supposed to be a leader, a logical thinker, someone who wasn’t blinded by emotions and who people could trust no matter what. But she found herself lacking all of those. Finally, all of the stress, all of the sadness had finally caught up to her.  

 As Integra lay sprawled on the floor of her bedroom, just like she once stood beside Alucard in the basement a decade ago—though back then, it was another person threatening her life, not her own spiraling thoughts. She’d tried to smoke to calm herself, but tonight, even the familiar burn couldn’t hold back her despair. The pile of ash on the floor felt like a marker of her helplessness. 

 She messed up incredibly. She knew there was a possibility that you would leave her after one of the episodes in which she would create a distance between both of you, letting the agony consume you. However, the thought that you might actually make it didn’t even cross her mind until now. And the emptiness in the mansion spot proves it.

 The woman couldn’t stop crying, she felt like a kid again in the worst way possible. Control had slipped from her grasp; her vision swam with tears, and even her limbs felt too heavy to obey, her vision blurry from tears, not even her body listened to her. But everything changed when she saw your silhouette in front of her, not wasting any second, you kneeled and hugged her, your face full of despair.

 “(Y/N)-” Integra mutters as you shush her, tightening your arms around her. She slowly hugs you back, the hold just as strong as you. After a few seconds, you begin to whisper to her.

 “I will stay, “, with that one of your hands cupped her face gently- “but please, Integra, my dearest, talk to me. Promise me we will work our problems together, that you will both listen and talk to me.”

 Your tone was both calm and stern, it was both a request and a promise. “I promise”, Integra responded. She could feel the world around begging to change, you were there, hugging her, you had returned to her even after everything. Gently, she rested her head against yours, vowing to herself that she will never hurt you again. But, before even realsing it, three sacred words escaped her lips, “I love you.”

 Maybe this is what it means to love.

[addie116]

I think the reason why my bar for dating men is so high because I’ve watched NBC Hannibal. Like if you’re not going to frame me for a murder you did, try to kill me, and get turned on by the thought of me killing you, then what are we doing?

[inubaki]

Show Me Your Face

part 2

relationship problems (based off the pilot)

”Dad…?”

“Adam—-“

“There you are….”

———-

pervs:

—— based off the pilot of these designs.

@adamsapple-angst-week-2025

[casey1-2007]

What's the Truth?

Fiyero x reader angst

This story has a sad ending. It has some differences from the Wicked movie and/or musical, in addition to the Reader insert. Story involves themes of jealousy, unrequited love, flirting, kissing, etc.

Summary: Fiyero Tigglar reunites with Reader, his childhood best friend, long after communication between them stopped, at Shiz University. But feelings are hurt, hearts are broken, and Reader finds themself mourning a love they could have had. Will Fiyero be able to make things right before Reader gives up on him forever?

Note: Not exactly based off of the musical or movie, at least not exactly. This is my first time posting something original. Hope you like it.

Please comment to let me know if you want any other one shots/stories like this. Whether a continuation of this one or something else.

The halls of Shiz University echoed with laughter and chatter, but Y/N could only hear the pounding of her own heart. She watched from around the corner as Fiyero - her Fiyero, her childhood best friend, the boy who used to climb trees with her in the Vinkus - smiled down at Galinda. The blonde beauty was practically hanging off his arm, giggling at something he'd said.

"Oh Fifi, you're simply perfect!" Galinda's high-pitched voice carried through the corridor.

Y/N's stomach twisted. Fifi. When had that nickname started? She remembered when he was just Yero, racing through the palace gardens with her, sharing secrets under starlit skies. Before he stopped writing. Before everything changed.

She turned away, clutching her books tighter to her chest. The silver locket around her neck felt heavy - a gift from him on her sixteenth birthday, the last time they'd seen each other before Shiz. Inside was a pressed blue iris, his favorite flower to give her.

"Y/N!" His voice made her freeze. "Wait up!"

She considered running but forced herself to turn around, plastering on a smile. "Hey Fiyero."

"I've barely seen you lately," he said, falling into step beside her. His presence was achingly familiar - the scent of sandalwood and something distinctly him, the way he walked with that slight swagger.

"Well, you seem busy," she replied, unable to keep the edge from her voice. "With Galinda."

He ran a hand through his hair - a nervous habit she remembered well. "About that..."

"Don't," she cut him off. "You don't owe me any explanations."

But he did. He owed her an explanation for every unanswered letter, for every promise broken, for making her fall in love with him only to watch him fall for someone else.

That night, after seeing Galinda announce to everyone at dinner that she and "Fifi" were officially courting, Y/N finally broke. The tears came hot and fast in her dorm room, quiet sobs muffled by her pillow.

A soft knock at her door made her hastily wipe her eyes. "Who is it?"

"It's me." Fiyero's voice was soft, uncertain.

She considered ignoring him but knew he wouldn't leave. Opening the door, she saw his face fall at her tear-stained cheeks.

"Sweet Oz, Y/N..."

"What do you want, Fiyero?"

Instead of answering, he stepped forward and kissed her. It was everything she'd dreamed of and nothing like she'd imagined. His lips were soft, desperate, tasting of mint and regret.

When they broke apart, both breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you. I've always loved you."

"Then why?" she whispered, voice breaking.

"I don't want to hurt Galinda. She's... fragile. We need to keep this quiet, just for a while."

Y/N stepped back, cold washing over her. "How long is a while?"

"I don't know," he admitted.

The words hit like physical blows. "So I'm supposed to watch you parade around with her? Pretend my heart isn't breaking every time she calls you 'Fifi'?"

"Please understand..."

"I understand perfectly," she said, voice hollow. "You want us both. But I won't be your secret, Fiyero. I deserve better than that."

The distance grew after that night. Y/N threw herself into her studies, avoiding the dining hall when she knew they'd be there. But she couldn't avoid seeing how Fiyero's gaze increasingly followed Elphaba - the same longing looks he used to give her.

One afternoon, after watching him stare after Elphaba in history class, Y/N felt the last piece of her heart crack. She'd lost him not once, but twice.

"Y/N, please," he caught up to her after class. "Talk to me."

"There's nothing left to say," she replied, fingering the locket she still wore. "You can't keep everyone happy, Fiyero. Sometimes you have to choose."

"I choose you," he said desperately. "I'll tell Galinda today, I promise."

She smiled sadly, unclasping the locket. "No, you won't. Because you're not that boy from the Vinkus anymore. And I'm not that girl who waited for your letters."

She pressed the locket into his palm, the metal warm from her skin. "Goodbye, Yero."

As she walked away, she heard him call after her, voice breaking: "I'm sorry."

But sorry wasn't enough to mend a heart broken three times over - once when he stopped writing, once when he chose Galinda, and once when his eyes found Elphaba. Some love stories, Y/N realized, were better left in childhood memories and pressed flowers in silver lockets.

[annemunson]

[kimseoung]

🥰

[kingoftieland]

How can Rogue kiss Gambit WITHOUT HURTING HIM??? 💋

[howifeltabouthim]

Turns out he felt neglected, Maira said. So, she said, why didn't he tell me?

Susan Minot, from Don't Be a Stranger

[deputydexter]

No context.

[theblueshark]

it’s so, so weird to have a friend who desperately wants a romantic relationship, cause they’re venting to you about how they need a relationship and you’re just like “cool but have you thought about living in the middle of the woods in a cabin??” Or it’s like “dude you’re talking like you’re a 26 year old on their second relationship and not a teenager with another crush”

[solember]