#if they are still together: break up with your boyfriend im bored!!!!;

[canonicallyanxious]

It's just so interesting to me that we haven't actually yet received a full commitment from the show on what the nature of Wen and Alan's relationship presently is. Obviously it exists and it's going to be complicated and messy as hell but why the completely nonchalant reactions from Wen's close loved ones? why does his dad not know whether they're still together or even his name? Is it going to be a situation where Jim like finds out about Alan and THINKS they're together and it brings up a lot of old trauma and miscommunication bw him and Wen but really Alan and Wen are still living together despite being separated? Or like maybe Wen has tried to break up with Alan before but for some reason hasn't managed to make it happen? But if that was the case how would he get the break up to stick like how we saw in the trailer with the Alan/Jim fight? And isn't the Occam's razor here simply that they actually are in a long term relationship and everything else is just overcomplicating it?? But also WHY the reactions from his dad and his friend???? And why would Wen himself be so chill about it when we can clearly see from his interactions with the other characters that he is capable of a lot of empathy and emotional intelligence and even had a lot of guilt/conflict over working for the company that wants to demo the chicken diner?????? I AM SO VEXED I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!

[lucvly]

i saw in ur matt bf headcanons thag he would love reader sitting on his lap so can u like make a story where they’re wit their friends or smth n the reader’s sitting on matt’s lap n she feels him get hard n like whispers “i hope what im feeling is ur keys” THEN LATER ON HE TAKES HER TO HIS ROOM N THEY FUCK! ☺️☺️ i hope that’s not confusing or anything

BLUE JEANS. ( matt sturniolo )

warnings › smut, exhibitionism if you squint, dirty talk, praise, slight consumption of alcohol, dom!matt (i’m a switch!matt truther guys please.)

author’s note › wrote this while listening to ldr 🤒 keep the reqs coming i have way too many but fuck it we ball !! also smut is definitely not my forte, bear with me.

› as much as you loved small get togethers with your closest friends, you weren’t sure your boyfriend and his brothers hosting one in their house was the smartest idea. you were wary of how the night would go, taking into consideration the fact that last time they hosted one of these get togethers nick and larray ended up playing beer pong on the kitchen counter, nearing a wasted state. but you still decided to attend and accompany your boyfriend, and you loved any occasion to dress up and spend time with your closest friends, so technically it was a win win situation for both of you.

showing up at their house, your doubts and wariness got pushed to the back of your head completely. your thoughts now shifting, wanting nothing more than to have a good time, some good conversations and spend time with your boyfriend and the presence of your closest friends.

“you look amazing.” you heard a voice that you could recognize anywhere as the door swung open carefully. “i’m sorry i couldn’t pick you up, princess. i had to help nick and chris put this whole thing together.”

as soon as he opened the door, a soft smile crept up onto your lips, analyzing his figure discreetly before even stepping a foot inside. he was the slightest bit sweaty, his hair messy, a lopsided smile plastered on his face as he gazed into your eyes, stepping closer to you, placing a greeting kiss on your lips as he took a hold of your waist with one hand, guiding you into the house, the other hand managing to softly close the door behind the two of you as you stepped in.

“that’s okay, you owe me though.” you teased, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, watching the smile on his face widen ever so slightly.

“fair enough.” he shrugged jokingly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he kept his arm wrapped around your waist, continuing to guide you inside.

the music was at a prudent volume, loud enough to not be able to hear anyone else’s conversations, but not soft enough as to where it became boring.

your friends were mostly all scattered across the living room, beanbags and couches filled with all your closest friends having closed conversations, laughing with red solo cups in their hands.

your boyfriend guided you towards the living room, settling one of the beanbags– and it was a given that you were sitting on his lap, his hands snaking to the sides of your waist, though one of them slid up to your stomach, rubbing up and down slightly as a gesture of comfort.

you struck up a conversation with nick who was sitting right next to you on the floor, he was telling you something about how he thought you and matt should get a room, and how he loved the skirt you were wearing today.

2:03 AM.

by the time the clock hit two in the morning, drowsiness started kicking in, though you were all in the middle of a very interesting game of truth or dare. currently madi was gasping at the names of every single one of nick’s exes, nick letting out possibly the loudest laugh.

you took the opportunity of this small break in the game to get a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s lap, considering you were starting to get a bit sleepy. you definitely underestimated how tricky getting comfortable in a beanbag would be, especially on your boyfriend’s lap. however, you started to shift your lower body, attempting to find a more comfortable position.

the hand that was on your waist tightened its grip ever so slightly, and the hand that was rubbing your stomach abruptly stopped its movements, a very faint noise coming out of matt’s mouth.

you were sure you were mistaken, probably the effect of the sleepiness that was starting to take over your body as you squirmed on his lap again, this time, hearing a low whisper, yet clear “fuck,” as matt attempted to play it off by clearing his throat.

you were still oblivious as to what was going through your boyfriend’s mind in that very moment, and you shifted your hips once more, finally finding a comfortable position on his lap, laying your head back on his shoulder for a bit more comfort.

this was all before you heard what you could definitely assure was a low groan from matt, followed up by both his hands resting at the sides of your hips now, gripping a bit tighter than usual. you started to feel something poking your thigh.

oh.

you slightly moved your head closer to his ear, lips close enough to softly whisper, “i hope what i’m feeling is your keys.” you spoke as you raised your eyebrows and laid your head back on his shoulder again.

“can’t help it when you’re moving like that.” he whispered back, forcing a soft laugh at some comment chris had made regarding one of the questions.

before you could even answer, your conversation was interrupted by madi, who, with a wide smile on her face, asked, “y/n, truth or dare.”

you thought for a second, though you had already mentally answered, because there was no way you were getting up when your boyfriend was gripping your hips like you’d run away at any second, and his boner was poking your inner thigh.

you teasingly sat up on matt’s lap before answering, forcing you to move your lower body again, which elicited a soft moan from him which he managed to play off as a cough. “hmm, truth.” you finally answered with a small smile, looking down at madi who was sitting right next to nick.

“hm, oh–” she paused before nick leaned over and whispered something to her followed by a fit of giggles from both of them. “where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

your boyfriend leaned his head back and loudly groaned. you could tell he was trying his best to continue playing, but the raging boner and this conversation was definitely not helping his case.

you gasped in disbelief and shifted once again to turn to look at him, causing him to let out a choked grunt he quickly covered up by clearing his throat.

“you told nick about that?!” you exclaimed, your tone filled with disbelief as your mouth was still open, in a gasping expression.

“nick, i swear to god.” your boyfriend answered, his tone being full of annoyance. he wanted nothing more but to leave, but to his dismay, he was hosting– and it would be rude to leave the guests unattended.

“do i even wanna know?” madi’s face contorted in disgust, shaking her head as nick patted her back im faux comfort.

“you don’t. trust me.” nick answered plainly, and madi required no further explanation to know that she probably shouldn’t have asked that question.

“whatever. i’m tired, i’m going to bed.” matt spoke, mainly to the rest of your friends who were still seated or laying down on the floor filled with pillows and blankets for more comfort.

“y/n, you staying?” chris asked, slightly raising his eyebrows in amusement at matt’s quick change of attitude.

“i’ll go with him, someone’s gotta take care of him.” you joked, knowing that this was definitely about to get on matt’s nerves. the double entendre was quick to affect matt, unbeknownst to anyone else except the two of you.

his hips slightly bucked up against your ass, a very low groan, almost a whimper, escaping his lips as you spoke, his hands holding onto the sides of your waist tightly, as if he were to let go, you would run away. you couldn’t deny the wetness starting to pool in your panties, a hint of redness showing up on your cheeks.

“agreed.” chris replied, though he was already distracted with another conversation madi and nick were having, incredibly loudly.

you were thankful they were all so distracted and caught up in their conversations that they couldn’t tell what was going on with you and your boyfriend. this allowed you to quickly stand up, your boyfriend standing right behind you to cover himself up, both of you making your way to his room as quickly as possible.

as soon as you walked through his bedroom door, he shut the door completely closed, quickly locking it, and before you could even let a single word out of your mouth, he was pushing you up against the wall, crashing his lips with yours, engulfing you in possibly the neediest kiss he’d ever given you. his hands were on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as your arms wrapped around his neck, reciprocating the kiss with equal force, your tongues fighting for dominance.

“god, i need you.” he managed to whisper in between kisses, his knee making its way between your legs, up all the way to your core, earning a low gasp of pleasure from you. “wanna make you feel good.” his hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, taking a shaky breath before asking, “can i?”

“yes, please,” you whined, shakily breathing as you stared into his eyes.

he wasted no time sliding your shirt off and skillfully undoing your bra as he leaned in for another passionate kiss, his hands sliding to cup your breasts, massaging them carefully as a loud moan escaped your lips. “matt–”

he knew you too well. he knew what you wanted without even having to voice it, and he followed your pleads, his hands moving down to undo your skirt, his gaze fixed on the way the skirt you were wearing hugged your curves so perfectly in a manner that made his cock twitch in his pants.

the skirt fell to the floor, revealing the lace panties that almost made matt cum in his sweatpants, a shaky breath eliciting from his mouth as he pulled your panties to the side, two fingers dipping down to rub your juices and spread them all over your cunt, preparing you for the stretch. “atta girl.” he whispered.

this earned a hiss and a low whimper from you, the cold metal from his rings contributing to the feeling of pleasure he was causing. you were sure your legs were going to give out, and your hands now lowered to hold onto his shoulders as your mouth was open agape, letting out shaky moans.

as soon as he felt you grip his shoulders tightly, he pushed two fingers into you, causing you to let out a loud moan and a whine of his name, making his cock twitch. he waited for a split second before starting to pump his fingers with ease, your wetness making it easier for him to slip in and out of you.

he was so focused on your expressions and your pleasure, watching your face contort with desire, your eyes rolling almost to the back of your head and your mouth open, letting out the prettiest sounds. it was priceless, he wouldn’t trade this moment for the whole world, knowing how good he could make you feel with just his fingers made his brain get hazy.

“you look so pretty like this,” he pumped his fingers in and out of you quickly, speeding up his movements as you whined and whimpered. it was starting to overwhelm you, everything about it. the coldness of his rings, the speed of his fingers, the whispered praise– before you knew it a knot was forming in the lower part of your stomach.

“i’m– fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you moaned out, already focusing on reaching your high, your hips grinding onto matt’s fingers for an extra sensation of pleasure– when all of the sudden, his movements stopped abruptly.

you could’ve sworn you almost let out a loud cry, a small whine escaping your lips as you held onto his shoulders as tight as possible, your legs slightly shaking. “please,”

“i need you to cum all over my cock,” his words sent a shiver down your spine, making you even wetter if that was physically possible, a blush rising to your cheeks despite the position you were currently in.

your lips connected once again in a hungry kiss, both of you making your way towards his bed as he broke the kiss for a second to take off his shirt, quickly kissing you again with desperation. you laid back onto his bed, almost all the way back, barely reaching the headboard, not once breaking the kiss.

he pulled back for a moment to take off his sweatpants and his boxers, not very mindful of where they were going to end up— all he wanted was to feel your cunt swallow his dick whole, and that was evident with the way his dick sprung up to his stomach, already leaking precum.

you could never get used to his size, and the mere sight of his dick springing up to his stomach made you squirm, almost drooling.

“shit, look at what you do to me, princess.” he spoke in a low tone, pumping himself a few times before leaning down close to you, lining himself up with your entrance before finally pushing himself inside, earning an almost pornographic moan from you as your hands moved to his back, your fingernails digging into his skin as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.

after a quick moment he started moving with small grunts and groans, pushing himself in and out of you, almost abusing your cunt with the pace he was going at– your moans echoed through the room, loud cries of his name being heard as he pumped his dick into you.

“please, matt–” you whined loudly, digging your nails further into his skin as he thrusted even rougher, a dragged out groan coming from his lips.

“i know baby, let go, i got you.” he cut you off by pressing his lips onto yours, sharing a sweet yet desperate kiss as one of his hands reached down to your clit, using two fingers to stimulate you even further by rubbing at a speedy pace. “c’mon, let go angel.”

“i– fuck,” you cried out, the knot in the pit of your stomach finally coming undone with a loud moan of your boyfriend’s name, your nails scratching his back, leaving him with a burning sensation he was sure was going to leave marks by the next day.

“that’s it,” he praised, continuing his thrusts as you only managed the whine at the overstimulation, feeling his thrusts get sloppier as his breaths started to become uneven and unsteady. he thrusted even rougher a few more times before finally releasing inside of you with a loud groan, collapsing beside you on his bed, both of you attempting to catch your breath for a second.

you laid in comfortable silence for no longer than a minute before matt spoke up, “i’m gonna go run a bath for us, okay?” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up.

“sounds amazing.”

[rafayelism]

3AM ; ex!wriothesley x fem!reader

(´• ω •`) | modern au where wriothesley is drunk. and your ex. so why is he at your dorm at 3AM?

skincare, cuddles, fluff, angst if you squint

clorinde 2:56 AM: back together with wriothesley already?

clorinde 2:56 AM: that was fast

you 2:57 AM: WDYM???!??!?!?!? im so over him

you 2:57 AM: why? 

clorinde is typing… 

you 2:58 AM: don’t tell me… he’s at the door again?

clorinde 3:00 AM: yep. said he’s here for his girlfriend

you 3:01 AM: DONT LET HIM IN

clorinde reacted with Whoops!

you 3:02 AM: tell him im almost home…

wriothesley is drunk. he’s slumped on your pink fuzzy toilet cover, eyes fluttering closed as you lean in the bathroom doorway. 

“didn’t we break up?” you ask, laughing at the way he perks up at your voice, his hands encircling your waist as you step in between his legs. 

“somethin’ like that,” he slurs, fingers curling around your waist, “but you always do my skincare before bed.”

you brush his hair out of his eyes, pinning his bangs back with a sparkly kuromi clip, ignoring the way he melts into your touch. you bite your lip and sigh as you wipe his face with a damp washcloth. his pretty blue eyes bore into yours as he scans your features. 

“haven’t seen you in a week. why didn’t you respond to my texts?” he asks, cocking his head.

“hold still, wriothesl-”

“wrio.” he interrupts, grip tightening around your waist. “it’s wrio to you.”

you laugh, tilting his chin up, nails grazing against his neck as he complains about ‘those damn acrylics’. 

“okay, wrio,” you smile, rubbing essence into his t-zone. “isn’t that a nickname reserved for girlfriends only?” 

a beat of silence. he looks confused. “you are my girlfriend?”

you tap his bottom lip and he puckers them obediently, eyebrows furrowed as you apply a thin coat of cherry chapstick. “nope,” you say, patting his cheeks. “you broke up with me last week.”

“why would i ever break up with you?” he asks incredulously, wincing as you apply cool lotion on his eye bags. they look darker than usual, you note, gentle with your touch as your fingers linger. 

“something about me distracting you from school,” you say. “you said you were too in love with me.” 

“i would never-” 

“listen, wrio,” you sigh, a finger on his lips as you silence him. “i don’t know. maybe you need some time away from me.”

wriothesley bites at your finger in retaliation and you yelp in surprise. 

“ow! motherfucker,” you mutter, flicking his chin. “some ex you are.” 

wriothesley ignores you, standing up from his position on your pink toilet. he’s sobered up now. “boyfriend,” he corrects, towering over you as you squint up at him. 

“you broke up with me.”

he bends down to press his forehead to the crevice of your neck, mumbling into your chest. “then will you be my girlfriend?” 

“you’re drunk.” you reply, hands reaching up to play with his hair. “we’ll talk about this tomorrow, wriothesley.”

“it’s wrio,” he whines again. “be my girlfriend.” 

“tomorrow,” you sigh, shuffling the two of you over to your twin bed. “we’ll talk tomorrow.” 

“will you say yes tomorrow?” he asks, curling into your side as you crawl under the blankets. 

“maybe.” you mutter. 

“not sleeping until you say yes.” 

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “okay. sure. yes.” 

he’s out like a light, snores light as you sigh into his hair. it’s not long until your eyes flutter shut as well. 

clorinde 10:08 AM : One Attachment

clorinde 10:09 AM : cute

clorinde 10:09 AM: back together?

you 10:10 AM: yep…

[icypenguin]

★~ Lyney headcanons part 2!

you guys really seem to like the other one.. so now im gonna make a headcanon but its quite different from the other one. enjoyy!

- the first time he saw you was at one of his show. when you both locked eyes together he stared at you in awe but you didn’t notice anything and break the eye contact.

- maybe.. sometimes.. he will include you in his show! so everyone will know that you’re his and he is yours.

- your first date was a dinner date. he gave you flowers by doing one of his cool magic tricks!

- well- if you’re living with him. you’ll see him doing his magic tricks on repeat! (you’ll probably get bored of it soon but yknow he has a way to intertain you…)

- if lyney loves you, lynette and freminet will too! you will sometime take freminet from his diving lesson and have tea party with lynette!

- lyney likes to cuddle, duhh! he loves your affection and in private he is pretty clingy. so don’t be suprised when a human koala is clinging on to you when you wake up.

- he doesn’t want anyone to take you away from him. you’re his dearest and he will cherish you with all his heart.

~ small drabble ~

you woke up out of your slumber, feeling thirsty. you tried to move but you didn’t know what made you stopped doing so. you turned your head to the left and saw your lovely boyfriend in his pyjamas clinging to you. you chuckled at this state and tried to carefully move from him, without waking him. but that didn’t come to a fortunate luck, your boyfriend stirred in his slumber and opened his eyes. “y-y/n..? where are you goinggg?” he whined, clinging on to you again. “darling i just need to get a drink-“ you looked at him while he was still clinging on to you. “nooo… stayy!” he whined again. basically begging for you to stay and not leave him. well.. he can be a bit dramatic but you didn’t mind. “please? i promise after i’ll get my drink you can cling to me as much as you want!” and with just a promise he nods his head and lets go of you. in the end, after you got your drink, he slumped on top of you. you didn’t really mind as you couldn’t do anything. he was already asleep. snoring quietly.

~~~

thankyou for reading! sorry if this is ooc but i hope you guys really enjoyed it just like the first part! advices are always accepted thankyou!

[cafelattaes]

death by a thousand cuts | njm

summary : in which you find yourself watching as jaemin gradually becomes out of reach; forcing you to confront the painful reality that your story is heading towards an inevitable end, even if you’re not ready to admit it.

pairing : jaemin x fem! reader

genre : college au, angst

word count : 2.5k

playlist : the last time, you’re losing me, sad beautiful tragic

in your dimly lit room, the blue light from your phone screen cast a cold hue as you stared at the last message you received from jaemin. you had been seeing the same words for what felt like an eternity, as if they were mocking you, each repetition intensifying the sense of heartache and resignation you felt.

'i’ll be right back'

you let out a heavy sigh, carrying the burden of disappointment and frustration. a week had passed in the blink of an eye, and his silence felt louder than ever. you were stuck in a cycle of waiting, hoping things would change with each passing moment.

jaemin’s words had become an echo of broken promises. it wasn't the first time, but the disappointment still hurt. you glanced at the screen, feeling a mix of emotions. the exhaustion of always being the only one begging for effort and acknowledgement bore down on you. with a heavy heart, you set your phone down, facing the reality that you needed to let go of the relationship that no longer served you.

paper cuts had turned into gashes. the resentment over small things, continuously dismissed thinking they weren't significant enough, had boiled over, sending you to your gradual demise.

FIVE MONTHS AGO

'hey jaem, are you doing something right now? i miss you :('

‘i’m sorry, baby. i'm not done with my cases and research yet. also we’re studying for upcoming exams’

‘oh, okay. no worries! make sure to get enough rest when you’re home.’

‘you too, love’

a twinge of sadness and disappointment crept into your heart. while you understood the gravity of jaemin's aspirations and the difficult nature of dating a medical student, the challenges of your on-and-off relationship lingered. this was the longest you had gone through with jaemin without breaking up. resisting the urge to let past grievances resurface, you chose to keep most of your emotions to yourself, knowing that voicing them out was not going to make anything better and would only add to his stress. you didn't want to burden jaemin with your feelings or ignite conflicts during a time where his focus needed to be on his studies.

you busied yourself by scrolling through your phone and randomly navigating your friends' instagram stories. jeno's post grabbed your attention, featuring a group picture that included your boyfriend. however, your focus shifted when you noticed eunbin among the faces. her connection with jaemin as his childhood friend, as well as her evident feelings for him even before you entered the picture, weighed on your mind. you felt a bit uneasy thinking about the situation. you wondered if her being around might bring back unresolved feelings or make things even more complicated for you and jaemin.

you tossed your phone on the bed, redirecting your attention to something else to shake off the sudden drop in mood. even though you didn't want to feel jealous of eunbin, it was hard not to. she liked your boyfriend and confessed to him before you got together. despite his reassurances and the clear boundaries he set, a pang of jealousy still remained. you had to accept eunbin's role as one of his closest friends, a constant presence in his life. there was not much you could do to change it.

after a long day of busying yourself to focus more on your academic life, you felt your phone buzz with a text message from jaemin.

‘hey! are you free today? let’s go on a date :) i miss you a lot.’

‘sorry, im too tired to go out these days. i just want to rest after spending so much time studying’

‘oh no baby :( it’s fine. do you want anything? we can just stay and laze around all day in your place instead. but only if you want to’

‘okay’

an hour later, you heard a buzz at your door, and there was jaemin, wearing a smile and holding some of your favorite snacks. you took them from him as he settled into your place. while you prepared the food, jaemin came up from behind, giving you a hug and planting a gentle kiss on the back of your head. he then rested his chin on your shoulder.

"we don't see each other a lot these days. i missed you so much," your heart tightened, a sudden rush of longing and sadness enveloping you. you missed him a lot too. since you got back together, you've been suppressing a lot of your thoughts to avoid another breakup. however, the past few months have been challenging, and you felt like even the smallest thing might cause you to break down emotionally.

“i missed you too,” you whispered in reply.

jaemin was not clueless. you've been together for more than two years and he could easily sense if there was something off about you. he noticed that you began to distance yourself from him. your responses to his messages were brief and dry, picking up on the growing disconnection. he, too, was afraid to bring it up, opting to ignore the underlying problems that had been bothering both of you for a while. he would rather pretend as if everything was fine than risk a conversation and face the possibility of losing you again.

he feared that if you two were to break up once more, it might truly be the end. a sharp stab of pain coursed through his chest with that thought.

THREE MONTHS AGO

you were starting to fall asleep when your peace was suddenly interrupted by your phone ringing. noticing it was a call from mark, you answered.

‘mark?’

‘hey, y/n, sorry to bother you. can you pick jaemin up?’

‘huh? where?’

‘we’re at a bar right now, i’ll text you the address. i can’t bring all of us home and i also drank a little. hope you don’t mind.’

‘yeah, it’s fine. i’ll be on my way.’

‘thanks y/n.’

you left your place once you received the address from mark. you arrived at the bar a little later, scanning the place for the familiar group of guys. you spotted mark, struggling to separate himself from haechan's grasp.

“hey.”

“oh, y/n, you’re here.” jeno waved at you. “jaemin, your girlfriend’s here.” jeno shook him violently, prompting him to get up.

“y/n, did you know? jaemin said that you’ve been-“ haechan groaned in pain as mark slapped his back to stop him from talking.

“you guys should go. jaemin is dead drunk, he almost fell asleep on the bathroom.”

“alright, we’re off. you guys take care on your way home.” you bid farewell to them as you held jaemin for support.

the night air was cool as you stepped outside, hailing for a cab. after some effort, you managed to get him inside, settling into the backseat. jaemin was mostly asleep on the ride home. despite some difficulty getting him out and bringing him to your place, you eventually managed to settle him on the couch. you took off his shoes before getting a damped towel and offering him a glass of water.

“jaemin, do you need anything?” you asked him quietly while wiping his face with the towel. he was silent for a while as you helped him into a more comfortable position.

“you’ve been spending a lot of time with eric,” he murmured. you raised your eyebrows in confusion. you’ve only seen the guy twice this week for some club related-activities.

“stop seeing him, or he might get the wrong idea.”

oh.

jaemin had mentioned before that he didn't like eric, claiming that whenever you two took a break, the latter guy saw it as an opportunity to make a move on you. however, jaemin misinterpreted eric's intention, being one of your friends who comforted you during your breakups. while he hinted at liking you at some point, he respected your boundaries and never attempted to cross the line. all your friends knew that jaemin was the center of your world, even at times when you were supposed to forget about him.

“we’ll talk about that tomorrow when you’re sobered up. you need to get some rest now.” you said, standing up to get him a pillow and a blanket. however, he held your wrist, pulling you back to sit on the couch.

“you’ve changed…” he uttered out of the blue, and a sigh escaped your lips. jaemin had a tendency to ramble when he was drunk. it seemed best to let him express whatever was on his mind.

"you used to make time for me, no matter how busy you got. you always found a way for us to spend time together, even when i was swamped with tasks. but now... you're not as affectionate as before and it feels like you love me a little less. you don't get mad, and you don't seem to care even when i try to ignore you on purpose to get your attention. are you getting sick of me?"

your breath shuddered at his sudden confession. it seemed like the first time jaemin was the first to address your situation while being completely honest about his feelings. it never even crossed your mind that he was ignoring you intentionally. up until now, you had always been the one initiating the difficult conversations. every time you bared your soul, hoping jaemin would make things right, it often ended up having the opposite effect. despite his attempts to take your feelings into consideration and provide solace and affirmations, the impact seemed to fade after a few days, leaving you feeling unheard. eventually, you started to question yourself if you were maybe asking for too much. so you stopped trying, which was the turning point that led to your last breakup.

when jaemin asked to get back together, you couldn't bring yourself to refuse, just like all those times you had taken him back before. despite of the emotional turmoil in your relationship, your love for jaemin remained unwavering. being with him, even with the fights and his occasional neglect, felt a thousand times better than not being with him at all. but now, you weren't sure if you could still bear the pain that came with loving him. a sense of uncertainty settled heavily in your heart, feeling a lump formed in your throat.

“you can’t blame me for getting tired when it feels like i’m the only one trying,” your tears began to flow freely, feeling overwhelmed as all your frustrations and hurt hit you all at once. “you keep saying you love me, but your actions say otherwise. i’ve grown sick of showing my love while not seeing you put in the same effort as i do. sometimes, i want to ask if you still love me the way you once did. because if there’s anyone who changed, jaemin, it’s you. you stopped trying the moment our relationship became too comfortable.” you wiped your tears, the sound of muffled sobs echoing in the silence.

“you have no idea how much i’ve been bottling up my feelings. the pain that has built over these years of being with you is suffocating. i want to let out my frustrations, scream at you, and demand your attention, especially when you seem to have time for everyone else but me. even though i know how busy you can get, i can't help but find it unfair, because for you, i would drop everything. i’ve been keeping count of all the times you claimed to be too occupied to be there for me when i needed you the most, only for me to find out that you were hanging out with your friends. your world doesn’t have to revolve around me, but i just want to feel that i still hold a place in your life.”

jaemin's glassy eyes remained fixed on you. even in his intoxicated state, he became acutely aware of all the things he had done wrong in the relationship and the impact it had on you. he had always played it safe, choosing to overlook the signs and letting you suffer on your own. he didn't realize the gravity of the damage he had inflicted on the person he claimed to love. it broke his heart taking in how far he had allowed things to go. with tears streaming down his face, his hand reached out for you.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel that way… i’m sorry for everything,” he whispered in remorse, drawing you into his arms. closing his eyes, he kissed your forehead tenderly as a silent plea for forgiveness. his chest felt heavy with the weight of regret as the painful reality sank in. he wished he could shelter you from every mistake he had ever made.

“i don’t want your apology. i just want us to go back to the way things were before.” your words carried the weight of longing for the happiness that once defined your relationship.

but the air was thick with unspoken truth. you both knew, that no matter what happens now, the two of you can no longer return to how things used to be.

PRESENT

three weeks had passed since the last time you and jaemin spoke. despite sharing tears together that night he got drunk, not much had changed. jaemin became cautious, and you were left wondering whether he would do something to alter the state of your relationship, considering you already said your piece. yet, it appeared that both of you had silently acknowledged the reality that there was little you could do, having allowed things to reach a point beyond saving.

you found yourselves in a tug-of-war, each waiting for the other to end the relationship. however, you hoped he would be the one to pull the trigger this time, because he never made an attempt to ask you to stay. if you were the one to do it, you feared weakness might overcome you if he were to return again. so, you wished for him to take the decisive step to allow you to truly feel that everything was over for both of you. yet, deep down, a small part of you remained hopeful that he would defy your expectations and fight for what was left.

but even when it came down to it, jaemin couldn't muster the courage to call it quits. in your mind, you were begging him not to leave you like this. after everything you had been through together, he couldn't possibly walk away without saying anything.

but as the hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, the truth of the matter set in; you must move on to the next phase of your life without reaching a conclusion to the final chapter of your story. until the very end, jaemin couldn't find the words to cut the ties that bound you. instead, he chose the easy way out, one that was hard only for you, leaving behind a heartbreak that time alone couldn't mend and abandoning you to tend to the pieces of your shattered self.

you were left with no choice but to miss him for the rest of your life, each passing moment a reminder of the void he left behind.

[heartsoji]

"i'm sure. i promise."

suna rintaro x reader

summary: you're feeling a little insecure about you and rin's relationship. but who could blame you? you're at a party with a bunch of people you don't know and your boyfriend is catching up with an "old friend." that would be fine except for the fact that this so-called "old friend" is his ex and looks like she came out of a magazine.

hurt to comfort so its kinda angsty ig?? but not rly bc my heart can't take it lol

warnings: insecurities, body image, post time skip, mentions of alcohol

a/n: THIS IS MY WORK! TRANSFERRED FROM MY OLD ACC

a/n pt. 2: i wrote this at like 1am bc i woke up and this is low-key inspired by the dream i had hehe bc u should always follow ur dreams 😀👍

this. was. the worst.

to give a brief overview, you were at a club with at least a bajillion people because your boyfriend told you that it would be a "fun new experience." he gave you a kiss on the forehead upon seeing that you were nervous and the two of you walked in together.

now, you were sitting at the bar by yourself watching as another girl flirted with your boyfriend.

you were filled in on the backstory earlier. she went to inarizaki and she and suna dated for their first year and a small part of their second year of high school. she then had to move to the united states (specifically los angeles) and they ended up breaking up.

you had transferred to inarizaki in the middle of your second year, and you and suna started dating 3/4 through your third year, so you had never met her before. your classmates had never mentioned her before either. and when suna introduced you to the girl as his girlfriend, she shot you the nastiest glare before smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

anyways, one thing led to another, and they got so caught up in chatting that they hadn't noticed how bored you were, nor had they noticed when you silently walked away.

after taking another sip of your drink, you let your eyes wander to the two of them.

a fatal mistake.

she was beautiful. no, stunning. no, show-stopping-looks-like-she-just-stepped-out-of-the-front-page-of-a-magazine-absolute-drop-dead-gorgeous was probably more accurate.

she was wearing a tiny black figure-hugging bodycon dress with a cutout just above her chest that looked amazing on her beautiful hourglass figure. she had platinum blond hair that was pulled up into a long high ponytail, big grey eyes, and shiny, clear skin.

you looked down at your own figure. then at hers. then back at yours. then hers.

though you knew it wouldn't do any good, your mind began to wander.

are these the kinds of girls rin likes?

she's so beautiful.. her waist is so tiny

i wish i could be half as pretty as her

what if rin still likes her?

what if rin doesn't actually love me..?

you knew that you needed to stop. you decided to slip out to get some fresh air.

you sat down on a bench at the park across the street (don't question why a place where children play is directly across from a club. just don't mention it) and inhaled the cool air. you were so relieved to be out of that club. so relieved that your eyelids began to feel heavy.

you awoke to a string of "ping! ping! ping!" rubbing your eyes sleepily, you opened your phone to see who would be texting you so urgently.

rinnie <3: where'd u go

rinnie <3: where r u

rinnie <3: hey bb where'd u go

rinnie <3: bubs?

rinnie <3: hey r u mad at me

rinnie <3: what did i do

rinnie <3: im sorry

rinnie <3: ok srsly where r u

rinnie <3: r u ok

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

rinnie <3: no srsly im actually worried where did u go

rinnie <3: BABE

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

There are 83 more messages from rinnie &lt;3. Click to continue!

oops.

you: sorry babe

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

you: i went outside for some fresh air

you: im at the park across the street

the club doors swing open and see your boyfriend's head furiously whipping around, trying to find you. when he sees you, he sprints over to where you're sitting.

"sorry babe." you apologize. "i didn't mean to worry you." you had never seen him look so frantic before.

"so you mean to say.." he starts before pausing to catch his breath, "that you thought that leaving without telling me and not responding to my texts wouldn't worry me?"

"i'm sorry." you say, before adding on a quick and quiet "to be fair though, you were having such a great time with ms. los angeles model that i didn't think that you would notice."

though it was quiet and muttered under your breath, suna heard it loud and clear. he sighed.

"look, we didn't break up because she was moving. we broke up because i was sick and tired of her nasty attitude. i just didn't want to be rude and say that in front of her. the only thing that's changed about her is that she's learned how to put a smile mask over her disgusting personality. a really phony one that's made out cling wrap with a sharpie smile and a bow."

you giggled slightly at this.

"look," he says softly, lifting up your chin to look you in the eyes. "you're the only one that i love. i promise, ok? you're so beautiful and sweet and it's crazy to me that god finally decided to give me some help and give me a chance with you."

he gave you a small smile.

"i love you, y/n. i love you so, so much."

and with that, he swooped you up in his arms bridal style and started walking.

"WOAH- rin where are we going?"

"home."

"but it'll take a while to walk home from here. shouldn't we just uber like we did here?"

"walking gives me more time to be close to you and talk to you."

"but you'll be walking while simultaneously holding me for a while."

he blinked. "i play professional volleyball. if you think that i can't take a walk home with my girlfriend in my arms, i'd honestly be pretty offended."

"right."

there was a brief moment of silence between the two of you.

"i'm sorry if i made you feel sad today, bubs. i love you so so much and i'll stop at nothing to make sure that you know that."

you smiled softly.

"that's what i like to see." he said, peppering ticklish kisses onto your neck to make you giggle a little.

"rin! stahahap-!" you giggle, trying to scrunch up and protect your neck.

"your laugh and smile are the two most precious things in the world."

you and rin talked the rest of the way home and he kept reminding you of how much he loved you.

when you finally got home, you asked him one final question.

"rin, are you sure that there's no more chemistry going on between you and ms. los angeles model?"

he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sure. i promise."

[runa-falls]

Ok so I've been playing with Mel's Mafia Jake AI and it got me thinking about what Miguel would be like for some reason??? Dude's half Irish so like, maybe he's a boss in the Irish mob. Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? So he goes about his life, about his business, runs his side of things well. He's lonely at the top but he ignores it, doesn't think anyone else would understand the pressure that's on him...

Until he meets you.

It's some celebration (maybe St. Patrick's Day or something idk) and he sees you across the room/bar/whatever and you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. So he does and you hit it off from the get go. You're smart, witty, funny, sexy...just the whole package. He's basically in love, okay?

Then a boss (maybe a rival heheee 👀) from another city or section (or whatever idk how they divide the city up tbh lmao maybe I should've done more research 😭) comes up and he finds out: you're his wife/girlfriend and it's just like a punch in the gut for him. He's devastated. He's never ever wanted anything anyone else had that he couldn't take...until you. Youre kinda bummed too, you really enjoyed the time you spent with Miguel, and you (honestly) aren't a huge fan of your husband/boyfriend (maybe he's an idiot or just a dick idk).

But you guys keep running into each other, and the feelings between you keep growing, until the tension breaks and you hook up with him at another get together (he takes you against a wall, fast and hard, his hand over your mouth because you're moaning as he pushes inside, the stretch of him divine and he buries his face in your neck, his cock spearing in and out of your wet heat in sloppy, hard thrusts. You're both coming in minutes, his spend dripping out of you and down your legs. The sight is almost enough to make him take you again).

After, you both say it was a mistake, that you can't do this again, it won't end well. But neither of you can help it, sneaking off to meet up in random places so no one catches you (except that one time it happened in your bed 🫢). And and and.... yeah. 🫣

I'M SO. SORRY SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED TODAY

OK FIRST, EVERYONE CHECK OUT THIS FAN ART BY @darkfoxkirin -- the mafia!mig of MY DREAMS

PLS WHITNEY:

Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? -> i could literally imagine him sitting on a throne, bored as fuck like 😒 damn this SUCKS lolll

He's lonely at the top -> PLEASE THIS IS GIVING THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING BUT IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH -- I NEED HIM AHH

you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. -> the moment™️ KILLS ME LOLL, but YES a love or lust at first sight (spoiler, its both). not only does he need to talk to you, he needs you.

But you guys keep running into each other...-> HEY THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPPH, YOU DIDN'T NEED TO DO ME LIKE THAT 0-0, IM MELTING BRUV -- AND THEY KEEP MEETING 🫠

---

ok so imagine that he's getting pressured to marry someone because as the boss, he's expected to have an heir to keep the business in the family.

he agrees to meet up with some aristocratic women just to get his advisors off his ass. it's not like he's taking them home or anything, he's merely meeting them at one of the clubs he owns or getting some dinner.

of course, during one of these 'dates' he bumps into you and your husband.

looks like he's not the only one trying to keep a low profile during the affair.

even though your two gangs are rivals, your husband politely greets miguel (though anyone within a 5 mile radius can hear the venom that simmers below his words).

"Mr. O'Hara, what a surprise to see you here..." you roll your eyes at the dick measuring contest. men can be so --

"Likewise."

miguel doesn't even look at him, barely even acknowledges his existence with his murmured reply. he's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress and the necklace that sits against your chest. he gave you it a few weeks ago, the last time he could get you alone.

he tries to catch your eye but you're not looking back at him, you're looking at the girl who clings to his arm.

both of you barely register that your husband is still talking, eyes devouring the woman who's clearly confused by the tension in the restaurant.

"...and who is this lovely thing?"

"this? oh, this is m..." damn, he forgot. SHIT, he literally just read her file in the car before picking her up. this may not be a real date, but he's not a dick!

she saves him the embarrassment, "I'm Melissa, nice to meet you." she offers a hand, expecting a handshake, but your husband takes it for a kiss. gross. even melissa look weirded out.

"So you're finally out in the field again?"

miguel looks at you warily, but you've been avoiding his eyes during this whole interaction.

"You could say that."

"Good for you." your husband reaches out and holds your hands in his from across the small round table, "It's about time us bachelors settle down."

miguel's jaw clenches, watching how uncomfortable you are being touched by him. "Sure. Look it was great catching up, but me and Melinda have a table waiting."

[yoonsdoll]

[ 19 : 53 ] - lsm

content : bf!dk x gn!reader ; fluff , comfort , drabble ; 0.6k words warnings : pet names (dk uses the term 'sweetheart') - you and seokmin come back from a date, just to spend more time together an : this was a little rushed but i wanted to write about boyfriend dk lols

[ 19 : 53 ]

‘seokmin, you should have let me pay this time’ you huffed as you walked into the dark lit house, seokmin right behind you, admiring the way you relax as soon as you step into the small home you both found just a few months prior.

‘you know ill never let you pay as long as im with you’ he chuckled sweetly in response, taking off his shoes and coat, placing them neatly at the entrance as he knew how much you hated the sight of a mess; especially in the morning once you woke up, ruining your mood. you both just returned from a (dinner) date, one that he promises you every week, a day where nothing gets in the way between you two. a day where you swear all your stress can go away for a moment and a day where he gets to treat you to as many things you'd like just to see the smile on your face - which he claims to be his favourite sight. ‘are you tired?’ he softly asks as he walks towards the kitchen, ‘i was thinking… lets have a movie night?’ you were a little tired, but theres no way you would ever miss a movie night with your boyfriend, especially when you knew it would just end up with you falling asleep in his arms, and him falling asleep not long after you too. you nodded to the request as your cheeks tinted a light pink colour just thinking about it all, about him. you never knew how you got so lucky to get a boyfriend like seokmin, one who listens to all your needs and struggles and doesnt expect anything in return (but of course, you provide the same comfort to him), a boyfriend that reminds you how much you mean to him, leaving no space for any worries that you may ever have. and he thought the same about you too, he waited for nights like these to snuggle up close to you, to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, melting his own hardships away. the fact you were now his, absolutely blew him away considering he was nervously asking his best friends, seungkwan and soonyoung, how to ask you out, all just under a year ago. before you knew it, seokmin was already sitting on the couch with you, putting on a movie on netflix and passing you the bowl full of salted popcorn, holding a cup of tea that he was waiting to give you. you ended up ‘watching’ the truman show, mostly paying attention to seokmin, how he looked at you so dearly and the way his smile lines showed so prominently when he smiled looking at you. 

‘i love you so much’ you slipped out suddenly as you looked at him, his attention on the tv breaking to look at you. you always managed to make his cheeks a little redder, even from a few words that you tell each other everyday. it was silly, the way you were dating for months now but you still managed to make him feel like that. it felt like he could never get bored of your pretty face or your tired voice in the mornings, never get bored of moments like these, never get bored of you. he opened up his arms for you to rest in, his heart practically overflowing with happiness.

‘i love you so much more sweetheart’

[notiddygxthgf]

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 !

synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)

pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader

content warning: smut, prn with plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, waka is a FREAK, MDNI!

word count: 5.4k

author's note: im not gonna say nothing but... I was ovulating. be warned. (keep those comments coming though yall give me motivation to keep writing.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight

TAKEOMI THREW HIS HEAD BACK, chest jumping with the force of his laughter. A stray hair fell into his face, breaking his otherwise flawless facade. You had to admit; seeing him like this was a rare treat. 

“Oh, Shit,” he sighed, wiping a tear away from his eye. “Shit, man, that’s funny.”

You glanced over at the other side of the room. There was a little bar hidden away in the corner that was being tended by a pretty blonde woman. Wakasa and Shinichiro sat in front of it, immersed in conversation. Shin had his back turned to you. Wakasa was facing the woman at the bar, chin poised on his hand. There was something about the way he gazed at her, the way you could practically hear the sweet nothings melting off his tongue like warm butter from here that made you green with envy.

You knew it was obsessive – but still, you couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about you. The two were close, to your knowledge. There was no doubt in your mind that he already knew what had happened between you and Wakasa.

It didn’t seem to bother him nearly as much as it had been bothering you. No, of course, it didn’t. He wasn’t the one who stepped out.

But, still, something in the way his hand brushed hers as he reached for the beverage in her hand – and lingered for a moment too long – that had you squirming in your chair. 

As if he had sensed you thinking about him, Wakasa’s half-lidded eyes shifted their attention from the female bartender to you. He swished the amber-colored liquid around in his glass before flashing you an all-knowing grin.

Stop it, you had to remind yourself, shaking the thoughts from your head. Behave.

A well-timed distraction came in the form of your boyfriend’s hand over your shoulder. You found yourself whipping your head back around.

“She’s a doll, isn’t she?” Takeomi had been saying. “Tell them, baby, how long have we been together now?”

And there he was again, boasting of you to his business partners like you were some sort of trophy. 

Still, you put on that fake smile again and you answered happily, “Six years.”

Keizo Arashi whistled. Like Wakasa, he had a certain distaste for formal events. This was reflected in his choice of attire – a white tank top, a gold chain, and a pair of black pants. “Shit, that’s a long time to be with a boring fucker like you.”

The few men around you began to laugh.

“Beats having no one,” Takeomi retorted.

Cue the comedic ‘oo’s.

Benkei gestured toward one of the female waitresses that had been circling the room. “Another round of shots, please – Tequila,” He called. “I can’t talk to this man sober.”

Takeomi laughed again. You felt the noise shake you.

You felt Wakasa come up behind the lot of you. He and Shinichiro took a seat across from you this time, choosing to perch on the smaller couch on the other side of the table – facing you. 

“What about you, Waka?” Your boyfriend asked. It was a harmless question, truly, but you couldn’t help but tense up at his words. “You seeing anyone?”

You peered over at him. It would look too suspicious if you averted eye contact, seeing as everyone else seemed to be awaiting his answer.

Please don’t, you pleaded internally. All it would take was one slip-up before this whole shindig came crashing down. One slip-up.

Wakasa’s eyes didn’t quite meet yours. He dragged his index finger over the lip of his glass rather tentatively. “You could say that.”

Seeing someone?

That piqued your interest. You knew you obviously weren’t the only one Wakasa had been seeing; that would be incomprehensibly naive of you. Hell, he’d flirted with one of the workers tonight right in front of you. 

But, still, seeing someone? Did that mean you had only been rebound?

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Wakasa probably had multiple pretty girls wondering the same thing about him – wondering naively if they, too, were the only ones.

“You’re always seeing someone,” Takeomi slurred. His tone was humorous, but you could feel that there was something deeper he wasn’t explicitly saying. 

Who is this someone? You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.

The group laughed again. Wakasa chuckled as well, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. – his eyes remained poised on the deep-colored drink that sat untouched, balanced on his palm.

He ran his tongue between his plush lips, bringing the drink up and taking a few sips. “I think this one might be different,” he mused after a brief pause. Setting the glass down on his thigh, he brought his gaze up from the floor and looked at you. His gaze was intense, burning hot, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw his pretty eyes darken. “Haven’t been able to get her out of my head.”

Your eyes traced the length of his tatted forearms up to his neck, and then further up to his lips. When you met his passionate gaze, you felt your heart squeeze almost painfully. 

He’s looking at me.

He’s looking right at me. What does that mean?

“The White Leopard,” Benkei remarked. “Pussywhipped. Never thought I’d see the day.”

Thankfully, Takeomi had been too busy looking for the waitress to take much interest in the conversation. A quick glance back at him revealed that the waitress was making her way back over to the table with a tray of drinks in hand.

“Your drinks,” She said. Bending over slightly, she set 6 glass cups on the table. 

Does he feel the same way?

It didn’t matter. You were a taken woman.

You looked up from the table. Your eyes met Waka’s. Maybe it was the light playing tricks on you, but it seemed as if he was wondering the same thing.

You sat alone in a booth with blue cushions, ones which matched the lights flickering down upon the dance floor. You didn't know the name of the song that was playing, but you liked it. The group you were in had moved downstairs. You were still in what was considered to be a VIP area, just closer to all of the real action.

Takeomi had been too drunk to notice your behavior – you knew that. Yet, still, there was this nagging anxiety that had you rethinking everything.

"So, I gotta ask," Began Shinichiro. “What did you do for a living before you met Take here?”

You shrugged for the millionth time that evening, reaching for your glass of merlot. Swishing the deep red liquid around in your glass, you took a sip. “I was a University Student.”

Shin’s eyes widened. “No shit, for real? What was your major?”

You took another sip. The expensive wine here tasted just like the cheap wine Takeomi kept at the house. You weren't quite sure what you had expected. "Pre-Law."

He folded his arms on the table, resting his head on his hand and gazing at you while he took another sip of his drink. “Wow,” he hummed. “You’re probably smarter than half of us here.” 

You huffed a polite little laugh, shaking your head. You were a trophy wife. Your job was to stay quiet.

So instead you turned your head to the dance floor. What were you looking at, one might ask?

Take a lucky guess.

You observed him as he sauntered up to a woman near the edge of the dancefloor. He whispered something in her ear, something that made her giggle, and then she took his hand. The two of them wandered off into the sea of bumping, grinding bodies.

You furrowed your brows. Turning your head back to the table where the rest of you were sitting, you gave your glass another sad swish.

" Take! " A familiar voice approached you from behind. " Long time no see!"

"Hey!" Your boyfriend took one last sip of his wine. A smile crossed his face, revealing crooked, nicotine-stained teeth. He turned around just as the stranger clapped him on the shoulder. “Long time no see indeed.”

Kyoudai Samegai. One of Takeomi’s most highly regarded past coworkers, and long-time friend. Technically, presiding as boss, Takeomi was his superior. But by the way they spoke, one would never be able to guess that. He was a short man. From your knowledge, he handled whatever dirty work it was that your boyfriend didn’t feel like doing. 

“How you been, buddy?” The man asked. His face creased around his smile. When he turned to you, he bowed respectfully. “And the missus, of course, looking lovely as always.”

" Samegai, " You smiled, offering him the back of your hand – which he kissed. "Always a pleasure.”

“Miss me, Kyou?” Takeomi asked. At this point in the evening, it was pretty safe to say that your boyfriend was drunk off his ass. He usually took any chance he possibly could to drink himself senseless.

"Haven’t slept a day since we’ve been apart," The shorter man cried, feigning agony and clutching his chest for dramatic effect. "How’s business been for you?"

"Business," Takeomi sighed. He said something else, but you had already begun the process of tuning him out by the time you’d heard him speak. 

You had greater concerns to worry about. More specifically, one such concern was currently swaying with some broad on the dance floor. As your eyes found his way over to him again – it seemed you couldn’t resist – you caught a glimpse of how close he had gotten to that woman in the span of a few brief moments. The two of them were chest to chest, her arms thrown around his shoulders.

Readjusting your grip on your wine glass – the stem in your grasp – you felt yourself grow tense.

What’s gotten into me tonight? You had to ask yourself. 

You had spent the last week of your life running away from this guy and now here he was, sucking up all of your attention. 

The strange woman moved her body to the beat of the music again, time turning around and pressing her backside up against him. What made matters worse? His hands found their way down to her thighs.

She swayed her hips back, moving Wakasa with her.

His hands trailed up the length of her waist, ghosting over the waistband of her skin-tight jeans. He leaned over her shoulder to say something else into her ear. Whatever it was, it had the girl smiling.

Against your will, it seemed, you felt yourself begin to frown.

Deep down, you know your hookup with Wakasa was just that – a hookup. But, still, was the show really necessary? It almost seemed as if he was rubbing it in your face.

You didn’t really realize you were staring. Not until Wakasa tore his head away from the woman who was currently grinding on him to look at you – a look that tore you apart at the seams.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

He was grinding on her, but he was looking at you.

“You want something,” Wakasa remarked, leaning forward. “You’re thinking about it.”

Lukewarm smoke fell out of your mouth almost drunkenly. “Want what?” You traded the joint for the millionth time. 

“That is the question,” His eyes flitted down to your lips – briefly – before settling on your eyes. “What do you want?”

You could hear the sound of laughter on either side of you – although very faintly. Your hand tensed.

Wakasa leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of the woman’s neck, bracing his hands on her hips. She leaned her head all the way back on his shoulder, melting into the rhythm of the music.

“You want me, baby?”

No. Desperately, you tried to say no.

But your heart wouldn’t allow it.

You didn’t dare to move. The answer left your mouth before you could even think twice about it, though it was not much louder than a whisper. “Yes…”

You furrowed your brows further, watching him kiss up the side of the girl’s neck.

You had no idea why you felt this way. You had no right. Not when it had been one night that the two of you had spent together, not when your boyfriend of six years was sitting right next to you with his head turned.

It was all so wrong.

So wrong, in fact, that you spent another three minutes watching him like a hawk – as if you hadn’t been doing that for half an hour already.

"You’re twitching, baby," Wakasa purred, buttery-smooth, and the sound of it almost made you cum right then and there. “You close?”

Blissfully, you let the pleasure take over you. “Mhm.”

That bastard. He’d taken everything from you. He came in and home wrecked your relationship, and now he was toying with your feelings. None of this would have been happening had it not been for him writing down his stupid phone number on that stupid beer box.

It was his fault, and it was like he knew it.

Did I ever matter? You felt yourself begin to wonder.

You were thrown out of your reverie by the sound of glass snapping. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you looked down at the palm of your hand where your wine glass once stood. 

The bottom half of the glass was still clenched in your fist. The glass cup had snapped in half, leaving the top piece tipped over – red wine spilled all over the otherwise pristine white table topper.

It wasn’t until you set the glass bottom down that you noticed the red liquid dripping down your wrist wasn’t wine. It was your blood.

You winced, tossing the broken glass onto the table.

“Shit, babe, are you okay?” Takeomi – surprisingly – rushed to your aid. He grabbed your wrist, flipping your palms over to reveal the distinct image of tiny glass shards embedded in your skin. 

“Yeah, I’m okay, Just…” You nodded quickly. You weren’t. You were just embarrassed. Quickly, your eyes darted around the room in search of someplace to wash up. You could feel everyone looking at you. “I just…”

The room felt like it was beginning to spin. 

Your chair screeched as you stood up abruptly, setting your now bloodied napkin down on the table. “I’m gonna use the bathroom,” You sputtered. “Please excuse me.”

And – ignoring your boyfriend’s shouts of your name – you speed-walked towards the nearest bathroom sign. 

You had tunnel vision. For a moment, there was no one else in the room. At the same time, however, it felt like every time you moved you were bumping into someone else. It was driving you crazy.

All you wanted was to make it to the bathroom in one piece. 

Eventually, you succeeded. You burst through one of the three bathroom doors you saw, chest heaving and shoulders tensed. Immediately, you made a beeline for the sink.

You turned on the faucet, sticking your hands beneath the stream of cold water that came out. The sudden chill felt pretty nice when you were sweating like a bitch in heat.

But, god damn, it hurt like a bitch .

You winced again, turning your palm over to look at the damage.

The skin was red and irritated. There was a shallow gash in the middle, right where the glass had snapped. Smaller shards of glass stuck to your skin here and there, but it was nothing crazy. 

“Shit,” you sighed. Letting the water run, you pressed your head up against the wall. You felt disgusting for feeling the way you did.

Feeling defeated, you sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. It took all of the strength you had left in you to not cry.

Your phone buzzed. You flipped it over, letting it stay on the floor. You didn’t care how disgusting it was.

Take &lt;3   just now

You’re making a big scene

There was no way in hell that you were going to answer him. The screen lit up another time.

Take &lt;;3    just now

If you were planning on embarrassing me

tonight you should have just stayed home.

Feeling your eyes begin to water, you looked away. Instead of ruining your makeup, you tried counting the number of tiles on the bathroom wall. There was a cheap fluorescent light buzzing overhead. The distinct stench of piss lingered in the bathroom despite it being – somewhat – clean. 

You didn’t know why you were crying. It couldn’t have just been Wakasa. If you had to guess, it was probably a combination of that and the overwhelming humiliation you felt from doing the one thing your boyfriend had told you not to do.

Misbehave.

So you remained there on the bathroom floor for a while, keeping your knees pressed to your chest and trying to focus on the throbbing pain in your palm and in your heeled feet. Anything to not feel weak. Anything to keep the anxiety from eating you up inside.

So long, in fact, that you’d lost track of time. It wasn’t until a knock sounded at the bathroom door that you checked your phone to see how much time had passed: Five minutes.

“Occupied!” You quickly replied. Lifting a trembling finger up to your lips, you tried to tap your foundation back into place around your lips. By this point, you knew it was probably cracked.

“I know, doll,” Crooned the voice on the other side of the door. A voice belonging to someone who was quite possibly the last person you wanted to see right now. “ It’s me. ”

“No,” you affirmed. “I have nothing more to say to you.”

For a moment, it almost looked like he had an objection to make. He pressed his lips together in a thin line. “Alright,” he sighed, pressing the ignition button to start the car up again. “Then let’s get you home, doll.”

For a moment, you thought to stay quiet. Your efforts would have been in vain. He already knew you were in here.

Have pity on me, God, You sighed. Rolling onto your side, you began the tedious process of getting yourself off the vile bathroom floor. You dusted the skirt of your gown off. “Why can’t you just leave me alone, Imaushi?”

“I’m not here to talk. Takeomi told me you hurt your hand,” There was a brief silence, and then he offered, “I brought bandages.”

You scoffed. Asshole couldn’t come himself, go figure .

“Let me in?” He asked again.

“How did you know I was in here?” You asked. Still, your hand inched closer to the doorknob. 

He sighed. He sounded exasperated, to say the least. “Not hard to find you when this was the only bathroom that was occupied,” he then added, “You left your purse at the table.”

You glanced around the bathroom. Shit. He was right, you had left your bag in a rush.

“Want it back? ” He asked. It was an earnest question, but it sounded like a tease coming from him.

“That’s not even fair,” You furrowed your brows. “You’re holding my bag hostage.”

Wakasa fiddled with the handle. 

You jumped forward to hold your hand over it. “Okay, okay! I’ll let you in.”

You undid the lock on the door. The moment it opened you felt your heartbeat quicken. 

Wakasa looked a bit messy. His hair – which he had changed into a ponytail at some point during the evening – was disheveled, and a little frizzy at that. He had his arm braced on the door frame, leaning over you with a shit-eating grin. When you finally managed to tear your eyes away from his face, you realized he had your little black purse hooked on one of his fingers.

“Thanks,” you nodded at him. When you went for the purse, he lifted it out of your reach.

“Let me see your hand,” he deadpanned.

You sighed. Figuring that, at this point, you probably needed the bandage, you let him take your hand. It was a desperate effort to not focus on the way his fingers felt on your skin. 

His downturned eyes searched your hand for the injury. When he found it, he let his thumb flit over the small gash. It was a gesture so small, so insignificant, yet uncharacteristically gentle – it had you reeling.

“What happened?” He asked, raising his gaze to your averted eyes.

You took your hand back. “Wine glass broke in my hand.”

Wakasa stepped into the bathroom, letting the door shut behind him. He looked around the dingy place before nodding towards the toilet. “Sit down,” he said.

You furrowed your brows. Who did he think he was? “Why?”

“Sit down,” he said again. His tone was much more pointed this time. Upon remembering who it was that you were dealing with here, you quickly obeyed.

He was still the White Leopard. 

He knew it, too. His eyes followed you as you slowly lowered yourself onto the lid of the toilet seat in an almost feline fashion. 

Walking towards you, he reached into his pocket. He knelt on the floor in front of the toilet. Gently, so gently, he took your hand into his.

You followed his movements anxiously.

He brought out a little packet of first-aid ointment. Tearing into it with his teeth, he squeezed some onto his finger. “You’re still bleeding,” he noted.

“Yeah, it was kind of deep.” It was nothing crazy, not by any stretch. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t relishing in the way his hands traced your broken skin; The way he was holding you right now.

He brought your hand closer to his face. You thought it had been to inspect the wound up close. You thought wrong.

Instead, he pressed your open palm to his mouth, cleaning the mess up with his tongue. 

You pressed your thighs together. Feeling a little conflicted, you wandered off in thought. That was hot, undeniably so. It was also a little disgusting. Still, the fact that he was willing to do that for you was… 

The feeling of the ointment on your fresh wound made you grit your teeth together. It burned a little bit.

He didn’t look at you. Instead, rather focused, he peeled open a bandage. He took his precious time laying it over your injury, like he was scared to get it wrong. 

It was a little funny, in fact. You never would have thought that someone so heavily revered for being a brutal fighter would be so gentle in other aspects of his life.

“You okay?” He asked. When he looked up, your chest felt a little tight. 

“Yeah,” You sighed. Feeling your shoulders relax, you offered, “Thank you.”

It felt different between the two of you. For a moment, it felt as if you could forget about everything that had happened. It didn’t matter that you were having an affair with him, or that he was a criminal. Right now, it felt like the only thing that mattered was the way he was looking up at you right now – eyes wide and genuine while his thumb drew circles over your wrist. It felt almost… normal.

You shook your head.

Wakasa moved to stand up again. 

The words had begun to bubble on your tongue. Maybe it was the liquor, but at the time it seemed imperative to let him know. “We should probably talk.”

He blinked dumbly at you. Finally, he began to smile – you tried to suppress the warmth it brought to your cheeks. “I thought you said you didn’t have anything to say to me?”

You did say that.

Still, you tried to move past that. “You were talking about me earlier, weren’t you?” You remarked bluntly.

“I think this one might be different,” he mused after a brief pause. Setting the glass down on his thigh, he brought his gaze up from the floor and looked at you. His gaze was intense, burning hot, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw his pretty eyes darken. “Haven’t been able to get her out of my head.”

You wondered briefly if he knew what you were talking about. You couldn’t forget it. 

Wakasa seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, training his lavender gaze on the shitty ceiling light fixture. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, backing up against the wall in front of you and resting his head against it. With his adam’s apple exposed, you could see the way his chest rose and fell as he took a much-needed breath.

“Yeah,” He said after a lengthy silence. “I was.”

You knew the answer to your question before you had even asked it, yet his answer still managed to catch you off guard. The silence that followed was enough time for your mind to begin wandering into dangerous territory.

There was another long pause. You licked your lips. 

“I don’t…” You trailed off. Shit, this was a difficult conversation to have. It didn’t help that you were tipsy. “We shouldn’t be together right now. That was a one-time thing.”

It was more a reminder to yourself than anyone else.

“You can’t seriously still be torn up over Takeomi, can you? We know he must not have meant that much to you if you cheated,” He muttered. It was at this point in the conversation that the energy in the room changed; the air grew denser. He turned his attention to where you were seated anxiously on the toilet. “So what is it that’s actually on your mind?”

“I’m not a cheater, Wakasa. This– ” Here, you gestured to the space between the two of you. “Can never happen again.”

Wakasa pushed himself off of the wall. Sauntering towards the toilet, he popped into a squat in front of you. It became very hard to keep your composure – all of a sudden – when those pretty eyes of his were staring up at you from below rather than from across the room. He was breathtaking from up this close, even under the mediocre bathroom lighting.

“That’s not what I asked, princess,” he mused. 

You felt the rapid beating of your heart become even faster. It felt as if he were reaching into your spirit through your eyes and picking apart your resolve piece by piece – until nothing was left, until the only name on your mind was his.

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “I already told you I’ve made up my mind.”

Wakasa’s unwavering gaze challenged your stance on the matter. You briefly contemplated abandoning your morals altogether and drinking the poison cocktail that his presence offered. “I think you’re full of shit,” he crooned like he knew that much was true.

He was probably right.

“I think…” He began. The way the corner of his lip curled into a devilish little smirk had you wishing you knew how to throw a punch. “I’ve been running around that pretty little head of yours as much as you’ve been on mine.”

“You don’t know the first thing about me,” You replied before he even had time to finish his sentence. Face beginning to feel a little bit hot, you knew now would probably be a good time to stop talking. But, as per usual, you couldn’t stop the word vomit. “Don’t tell me what to think.”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Wakasa offered in response. It was no use. You knew, deep down, that he was right. “But don’t think I didn’t catch you staring tonight.”

Shit.

Pointlessly, you began sputtering, face burning hot and red. “Staring? Please humble yourself.”

Wakasa grinned. “Yeah?” 

He moved closer to you. The distance between the two of you closed infinitesimally, and this time you let it. His fingers found the bottom of your chin to lift your line of sight to him and him alone. “I know because I’ve been looking at you all night – thinking about how good you look.” 

You had been stunned into silence. You opened your mouth – as if to say something – but quickly shut it. 

He had you right in the palm of his hand. 

“I meant it when I said you were different,” He added. 

When his thumb slid up your chin and paused over your bottom lip, you made no effort to move away. Instead, the shuddering breath that released itself from being in such close proximity to him made your real feelings about him painstakingly obvious.

He had you cornered.

“I don’t know what was in that pussy of yours,” He breathed. You felt the warmth of his words fan over the lower half of your face, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “Ever since I got a taste I’ve been craving more. It’s been driving me fucking crazy.”

You bit your lip.

“But you keep playing hard to get,” He looked up at you, meeting your gaze with a newfound passion. “What are you running from?”

The feeling of his thumb rubbing slow, gentle circles over your lip was enough to have you melting into his touch. He made you weak, so weak. You knew that. Perhaps that was the reason why you’d been running away all this time.

You didn’t know anything anymore.

“I…” you trailed off. “I don’t know what I feel for you… that scares me.”

“I think the best thing for the both of us would be to just–” You sighed. “I don’t know, just forget the whole thing happened.”

Wakasa’s thumb tugged on your bottom lip. “I can’t,” he muttered. “I don’t think either of us can.”

"Waka, I—" your voice trembled. You wanted him – you couldn’t deny it. Your resolve had all but vanished. At this moment in time, you wanted nothing more than to have his lips on yours again. You wished you knew why. "We shouldn’t be doing this."

You averted your eyes. 

“Look at me, pretty baby,” He hummed. He was watching you so closely, so intently that you could practically feel him burning a hole into the side of your head. 

But you couldn’t. You knew that if you looked at him – looked into those downturned, lilac eyes and those pretty lashes of his, you wouldn’t be able to resist him.

You felt yourself begin to give. This was all too much. “This can’t happen again.”

You couldn’t do this again, yet you allowed him to turn your head again and bring your face closer to his. 

“I think it can,” Wakasa countered. The intensity of his gaze made you squirm. You tried to squeeze your eyes shut – anything to keep yourself from following the promise of paradise behind his eyes – but you couldn’t help yourself from looking at him. He tilted his head towards the tiled wall to your left. “I think it can happen right there… up against that wall.”

“We shouldn’t…” You choked out. And, really, it was your final cry for help.

You hadn’t realized your hands had placed themselves on his shoulders until he threw your arms around his neck. The next words out of his sinful little mouth had you squeezing your thighs together. “Then stop me.”

Stop him.

Stop him.

You didn’t want to.

You couldn’t do this to Takeomi. Not again. Not after you’d spent the last week running away from him.

“If you really don’t want this…” He swallowed, licking his lips. You didn’t realize he had gotten so close to you.

His words played on repeat in the back of your head. 

What are you running from?

You felt Wakasa move his hands over your waist. You could feel his breath against your lips. His eyes pleaded with you for some form of closure. “Stop me or I won’t be able to stop myself.”

He was right. Everything he had said tonight was absolutely, undeniably right to the fullest extent, and that drove you crazy. You’d been hiding from your feelings for years now.

All it took was one more look at his hungry eyes, one more look at his poisonous lips, and you knew your heart had long since decided. It was him that you wanted. It had been him this whole time.

So instead of glorifying him with a response, you looped your fingers beneath the collar of his dress shirt, yanking him towards you. As your lips met his, you felt all of the air leave your lungs in a blissful haze.

You were tired of running.

[jungwnies]

warnings : fingering , smut , mdni pairing : boyfriend!minghao x afab!reader

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"ready?" minghao asks as you stand against the wall in the hallway.

you nod, "yep."

minghao pulls the keys from his pockets and the two of you go outside to his car. you both get into the car and he starts the car, "how was class?" he asks pulling out from the parking lot.

"it was pretty boring, our professor wasn't here today." you tell him scrolling on your phone. "have you seen the gossip pages?" you ask as he continues to keep his eyes on the road.

"no, why?"

"people think we're dating." you say laughing. "do we really give off dating vibes?"

minghao shrugs, "i guess they've got one part of the equation right." minghao says.

you look at him with an eyebrow raised, "what do you mean by that?"

"i mean, we are hooking up y/n, that's kind of part of dating." he says laughing.

you roll your eyes, "it's just friends with benefits, no where near dating." you tell him.

at least that's what you tell yourself. that what you have with hao is just friends with benefits, but by the way you're moaning in his ear while he's knuckles deep in you would tell someone otherwise.

•••

minghao puts the key in the lock turning it and walks into his apartment with you behind him, the two of you take your shoes off and sit on the couch.

“what are the chances of us every being together?” you ask as you grab the remote off the coffee table.

minghao shrugs, “we’re not fit to be together.”

you nod, “right.”

it did sting a little the fact he didn’t think you guys were fit to be together.

“at least not right now, the timing is just off.” he adds. he grabs your hand and looks at you, “i do like you y/n it’s just that, i’m not ready, and i don’t think you are either.”

“yeah know i get it.” you assure him smiling. “i just think we should stop this while we still can.” you tell him taking his hand off yours.

he looks at you understandingly, “i agree.”

“what about one last hoorah though?” you ask giggling.

“well im always down for a friends with benefits break up sex.” he says laughing.

you pull him by his collar and place your lips on his. “i’ll miss this.” you mumble into his mouth.

he hand move to right under your jaw holding your face, “i’ll miss it too, are you sure you want to end like this though y/n.” he asks pulling away playing with the hem of your pants.

you nod, “there’s no other way to go out unless it’s with a banger.”

he unzips your pants and plays with the hems of you panties now, his fingers teasingly going in and out of your panties slighting touching your pussy.

he can feel the heat and wetness from your core and laughs, “who else is going to do you like this without actually touching you.”

you roll your eyes, “shut up.”

he slides down your pants along with your panties leaving your bottom half naked on his couch. his finger slides down your pussy as you palm his cock through his pants.

his finger teasingly circles your clit as you continue to make out with him. his thumb rubbing your clit and his other fingers playing with the entrance of your pussy.

“so wet.”

you bite his lip and moan the second you feel one slender finger slip into your core. “fuck.” you moan.

his one finger simply making you feel good, but the second he adds another sends you over the edge as his thumbs stays pressed against your clit.

he pushes his finger in out, squelches from the juices of your pussy heard, and precum leaking through his denim jeans.

he continues a steady pace soon leaving you to chance your high, your moans gets louder and more whiny as he continues to finger fuck you.

“fuck, hao!” you moan as you cum on his fingers. he allows you to cum on his fingers and then licks them up clean before attending to the problem in his pants, “lean back.” he tells you as he pumps his cock up and down teasing your entrance slightly. “be as good girl and take this for me.” he says before entering your core with his dick.

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"i'm sure. i promise."

suna rintaro x reader

summary: you're feeling a little insecure about you and rin's relationship. but who could blame you? you're at a party with a bunch of people you don't know and your boyfriend is catching up with an "old friend." that would be fine except for the fact that this so-called "old friend" is his ex and looks like she came out of a magazine.

hurt to comfort so its kinda angsty ig?? but not rly bc my heart can't take it lol

warnings: insecurities, body image, post time skip, mentions of alcohol

a/n: IM SORRY IK I WRITE ABT SUNA TOO MUCH I JUST LOVE HIM

a/n pt. 2: i wrote this at like 1am bc i woke up and this is low-key inspired by the dream i had hehe bc u should always follow ur dreams 😀👍

this. was. the worst.

to give a brief overview, you were at a club with at least a bajillion people because your boyfriend told you that it would be a "fun new experience." he gave you a kiss on the forehead upon seeing that you were nervous and the two of you walked in together.

now, you were sitting at the bar by yourself watching as another girl flirted with your boyfriend.

you were filled in on the backstory earlier. she went to inarizaki and she and suna dated for their first year and a small part of their second year of high school. she then had to move to the united states (specifically los angeles) and they ended up breaking up.

you had transferred to inarizaki in the middle of your second year, and you and suna started dating 3/4 through your third year, so you had never met her before. your classmates had never mentioned her before either. and when suna introduced you to the girl as his girlfriend, she shot you the nastiest glare before smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

anyways, one thing led to another, and they got so caught up in chatting that they hadn't noticed how bored you were, nor had they noticed when you silently walked away.

after taking another sip of your drink, you let your eyes wander to the two of them.

a fatal mistake.

she was beautiful. no, stunning. no, show-stopping-looks-like-she-just-stepped-out-of-the-front-page-of-a-magazine-absolute-drop-dead-gorgeous was probably more accurate.

she was wearing a tiny black figure-hugging bodycon dress with a cutout just above her chest that looked amazing on her beautiful hourglass figure. she had platinum blond hair that was pulled up into a long high ponytail, big grey eyes, and shiny, clear skin.

you looked down at your own figure. then at hers. then back at yours. then hers.

though you knew it wouldn't do any good, your mind began to wander.

are these the kinds of girls rin likes?

she's so beautiful.. her waist is so tiny

i wish i could be half as pretty as her

what if rin still likes her?

what if rin doesn't actually love me..?

you knew that you needed to stop. you decided to slip out to get some fresh air.

you sat down on a bench at the park across the street (don't question why a place where children play is directly across from a club. just don't mention it) and inhaled the cool air. you were so relieved to be out of that club. so relieved that your eyelids began to feel heavy.

you awoke to a string of "ping! ping! ping!" rubbing your eyes sleepily, you opened your phone to see who would be texting you so urgently.

rinnie <3: where'd u go

rinnie <3: where r u

rinnie <3: hey bb where'd u go

rinnie <3: bubs?

rinnie <3: hey r u mad at me

rinnie <3: what did i do

rinnie <3: im sorry

rinnie <3: ok srsly where r u

rinnie <3: r u ok

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

rinnie <3: no srsly im actually worried where did u go

rinnie <3: BABE

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

There are 83 more messages from rinnie <3. Click to continue!

oops.

you: sorry babe

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

you: i went outside for some fresh air

you: im at the park across the street

the club doors swing open and see your boyfriend's head furiously whipping around, trying to find you. when he sees you, he sprints over to where you're sitting.

"sorry babe." you apologize. "i didn't mean to worry you." you had never seen him look so frantic before.

"so you mean to say.." he starts before pausing to catch his breath, "that you thought that leaving without telling me and not responding to my texts wouldn't worry me?"

"i'm sorry." you say, before adding on a quick and quiet "to be fair though, you were having such a great time with ms. los angeles model that i didn't think that you would notice."

though it was quiet and muttered under your breath, suna heard it loud and clear. he sighed.

"look, we didn't break up because she was moving. we broke up because i was sick and tired of her nasty attitude. i just didn't want to be rude and say that in front of her. the only thing that's changed about her is that she's learned how to put a smile mask over her disgusting personality. a really phony one that's made out cling wrap with a sharpie smile and a bow."

you giggled slightly at this.

"look," he says softly, lifting up your chin to look you in the eyes. "you're the only one that i love. i promise, ok? you're so beautiful and sweet and it's crazy to me that god finally decided to give me some help and give me a chance with you."

he gave you a small smile.

"i love you, y/n. i love you so, so much."

and with that, he swooped you up in his arms bridal style and started walking.

"WOAH- rin where are we going?"

"home."

"but it'll take a while to walk home from here. shouldn't we just uber like we did here?"

"walking gives me more time to be close to you and talk to you."

"but you'll be walking while simultaneously holding me for a while."

he blinked. "i play professional volleyball. if you think that i can't take a walk home with my girlfriend in my arms, i'd honestly be pretty offended."

"right."

there was a brief moment of silence between the two of you.

"i'm sorry if i made you feel sad today, bubs. i love you so so much and i'll stop at nothing to make sure that you know that."

you smiled softly.

"that's what i like to see." he said, peppering ticklish kisses onto your neck to make you giggle a little.

"rin! stahahap-!" you giggle, trying to scrunch up and protect your neck.

"your laugh and smile are the two most precious things in the world."

you and rin talked the rest of the way home and he kept reminding you of how much he loved you.

when you finally got home, you asked him one final question.

"rin, are you sure that there's no more chemistry going on between you and ms. los angeles model?"

he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sure. i promise."

[minhosimthings]

Skz when you reveal to them that you used to be a stripper/pole dancer

Synopsis: Just some headcanons about boyfriend Skz. Reader is female

Warnings: Smut, fluff, suggestive. Seungmin's is comfort. Im sorry Changbin and Innie's are so short!

A/N: guys I'm telling you writing this was therapy. Im gonna try to do more headcanons because I like writing these a but more than I like writing actual fics! Anyway please enjoy this! And feel free to give feedback!

Bang Christopher Chan

He'd be ok with it. Like so chill. But I have a tingling that he'd remember it sometimes, and ask you about it, whenever he needs to release his frustration.

The front door slammed roughly against its edges, as your boyfriend Chan, walked in throwing his bag to the floor roughly. His gaze avoided yours, as he slumped down on your red couch and held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples slowly. It was definitely one of those days, when every melody in Chan's insomniac mind, seemed like boring mathematical figures instead of pretty flowing colours on a water filled palette. "Rough day baby?" You asked him, silently putting his dinner down on the table. He sighed quietly and started eating his dinner. Oh that's how he wanted to play is it? The silent treatment. Not wanting to unload his emotions on you because he felt guilty later on. You knew enough about this habit of his to know exactly what to do when exactly what to do. You smiled sweetly at him and disappeared into your shared bedroom.

Oh fuck did he mess up? Chan's thoughts were spinning through his head like an electron. Shit he should have talked to you. Chan got up and put his plate in the sink and grabbed two cupcakes from the fridge, which you both had made the day before (correction: felix made them you guys decorated them). "Babygirl? Where are you?" Chan got into the dark void which was your bedroom. Searching for the lights, Chan switched on the red party light you had in the bedroom. "Hey Channie." Chan's jaw dropped to the ground. There you were, wearing your old stripper uniform, Red devil horns and all, looking like the most expensive thing in the room. If Chan was an angel, he would definitely fall from heaven, just to be with your devilish form. "Baby, w-whats this?" Chan came forward as you grabbed his collar and shoved him into the bed. "Shh baby. Just enjoy it." You whispered in his ear, as you started your old dancing routine, while Chan watched on, silently asking the universe, why it hadn't shown you to him earlier.

Lee Minho

Dude. He'd be so fucking ecstatic that it's kinda scary. As a dancer himself, he would like the idea of having a partner who can dance as well as him (and maybe even better.) He would inculcate your steps in some of his dances and sometimes both of you would silently fuck in the studio.

"Jagiya I don't know what to add here." Minho was nudging your shoulder, while both of you stood in his personal dance room. The guys had left you all alone, since he had been stuck there since the morning, trying to figure out a choreo to the new slut anthem that 3Racha had made for DanceRacha (yes I am still not over taste). While Felix and Hyunjin had tried to help, they knew that the only person who could get Minho out of this dancer's block was you. You watched Minho's dance over and over again, trying to think of something good to add to it. "Min, how about you take a break baby? You're really tired and we all know your PaboRacha brain can't work on just water and orange juice. How about you eat some of the pudding I brought?" Minho looked at you with a pout, as you looked at him sternly. The pout wasn't going to work when you wanted your boyfriend to feel better and he didn't want to feel better. "Jagiya-" Minho began to whine as he wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping you in what was the best prison in the world. "How about we dance together for a bit hmm? Just a little duet?" "If I do this, will you eat and rest?" Minho was quick to nod his head, as you sighed and took off your jacket to reveal the lacy black bra you had on underneath. "I was going to surprise you with this when we get home. But since you wanted to dance, let's dance baby." Minho's entire world stopped. That was the bra he had gifted you, when you first told him you used to work in a gentlemen's club as a dancer. The slow, sensual music started as Minho slowly touched your waist and both of you moved your hips in syncronicity, the cotton of his shirt grinding against the lace of your bra. One step forward, then another to the side and then one lowering down to Minho's legs as he looked on, mesmerised. "God you're so fucking hot kitten. You never let any of them touch you at the club right?" You let out a hum in response to Minho's question as you noticed the bulge in his black trousers, which you began to unzip. "Good" he growled in your ear, as he nibbled it with his bunny teeth, "they shouldn't touch what's mine."

Seo Changbin

Oh my god, he would immediately question you about it so much. Like baby would be so curious about it. He'd buy you so much shit at Victoria's Secret or something, that you'd question why you ever told him about your old job.

"Baby baby that one!" Yet again, your boyfriend Changbin had rushed towards a shelf, while you stood in the huge (and expensive) Victoria's Secret store. Changbin had taken you here immediately after you told him you used to be a stripper and showed him your old costume. "Baby will this fit you?" He held up a lacy blue bodysuit, entwined with fake jewels. "Binnie, baby this is expensive." You looked at the price tag nervously. Changbin rolled his eyes and called the store worker. He handed her a card from his wallet, while saying "Whatever we buy goes on the black card." Rolling your eyes, you went over to the swimsuits, hoping to see something that you can surprise your boyfriend with.

Hwang Hyunjin

Two words. His muse.

"Jinnie how much longer?" You whined as you shifted a bit on the wooden stool, while Hyunjin sat in front of you, blue stained paintbrush in hand, star shaped eyes focused on the canvas in front of him. "Just a minute more, my muse. And could you move your hand to the left please?" He had been begging for you to let him paint you ever since he found your lingerie and you had to tell him about what you used to do before you became an architect. Of course you had said yes to him, after a week of begging and him trying to bribe you with food (spoiler alert: it worked). You donned your most favourite costume, a baby pink one, which was fluffy and had detachable angel wings. Perfect for Hyunjin. Perfect for the artist who used soft colours to paint those who he loved. "Hwang Hyunjin if you're not done in five minutes, the blood flow to my hand is going to stop and I'm going to die." Hyunjin looked at you, amusement all over his perfectly carved face. "Using the government name are we my muse? And I'm done already I was just looking at those nice little tits bouncing around in that costume." A smirk spread on his face, as you raised an eyebrow and carefully got down from the stool, walking towards his canvas. God he had painted you so pretty, with blues and pinks outlining your figure, a green cutting in for shade and flowers adorning your body. "You know my muse, I am an ambassador for Versace. I can't wait to get you the most prettiest scarves, which you can wear and fuck yourself. Maybe I can join you afterwards after I'm finished with my painting of this amazing fucking body." You smirked at him, taking the paintbrush away from his hand, slowly sliding into his lap and kissing him full on the mouth. Oh there was about be a lot more than just paint in that studio tonight.

Han Jisung

Congratulations you have officially broken him. I mean he will be really shocked In the beginning and basically be like Changbin, asking questions and all, but then later on both of you basically forget about it, until it comes to help in his studio.

Ten am. That was the time Chan had called you and told you about the current condition of your boyfriend Han Jisung, the condition being overworking again. This was the fifth time this month that Chan had to call you to take your boyfriend home from writing tens of thousands of beautiful lyrics on paper and experimenting with the sounds on Chan's laptop. Sighing to yourself, you got up grabbed your keys and helmet, and zoomed off to the JYP building on your Harley.

"Jisungie baby?" You called out his name, slowly entering the studio, to see a messy haired boy, dressed in a black hoodie, head in his hands, headphones lying abandoned at the side. He turned slowly in his chair to face you, and your heart dropped when you saw the dark circles under his eyes. "I can't do this anymore Y/N. I feel like all the lyrics make no sense and- and I feel so fucking stupid." Being quick to cup his face in your hands, you softly wiped away the solitary tear on his face. "Baby Hey look at me look at me now please." Round quokka eyes looked at you as you slowly unzipped your leather jacket. "How about I give you a bit of inspiration hm? Will you come home then?" Jisung's brain had stopped working. There you were, all dolled up in a green suit with the sluttiest bra in this world, all for him. Slowly snaking an arm around your waist, and leaving wet kisses around your exposed collarbone, Jisung took you to the recording area, ready to record your moans, just for some inspiration.

Lee Felix Yongbok

Oh my god he would be so FLUSTERED. Like he'd have to hide in the bathroom in order to hide his burning face.

"Lixie you good in there?" Your boyfriend Felix was currently hiding in the kitchen of your apartment. You had finally told him about your old job when you were playing truth or dare (although mostly it was truth or truth) and his reaction was....adorable. His entire face had turned red as he stuttered and quickly went out of the room to the kitchen where you knew he was stress baking or more like shock baking. "Yeah! Im totally fine!" Yep he was baking, face still red, apron worn upside down, and icing on his nose and talking with an unusually high pitch. You walked up to and wiped the icing off of his nose. "Baby I can clearly notice the bulge in your pants you know that right?" You asked him to which he responded with a low mumble if the word 'sorry'. "It's alright baby. By the way, what do you think I show you my old gear?" Never before had you seen your boyfriend have this much fear and excitement filling his eyes. "Really?" You nodded to his question as he got out a tray of brownies from the oven and put them on the table, covering them with a cloth. You reached out for one but he slapped your hand. "The brownies can wait sunshine." His voice was sultry and low again as he wrapped his arms around your neck. "I wanna see that nice costume of yours."

Kim Seungmin

Bruh he would be so chill. Like zero reaction. Literally.

"Pup I- I need to tell you something and I want your full attention." You had finally gathered the courage to tell your boyfriend Seungmin about your old job at the gentlemen's club when you were in college. He would eventually find the devil tails and high red heels which had the words 'for the eyes only' on them. Kim Seungmin was a Rubik's cube. You couldn't ever predict what he was going to do or what he was going to feel. So naturally your ass was a nervous Trainwreck when you decided to finally tell him. "What is it bub? Is it about the burnt toast I left on the terrace? Cause I told you the crows just like the toast extra crisp." Seungmin told you, putting down his book and adjusting his sage sweater, and allowing his arms to wrap around your body, which was currently draped in his hoodie. "No sweetie it's not that. It's something more serious and- and if you don't like what I'm about to say, it's ok if you break up with me." Seungmin frowned a bit and nudged his head in your neck, making you smile. "I- I used to be a stripper at the local gentlemen's club when I was eighteen to pay my bills. I don't do it anymore but I thought you should know since my old gear is still lying around somewhere in this mess of an apartment. And- and maybe if you found it one day, I thought maybe you- you'll leave me or- or You don't know what caused tears to come out of your eyes but they did and they weren't stopping. "Bubba shh. Hey look at me. Look at me it's alright." Seungmin shushed you as he put your head on his chest, stroking your hair as you calmed down, hearing his heartbeat. "Bub I really wouldn't care if you were a goddamn homeless person before. You're successful now aren't you? And all those things you did to reach here? Im proud of those bub. So please don't cry. It's breaking my heart." You sniffled a bit and looked up at your caramel haired boyfriend to give him a kiss, and wrap yourself more tightly in his arms, feeling safe and content. "So can I see that gear maybe?" "Kim Seungmin!"

Yang Jeongin

Dude I really don't know. This man would be a combination of all the members. You tell him about this and he'll go through every human emotion to ever exist.

"Innie? Innie." Jeongin just sat there frozen on the couch, not chewing the chips which were trapped in his mouth. "Oh my god Jeongin! Yah!" You snapped your fingers in front of him. "Wh-What yeah I'm here. Im Jeongin yes and you're y/n, my girlfriend whom I love, and also who I want to see in her costume right now." His confused face turned into a smirk, as he stopped with his rambling. "I'll show you soon baby. Do you wanna, uh, swallow the chips in your mouth now." You asked him as he quickly swallowed the chips and contorted his face into a pout. "I wanna see it now!" He whined. You sighed and got up to get, your boyfriend tailing you like a lost puppy. Yep. Definetly the maknae on top.

[pettydollie]

ᴀᴍᴇᴏʙᴀ - ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘ1

summary: yn deals with the trauma from her toxic ex boyf in a negative way, falling into unhealthy habits. she meets chris at a cafe she works at, but has trouble admitting her liking to him. and its even harder when her best friend hates him. warnings/notes: fem!reader, lowercase intended, cursing, reader is in a bad mental state, blood, mentions of an ex wc: 1.2k

"yeah, ill call you later"

you drop your phone on your bed after hanging up on your old friend who you were 'meaning to catch up with'. you know you've been prioritizing the wrong things these past few weeks. you thought leaving your ex boyfriend would make your life better. and it is, 100%. but it's still not good.

your best friend lays on your bed, barely dodging your flying phone. she dryly chuckles at your relieved sigh once the awkward conversation is over. "cmonnn, it's saturday, let's go out!" she begs. you quickly eye her up and down. "liv, you're in a bra and booty shorts. you're not going out like that." you giggle at her messy appearance.

she rolls her eyes, biting her lip gently for a second before standing up. she grabs the sides of your face, catching you by surprise. "i dont mean a party, silly. maybe we can go grab a coffee at Ruby's" she offers. you shake your head and grin. "nuh uh! i dont wanna be there more than i have to be."

Ruby's is the cafe you're working at for the summer. and it's incredibly boring. same thing every day. you take someone's order, accidentally spill something, clean it up, and repeat. you make a little more than minimum wage, which you're satisfied with.

olivia sighs, muttering something along the lines of, "you're no fun anymore". you shake it off, not really caring if she thinks you've become a bore (which you have). she grabs her purse from your nightstand as you stand still with your arms crossed and watch.

"im going to my cousin's. you can pull up if you want." she waves before leaving and shutting the door behind her somewhat aggressively. bleh. thats how you feel. bleh. you're practically residing in a hell. you cant even remember the last time you checked up on your older brother breyden. you should do that now, actually.

you sit down on your desk chair. you stare at your phone resting on your bed. now. you should call now before you forget. you'll regret it. you reallyy should.

..but you don't.

you end up taking a nice, hot shower, trying to wash off your problems. why do you feel so terrible? your life isn't that bad. people are going through much much worse. fuck, there's a WAR going on and you're through with your boring life.

you step out the shower, drying off and walking into your room. you flinch a little when you hear your ringtone. you let out an annoyed breath, hoping it's not olivia. you stretch over, grabbing the device and seeing the contact name.

'brey's roomie'

you raise your eyebrow. why would your brother's roommate be calling?? you answer, putting the phone to your ear as the other hand holds onto your towel. "hello?" you ask anxiously, immediately thinking the worst.

"what the fuck were you thinking, you coulda died!" you wipe the tears from your eyes. you stand infront of a hospital bed where breyden is laying.

"i am NEVER stepping foot into a truck again, best believe that." he spits.

you're trying your hardest to not break down in a meltdown. this was a warning to you. breyden couldve died tonight and you wouldnt have gotten to speak to him. you need to get your shit together, now.

the blood trickling down his head out from under his bandage was your breaking point. you let out a sob, covering your mouth quickly as tears gushed out of your eyes. breyden's face softened. "im fine, i promise. aa.. dont cry, youll ruin your mascara."

you chuckle, wiping your red face. "no, 'm not wearing makeup."

his eyes widen slightly. "oh. well, it has been a while." he sees your face drop slightly as this and he smiles sadly. "you've turned into a pretty woman, n/n."

"thank you." you mutter. after a few seconds of a mental battle, you speak up. "uh, i wanna visit more often, if thats alright.?" you say shyly, your statement sounding more like a question, wringing your hands together. he rolls his eyes. "duh." and for the first time in a while, you really smile.

a week later, youre doing a lot better. you're going to breyden's apartment every weekend to hang out and maybe even spend some nights over. youve tried socializing with olivia's other friends, but youve decided that theyre just not your kind of people.

its saturday, you're standing infront of breyden's apartment. you havent been in a while. you were excited, to say the least. you packed some treats that you snuck from the leftovers at Ruby's. you held them in a cute hello kitty container with one hand and knocked with the other. you hear a "oh shit" behind the door from an unknown voice. maybe it was his roomie?

a pair of feet came to the door. the door didnt open, however. "yn." breyden spoke. he was sweating. his hand was hovering above the doorknob. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "mhm?"

"are you homophobic?"

you chuckle. "no, silly. why?" the door opens at your response, catching you by surprise. you see a boy sitting awkwardly on the couch. his lips are covered in cherry lip balm, his hair dyed a darkish maroon. his blue eyes flick to you for a moment before turning away, grabbing his phone to occupy himself.

breyden allows you inside, shutting the door behind you, walking into the kitchen. "so, uh. yn, that's nick. nick, this is my sister." he introduces you two. this was unexpected. your mouth drops open slightly and he thinks you're going to tease him, but you dont

"how long?"

their faces go red. "what the fuck, you cant ask tha-" breyden begins but you hold up a hand. "i mean, how long have you guys been seeing each other?"

nick's head looks up from his phone at this. his and your brother's eyes connect, speaking in a language you cant understand. brey turns back to you, taking the container from your hands. "uh, five and a half months, oooh what are thesee?" he opens the container

"wh- 5 months???" you felt a little pang in your chest. why didnt he tell you? "oh shittt, i love these." breyden takes out a small brownie, shoving it in his mouth. he waves nick over who declines politely with a shake of his hand.

"im not mad, stop ignoring me!" you giggle, playfully punching his shoulder. he beamed, happy you aren't cross. after half an hour of you and breyden talking and catching up, nick slowly gets up from his spot, sitting next to you at the island on the second stool.

you turn your head, smiling before looking back at breyden who was wheezing over some story. nick got really comfortable and you all had a lovely time. then it was time for you to go. you allowed them to keep the brownies and other desserts, but threatened to slit their throats if you dont get your container back next time.

walking back home was comfortable and quiet, but you also wished you had a car to drive. your skirt blew in the wind of the night as you pondered over your visit.

after a few minutes of walking, you thought about how happy breyden had someone. you didnt ask if they were together, but they seemed like they'd been married forever. you sweetly smile at the thought. but then the corners of your lips drop, remembering your bad experience of your first boyfriend.

a/n: IT KINDA SUCKS BUT ITLL GET BETTER LET ME COOK.

tags!! @stargirlsturniololover @latinasforchrizz @leah-loves-lilies

[ryuuzn]

— Breaking his promise

— characters include; heizou, mentions of kujou sara

— genre; angst, teyvat not modern au

➜﹒tags: mentions of breakups, sad angsts, heizou is a dick

⸝⸝ᨒ "a/n"✫ wrote this less than an hour lol, pls give me some reqs, im kinda bored

Summary: Heizou didn’t mean to, he didn’t mean to hurt you or make you upset in anyway. He knew you had a crush on him since the both of you was little and was planning to marry you but…why must this happen.

You’ve been dating heizou for a long time now and he’s been a great boyfriend to you. Yeah he may flirt a little bit with his female colleagues but you tend to ignore it since he didn’t REALLY mean it. After finishing the chores in the afternoon you were planning on waiting for him to come home. Time has passed and dinner was almost ready but he wasn’t home yet. You were scared and nervous that he might of gotten hurt so you went to check at his usual workplace.

While walking in town, a friend of yours ran towards you. “HEYYY” she tackles you “how have you’ve been these days? I haven’t seen you in months” “I’ve been okay, im just walking to my boyfriend’s workplace to see why he isnt home yet” “your boyfriend? you mean you guys are still dating?” she looks at you with a confused face “yea? about 5 years now, im planning on marrying him too” you said happily while walking down the town. “oh…well..goodluck with that hehe…” she giggled as she walked away from you back to her store. You looked at her confused but forgot about it. You’ve arrived at heizou’s workplace. The police station. You walk in and see kujou sara on the way and asks her “hey sara, is heizou still here?” she looks at you with wide eyes “oh….um..” you were confused, why is that everytime you talk about your boyfriend people would stare with worried like eyes or act weird. “yes..he’s still here in his office. It’s down that hallway” she points at his door. “thank you sara, I appreciate it” she stared at you while you walk down the hallway and left. Concerned for you and that you won’t be too upset about what you are about to see. As you walk down the hallway, you could hear his voice and..another voice? A female one. It could be one of his colleagues, though it sounds like they were flirting. You did told heizou that he should stop flirting with others for a while because at some points it gets too while to where he looks like he wants to get with someone else. You walk closer to the door, tip toeing and putting your ear on the door. You hear giggling so you thought they might just be talking about something nice. Until you heard something you didn’t like.

You hear wet noises coming from the door. You were guessing they were sipping some tea until you heard something coming from his mouth. “mmmh…I love you sweetheart, you’ll ever be my best loving girlfriend. Oh I can’t wait to marry you” was he drunk? could he possibly think that the woman he’s with is you? or is he really doing what you think it is. The wet kissing noises continue and you wanted to rot. Moans and laughter are coming pass the door and you decided to slam the door open. Heizou and the woman stared at you in shock as you glare at heizou. He immediately let go of the girl and got up until you slapped him. He falls to the grown and you ran away outside of the station.

There’s no way he actually did that, right? RIGHT?! you thought as you ran home. Lock all the doors and went and pack up your stuff. He promised from when you both started dating that he would always stay with you and would forever be with you. You guess he doesn’t even care anymore because that promise is going towards another woman that you don’t even know. Just how long were they together? While packing your stuff, you hear loud banging coming from the front door. You probably thought it was heizou so ignored it. The door bust opened and he went looking for you in every room screaming you name. “Y/N! PLEASE COME OUT. I CAN EXPLAIN” explain? explain my ass I don’t wanna hear your excuses he busted your bedroom door open to see you packing your stuff away, his heart shrunk as he slowly walks towards you. “Honey….no..please” he grabs you by the shoulder. You grab his wrists and pulls if off your shoulder, slapping him afterwards. “Do not talk to me, I don’t even want to hear your excuses” you yelled “but i-” “don’t even say anything, now answer me..how long were you two together” he gulps as he stared at you. He was calling her sweetheart and saying that she’s his everything and wanted to marry her….you wanted to know how long they’ve been together because he has only said that to you ONCE.

“I..uh-” he’s studdering, of course he’s studdering. He has no excuses to make because he knows what he did was wrong. But the real question was did he ever cared for you. “answer my question you bastard before I LEAVE” you yelled “two years” he blurted out. two years they’ve been together and you never even noticed. You also never seen that woman ever in your life and he’s just doing whatever he wants with her by cheating on you. Tears kept pouring down to your chin and dripping on your shirt. You didn’t care anymore. You quickly packed up your stuff and walked away from him. He tried to grab your arm but then pulled his hand back. He knew if he’d say something, you wouldn’t care so he decided to leave you alone.

A few months later, you were casually shopping for stuff with your friend and your new boyfriend. You all were picking up clothes and buying food because your friend wanted to have a sleepover at the inn you stayed in with your boyfriend. You too haven’t been together for too long and is still getting to know eachother but you love him so much and he loves you a lot too. While passing by the food stalls, you hear giggling from across you. You look to see heizou and his girlfriend happily at the food stall sharing food. You stared at them for a bit then it started to rain. Heizou then covered up the girl with his jacket and then his eyes met yours. The both of you didn’t break eye contact until your boyfriend appeared with his jacket over yours telling you to come with him. You walk away with your boyfriend as heizou looks at you in sadness. He wonders why he did this in the first place.

part 2?

[lovesclinic]

ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 !! ꒱

ღ. synopsis ; you and ajax were quite different, but thats what made you such a good couple, until you overheard his friends talking about your relationship..

ღ. pairing ; ajax petropolus x smart reader

ღ. notes ; angst and then comforting, i never see ajax stuff here :( also not a big thing but in this oneshot reader wears glasses (im projecting) and isn’t really the type to wear beanies and stuff like ajax - thats why its titled opposites attract

ajax had asked you on a date a few months ago, and you were distant, not because there's anything bad about him, you actually really liked him. it's just that he was quite different to you.

he was laidback, smoked, humorous. you were quiet and focussed on school.

not only were your personalities quite different, but the way you liked to dress and present yourself too. ajax wore beanies and loose fitting clothing, while you wore glasses and dressed as neatly as possible.

but despite your obviously opposing styles, both visibly and internally, you had accepted that first date and many more.

after multiple dates ajax took you to the weathervane and seemed quite nervous, as he asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you happily agreed.

ajax's friends hadnt been aware of you two until dm more recently, but you got along well with xavier and his girlfriend bianca, and rowan.

you had just gotten out of class, and following your usual routine you walked over to your usual table. sitting there was xavier and rowan from ajax's usual friend group facing the away from you.

due to them facing the opposite direction to you, they didnt notice your presence. otherwise they would’ve shutup immediately, knowing how protective ajax is.

"i mean, i just think theyre too different y'know," you had walked up to the table to sit and wait for ajax to finish class and come sit with you, however hearing xavier's words you couldnt help but falter in your steps.

"no i get it, Y/N has her whole smart girl thing going on, but i think ajax'll get bored of that sooner or later." you didn't wait to stick around to hear them talk more about how wrong you are, you swiftly turned around, marching toward your dorm with a mission in mind.

"hey enid?" you called out for your roommate, who you knew was staying in her dorm during lunch today to catch up on sleep.

"oh yeah hey Y/N!" enid was seemingly, not asleep.

"i knowww I said i was resting but i changed my mind, im putting together outfits!" enid held up a variety of multicoloured fabrics in an enthusiastic tone, before her eyes softened as she noticed the tears holding on to the tips of your eyelashes, threatening to fall.

"oh sweets! whats wrong," enid hurriedly hopped off the floor to pull you into a comforting hug, which was the final straw for you.

you couldnt help but cry as the girl soothed you, running her fingers through your hair in a sisterly manner as you cried.

"its stu-stupid really," you sniffled out before reluctantly pulling back from enid's warm embrace, "can you help me be more like ajax's type?"

while enid was confused, she still helped, asking a lot of questions that you refused to answer, you knew she would tell your boyfriend. and ajax would say that it was wrong, you dint need to change, when deep down he was most likely lying to you and would break up with you when he got sick of your nerdy nature.

ajax <3: hey i missed you at break! come watch a movie with me xav bianca and rowan 🛹

ajax <3: p.s i promise it wont be too scary bunny

his texts made you want to cry all over again. he lobed scary movies while you avoided them, you really were too different.

when you arrived at ajax's dorm room, he immediately pulled you into the hallway. enid had dressed you in baggy black jeans that you were practically falling out of, a small white tank top that was teeny tiny and uncomfortable, with a big dark green beanie that was so big for your head that it almost covered tour eyes from seeing, which wouldn't be so bad considering you couldnt even see anything, having chosen not to wear your glasses.

"what are you wearing?" ajax asked with raised eyebrows, first you hadnt been at lunch, then he hadnt seen you for the rest of the day as you had skipped to spend all day with enid. he was really worried.

"what do you mean?" you crossed your arms wincing, your ‘new look’ and change of attire were clearly uncomfortable.

ajax only gave you a stern look in response, causing you to sigh. "m’sorry, i heard people saying that we weren't super compatible, that maybe you dint like me being all, yknow. so i wanted to dress how you'd maybe like." you shrugged, eyes glued to the ground, too embarrassed to look even at your boyfriend.

ajax raised his hand to your chin, gently tilting your face upwards, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"you do know i love the way you dress! your glasses and your hair and your non-blindness," ajax quips when he sees you beginning to squint in an attempt to see him.

you cant help but hug him in relief.

"hey! how who said that about you?"

the rest of the night was spent with you in your bunny pattered pyjama set you had left at ajax’s dorm one night. the whole evening was spent watching the movie you got to choose, while it seemed that xavier and rowan had suddenly decided to want to cater to your every need.

would you like me to get you a drink Y/N?

oh here, have some blankets!

i love your pjs Y/N

you had a feeling ajax had something to do with it, but when you cornered him to question his about it, he only smirked at you teasingly and responded with,

“well of course not, its not my fault that they wanted to give you the treatment you deserve!”

[p1-f1]

Apologizing and comforting s/o for being rude

Starring: Kyle Broflovski

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Wc: 1,550

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Readers gender: none mentioned.

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Warnings: cursing, reader vapes, Kyle being a meanie :(

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Notes: thank u @imm0rtalken , @tiniedemon , @h-harleybaby for feedback! (Yes, I was that nervous. Don't judge me :,() also it's 5am im tired as fuck

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The mahogany tables of the library filled your vision as you lifted your head up, awakening from your little nap. You had been studying for almost an hour and a half.

Looking over at your ginger haired boyfriend, it was clear he had no intention of stopping. But that didn't stop you. Reaching over the lens scattered between the two of you, along with various papers and your laptop, you put your hand on his ring adorned one.

He flipped his, and you intertwined fingers. Looking out at the window, you see the rain pouring down. Many students were usually here on rainy days, but today many students had classes.

Your own study session ended thirty minutes ago. The sticker covered laptop and notebooks you owned were closed, and had been for a while.

It was nice how he still made sure to hold your hand, even while working. The whole time you were studying your hands were together under the table. When you couldn't hold on to his hand, you had your hand on his knee.

The little things were the ones that made big differences. Until the little things were boring. Half an hour later, Kyle's two hour mark, you pulled his sleeve.

"Yes, love?" The ginger asked softly, as he smiled at you, his dimples showing.

"Wanna end the session, Ky?"

Kyle shook his head, looking at his phone with a sigh. He truly felt bad, but his exams were more important.

"Forty-five more minutes, dear."

You whined, letting go of his sleeve.

"Kyle! You told me two hours. It's been two hours."

"Y/N, exams are coming up. You need to study too."

A groan escaped your mouth, but you two were still whispering. (Stfu it's a library) He cocks his head, raising an eyebrow. When you were acting childish, the Sheila instincts kicked in.

"Sorry.. " You muttered, putting your head down again. The best thing was, especially if you wouldn't win this argument, was to take a nap. It happened every session. Kyle studies for longer than planned, you take a few cat naps.

☆★☆★

As the music in your headphones stopped, you opened your eyes. Kyle looked over at you, fixing his glasses and cocking his head.

You sat up, rubbing your tired eyes and taking out your headphones. One thing you didn't expect was when you checked your phone, it read 7:27 PM. 200 minutes he had been eighty minutes since Kyle said forty more.

"Kyle."

"Yes, dear?" He answered with a nervous grin as you held up your phone.

"You said forty more minutes."

"Look-"

Even though it wasn't that big of a deal, it aggravated you how long he wanted to study. Sure exams were important, but couldn't he just take a break?

"I've been here for 3 hours. Over half of that is waiting for you. Just take a break!" You exclaimed, still trying to stay quiet (library, still) For some reason, this agitated Kyle more.

"Dove, calm dow-"

"No! You've been doing this all week. As much as I love sleeping, I don't want to do this over and over."

Kyle scoffed, turning fully to you. Now you knew you had his attention. It was what you wanted, sure, but not like this. Not in the argumentative way.

"Don't join me then."

The ginger stated, crossing his arms.

"I thought you like doing this with me and spending time with me but boy was I a fool, huh?"

He scoffed once again, his brows furrowing as if he was offended. It's not that you didn't want to spend time with him, it's that you wanted to spend time in a bed, or a park, or hell, even the dining hall. Not a library. Not somewhere that you looked it was books and pens.

"I do want to spend time with you. Don't even suggest I don't. But I don't want to spend time with you while you study. You don't even take breaks."

"Sorry I actually care about my future. You obviously think you're destined to go nowhere if you keep that up. God, no wonder my exam results are always better than yours. You're a slacker."

Kyle said with a chuckle, and a shake of his head. Once he realized he wasn't just joking around with his friends, he paused.

You were gone. The moment he said that, you stormed off with your hoodie. Out into the pouring rain away from him.

☆★☆★

A part of you wanted to think he was right. The other wanted to slap him across his face for being a dick. (Violence is never the answer kids) But maybe he was right. Maybe that one part of you should be trusted.

As the rain wet your hoodie, a familiar face was seen leaning on a wall with a vape in hand. The face was Cartman.

"Hey, bitch."

"Shut the fuck up."

Your relationship with Cartman was just a funny one. It's not like you were enemies. His green vape was snatched by you, taking a long puff before handing it back. A few smoke clouds came out of your mouth as you coughed lightly.

"Fucking dumbass. Don't breathe in so hard."

"Curl up and die, dickwad."

The two of you laughed and joked, he made you forget about your little bicker by calling you names and saying jokes. Eric would never admit it, but he saw you as one of his closest friends. You, on the other hand, were open about it.

After your little vape moment, he took you to a local taco shop, and surprisingly bought you food. The two of you sat on the steps outside of your dorm building, judging people who walked by and laughing with each other.

"You owe me, microass."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever jelly rolls."

You snickered and punched his shoulder lightly, receiving an "ow!" Even though you hardly put any force behind it.

"Thanks for like, taking my mind off of Kyle."

"I didn't do that for you. I was bored and you're not completely dull."

The brunette rolled his eyes as you snorted. You give him a quick hug before jogging up the steps and to the stairs.

☆★☆★

Waking up to 20+ missed messages wasn't something you'd expect normally, especially when they all came from one person. Along with messages, there were around 5 missed calls.

The previous night you had been goofing off with cartman, you had your phone off and silenced. Nothing could stop you from having fun with a good friend.

Reading the texts, you could tell Kyle wanted to apologize. But, nonetheless, you turned your phone off and walked out of your room to the kitchen.

"Hiya Y/N!"

A cheery Marjorine declared, leaning down to hug you. She was always a cheery girl, often waking you up with breakfast. You had grown close to her, helped her transition, and been her lifeline when her parents were abusive.

"Hey Marj."

You gladly hugged back, inhaling the scent of just general sweetness from the girl's clothes. Somehow she always smelled like a candy shop, or a bakery. Two smells everyone loved.

"Oh hamburgers! Y/n, Kyle came by! He wants you to go to the cafe at…9:30 I think."

"Marj! Why didn't you wake me?!"

The poor girl apologized a bunch, as you scrambled to get ready in just thirty minutes. Somehow, even after the time crunch, you still looked as amazing as ever.

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"Dove."

A familiar and soft voice said from behind you, Kyle's tall figure standing right behind you. One thing you took in was a small bag on his arm, looking down at it as he looked down at you.

"I'm really sorry. Just, please have coffee with me."

For some reason, you didn't want to speak. So you just nodded. The coffee shop was nice and cozy, with warm lighting and friendly faces (south park reference?!) and people.

With a warm cup in your hand, Kyle sat across from you with a somehow still soft gaze.

"Please just look at me. I've been trying to reach you all day. I'm sorry, dear. I snapped and I shouldn't have. Exam week is stressful- and, I just didn't know what to do."

Your eyes met his Basil colored ones, just like how your hands met. The comforting words were nice. And this little date was much better than the library.

"-ent a slacker. You aren't below me, or anything. You're perfect. And the best partner I could ask for. I shouldn't have said anything so mean, hon, I'm really sorry. Please forgive me."

Silver rubbed against your knuckle as Kyle stroked your hand with his long fingers, nervously and affectionately. It was cute. He was cute.

"I forgive you."

And there you were. Lost in your boyfriend's green eyes and forever lost there. If you were lost in his eyes, you never wanted to be found.

☆★☆★

A FEW EXTRA HCS ✩★!!

hardly studies in front of you after that.

He doesn't want to seem like he thinks he's better or anything.

You go along with it even though it doesn't bother you.

Scolds you for Cartman being the first person you go to.

If you ever mention struggling academically, he's there.

Pencil in hand, just right behind you.