#it's 2am and i can't think straight

[enemies-to-lovers-50k-slow-burn]

jason's stressed.

well, perhaps stressed isn't the right word. he has trouble admitting it to himself much less anyone else and that's exactly why he's staring at kyle, draped across his chest, like a creep.

just before kyle's mission jason had the strangest thought.

they were sitting in his living room. jason on the couch with a book and a tea on a table next to him, kyle a bit further with paint on his hands and cheeks as he created another masterpiece. there's a soft melody in the background and it's peaceful in a way it only ever is with kyle.

and jason thinks that it wasn't supposed to happen.

the peace.

warm and loving and made out of feelings so sincere - of feelings he once thought were unreal.

it wasn't supposed to happen, he thinks, there was pain which lead to even more pain which lead to death.

and there wasn't supposed to be anything after that.

but somehow there is.

huh.

there was pain and death, but now there's peace, warmth and... love. such pure and sincere he sometimes worries it will leave the same way it came.

across the room kyle starts humming the melody that's filling the room. it was such a minor thing in the background and now it's all he can focus on. he relaxes back into the couch and reads.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

and oh.

i love you, he thinks, marry me.

and suddenly he's so terrified.

he was sure it would pass by the time kyle came back from space.

and then he catches himself thinking about what ring would suit kyle best. if he would cry or laugh.

he doesn't notice just yet, but not even for a moment does he wonder if kyle will agree. like it's obvious, like it can't end in a way other than a "yes".

the fear doesn't leave, not really. it's there, but - jason thinks - it has always been there.

and it's no longer about losing what he has now.

god only knows kyle is too stubborn and too loving for that.

no, he's not afraid of losing kyle.

rather, about how much he wants it. craves it, longs for it. he's terrified of how much he loves him.

so clearly, the decision was already made for him.

then he remembers. a memory, a small store in saudi arabia and jason is across the country before any of his siblings can react. he's back the next week with a small box in his pocket and is sure, absolutely sure that this is it.

it's so much bigger than anything he has ever done.

when kyle returns there's a feast waiting for him. after that, he insists he's not tired and jason stares for a long, long moment before thinking one intense "fuck it" and dragging him out of the apartment.

they end up on a field and suddenly jason has no idea what to do.

so kyle, the love of his life, puts his arms around his shoulders, leans on him and hums the same melody that played in his apartment that day.

and jason thinks that this is actually the end. because there's just simply nothing else. there was nothing before kyle and there will be nothing after him. jason can only feel his heart if he has kyle in his arms.

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

there just simply won't be any "after kyle". this is it.

there is no power in any world, any universe that could make him stop loving this man.

he isn't doing this right, he thinks, he's supposed to be on his knees offering kyle his heart.

instead he takes kyle's face in his hands, looks him in the eyes and offers him everything he has, everything he is and will be.

offers him his heart, his soul and his life. gives and gives until he has nothing left.

"marry me"

he already owns him, might as well make sure everyone else knows that.

kyle smiles, so beautiful and sure. jason feels the acceptance pressed into his lips. he will feel it for days, weeks, months after this moment.

and that's, he thinks, that's the reason. that's the reason it's so easy.

because he looks in his boyfriend's, fiancé's, future husband's eyes and sees everything he feels mirrored in them.

he does not believe in god, never has, but - he thinks - he's quite sure this is what salvation feels like.

[violadvis]

JORDAN LI & MARIE MOREAU GEN V | S01E05 'Welcome to the Monster Club'

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

see sometimes I try and think about it all more logically. what if it was all happening to a friend. my friend!! you completely forgot to feed your kitten his wet food for five days? you haven't drunk water for a couple of days? you didn't shower or change your clothes for four days? you've only eaten two actual meals in the last two days? your average sleep in the last week is around five hours? my friend, you need help.

since it's me, I don't need help.

[darthgloris]

2AM THOUGHTS #4: "This idiot is so down bad, your honour."

Anakin looked out at the campsite and huffed a tired breath. As his eyes flickered through the Clones and Jedi, he happened to catch sight of a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in two years.

He approached her curiously, gently touching her arm to get her attention.

"Y/N?" He asked as he took in her face again. It had to be her. "It can't be..."

"Who are you?" She asked, eyebrows furrowed as she wondered how he knew her name.

"It's me, Anakin!" He said, smiling.

"Ani?" She recalled, and the use of his nickname sent chills down his spine. Her face broke out into a grin as she recognized him and she jumped in joy. "Whoa!" Anakin laughed, joining into her childish outburst of emotion.

"How did you-"

"What are you-"

They giggled as he picked her up in his arms and twirled her around in pure bliss, not caring who saw.

She was back.

He had his Y/N back!

"Maker, I missed you so much!" She said, smiling ear-to-ear.

"I missed you, too! I mean, look at you!" He exclaimed, looking for the right choice of words. "You're grown-up now!"

She giggled, cupping his face in her hands and running her thumbs over his cheekbones. "And you... look how handsome you are now! I didn't think you could get any more beautiful but you look divine..."

He smiled at her in that way that she remembered, how his eyes would sparkle and his adorable dimples would show; that same smile that made her knees buckle still had the same effect on her.

"Me? Have you seen you? You're- you're stunning." He breathed and smiled like an idiot when she hugged him again.

"Master, Master Kenobi and I- oh." Ahsoka said, approaching the two friends.

"Master? You have a Padawan now?" She asked, smirking. "I never would have guessed it."

"Neither would I," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ahsoka, this is Y/N, she's my best friend!"

"It's nice to meet you." The young girl smiled, offering her a nod.

"Oh, please, the pleasure is all mine." She grinned, nodding back. "Is he a good Master?"

"Yeah, he's okay." Ahsoka teased, and Anakin mocked offense by putting a hand on his chest.

"Uh, excuse me!" He said, but he couldn't keep a straight face, making Y/N laugh. He couldn't help but feel a sense of fullness when he heard her laughter leave her lips. Now it was just like when they were Padawans, when he used to make a stupid joke in an inappropriate moment and they'd hold back their snorts until they were forced to, only to burst out laughing the minute they were free until tears beaded up in their eyes.

"Um, why don't I show you around a bit?" Anakin offered.

"Maybe you can show her your tent..." she teased without thinking.

"Ahsoka!" He responded through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at her.

Y/N's cheeks tinted a soft pink, but she regained her composure to answer. "I'd love to, but I have a few things to do right now."

His expression fell slightly, like a puppy who was being denied a chance to go for a walk. "How about we catch up later this evening?"

He immediately smiled again, agreeing without thinking twice. "Of course, that would be perfection!"

He internally cringed at his choice of words. Nice going, you jackass.

Y/N just giggled at his goofiness, and hugged him again. "Great. I'll see you later, Ani." She said and left a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, Ahsoka." She smiled at the Padawan, who waved back with a small smile as she looked at Anakin, who was watching her walk away while his fingertips grazed the spot her lips touched oh so gracefully.

"You are folding so damn hard for her and I am here for it." She chortled.

"What?! No! No, no!" He denied immediately. He didn't think his crush on her was so obvious. Was it?

"What's going on here?" Obi-Wan asked as he walked towards Master and Padawan.

"Y/N's back." Anakin hurried to speak before Ahsoka.

His response made Obi-Wan guffaw as well.

"This idiot is so down bad, your honour." She explained after his outburst.

"Oh, you have no idea, young one."

"Oh, shut up..." he groaned, but still looked at the direction she went in with a longing expression.

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka shared a knowing smile. She had never seen her Master, usually collected and suave, so head-over-heels for someone.

And she wasn't going to stop teasing him for the life of her.

[earthtooz]

𝟐:𝟎𝟑 𝐀𝐌

fluff, hints at a fight that happened so minimal hurt/comfort, sooo much swearing, ooc rin bc he's so hard to write wtf he has a personality of an apple but i love him <3

it’s 2 am.

it’s 2 am and someone is knocking on your door like a madman.

you were simply trying to catch some shut eye, exhausted from a day of grieving and almost breaking down into tears on several occasions. the accumulation of a shitty day, a stressful deadline, and the massive fight you had with your boyfriend, itoshi rin, two days ago, really committed to keeping your day melancholic at best. sleep was everything you needed right now, both for its regenerative and escapist purposes.

yet again, you really cannot catch a break from the spite of the universe because it is out of rage that you find yourself walking towards your front door; an anger that dissipates when you see who it is on the other side.

1/3 of the reason why your day sucked. your painfully beautiful boyfriend.

the argument you had with rin was left open-ended on whether the relationship should continue or not. to you, it seemed as though both parties were at different opinions, with you wanting to maintain what you had. after two days of not responding to your texts, you suppose that that had been a short way of answering the ambiguity.

willingly, although reluctantly, you open the door, preparing to end something that you were not ready to let go.

he’s sweaty and he’s panting. did he run up the stairs or something, why is he so puffed? how is he so pretty despite that?

“hey,” you begin, feeling small in his presence. rin bores through you with his teal eyes, not saying anything. you cringe at the silence.

“i appreciate the effort but y’know, if you wanted to make our breakup official couldn’t you have done it at a reasonable hour, rin?”

his eyes narrow at that statement, betraying his usually stoic expression with furrowed brows and an agape mouth. confused. he’s confused, but you don’t see any of it because you find the floor more interesting than your boyfriend (?).

with a deep inhale, you just decide to go for it. if he’s not going to declare it, then you will. “look, rin, maybe you’re right, if this relationship is holding you back then maybe it is best we-“

“-the olive theory.”

“excuse me?”

the first words this man utters to you after two days… is the olive theory?

the dark-haired continues. “the olive theory, we’re- we’re supposed to be compatible.”

you are way over your head right now. did you even wake up? is this a dream? why is your, usually all-straight-talk, boyfriend talking to you about the olive theory at 2am, stammering whilst doing so? what kind of hallucination is this?

“rin, what?”

“i like olives, you hate them, we’re meant to work, and i don’t think i can continue on like this.”

you blink once, twice, three times before pointing at him. “you’re telling me that we’re compatible, yet in the same sentence, telling me that we should break up?”

"i didn’t want to break up?”

“but you just said you can’t continue on like this, what else do you mean?” your voice is at a hushed whisper at best, and although you wanted to raise it louder, you fear that your neighbours would not be happy.

“i meant that i can’t continue on without you!”

silence.

“i’ve become so co-dependent on you that i fucking hate it. i can’t fucking function without you, even that fuckhead isagi knows that i’m off and it’s all because of you. it’s only been two fucking days and i’m not landing 60% of my goals, i’m not receiving 20% of my passes correctly, and i keep tripping over myself, you’re ruining me, y/n.”

the flurry of emotions within you triples, and you’re so flabbergasted that no words can escape your mouth. truthfully, you can't think straight, but if you could, the words would fizzle out in your throat before they even saw the light of day.

“if i have to suffer any more of this stupid silence between us then i might kill a bitch. that bitch being the antennae freak.”

even more silence, and rin is practically begging you with his gaze to say something. funnily enough, the next thing you murmur is out of reflex: “don’t say that about shidou.”

he groans. “if i didn’t love you, i would choke you right now.” wow, itoshi rin has a way with words.

the threat causes you to crack a smile. “well, good thing you love me,” you mutter whilst grabbing him by the wrists to pull him inside your apartment. “and it’s a good thing i love you too.”

“well no shit, we’ve been in a relationship for-“

“-shut up and kiss me, you smooth talker.”

the soccer player smirks in amusement before leaning forward, closing the physical and metaphorical space between you, soothing the heartache with gentle touches and a fervent need to love one another.

༊* BONUS:

“why are you here at 2 am? i thought you, of all people, would be fast asleep.”

“tried to, can’t sleep without you- you’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

you smile fondly as he hooks an arm around you waist, collapsing into you as a way of saying that he doesn’t mean his rough words. “so i’m just another bedwarmer?” you ask teasingly.

he grumbles a ‘tch’, digging his nose into your nape. “you’re an idiot.”

“thank you, love. speaking of bedwarming, can we go to sleep?” perfectly paired with a yawn, rin looks at you with slight guilt in his eyes before dragging you down the memorised path to your bedroom.

once there, he wastes little time in dragging you into the sanctuary of your bed, and you let out a sigh of content when rin turns off the lights and pulls the covers up. instinctively, your hands retreat to his hair, carding through them.

he’s holding you close, hands resting protectively around your waist.

“we have a lot to talk about in the morning, but did you not get any of my texts?”

“you texted?”

“…yeah?”

“oh yeah, i remember now that i blocked you after our fight.”

you mercilessly smother him with your pillow.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Cooking Skills: Charlie Feat. Auntie Rosie

Charlie: Rooooossiiiiiie!!!

Rosie: Charlie, dear! What a surprise?! What brings you all the way to Cannibal Town?

Charlie: Do you know anything about cooking? (Sees the multitude of various "finger" sandwiches and winces) Erm... Cooking in a non-cannibal way?

Rosie: Hmmmm... Can't say I do, sweetie. It's been a long time since I've cooked anything without sinner flesh. Why do you ask?

Charlie: I told Vaggie that I wanted to cook a nice dinner for her, and she gave me that "Oh shit, please don't" smile that she usually gets when she's not 100% confident in my skills!

Rosie: I take it you're not much of a little chef?

Charlie: (holds her head in her hands) I can't even boil water without it burning!

Rosie: Have you tried asking your father? I've heard that he can cook.

Charlie: Pancakes. He's good at making pancakes. Everything else... well....

-Flashback-

Lucifer: (in the kitchen at 2am, crying) Depressed?! I'm not depressed! Can a depressed, divorced dad do this?! (shovels plain baked pie crust and fried apples into his mouth, topping it all off by squirting whipped cream in a deconstructed apple pie) *sniff* I'm sooohoo lonely!

-Present-

Rosie: Oh! Shit. That's quite the predicament.

Charlie: I don't know what to do.

Rosie: Hmmmm.... I think I might know a gal who can help you out~

-Across the Pentagram-

Rosie: (walks up the steps and knocks on the solid metal door) Carmilla, dear! It's Rosie!

Carmilla: (face pops up on an intercom speaker) Rosie, for the last time. I don't want to join your Bridge club.

Rosie: Oh, no! I'm not here for that. I'll get you next week, ha! No, I'm here with Miss Charlie. She's having a bit of a conundrum.

Charlie: (waves awkwardly) H-How do you do?

Carmilla: Princess? This is a surprise. Well, out with it.

Charlie: IwannamakedinnerforVaggie, butshedoesntthinkicancook, andIhavenowhereelsetogo-

Carmilla: Rosie, are you able to translate this gibberish?

Rosie: Charlie needs help cooking a lovely, comforting meal for her little girlfriend.

Carmilla: .......You honestly came here to ask me to help you learn to cook?

Rosie: You betcha!

Carmilla: ....... (screen goes black)

Charlie: Wait! (Plasters her face to the screen) Carmilla! I-I mean! Ms. Carmine, please, I desperately need your help!

-Door slides open to Carmine standing imposing in the doorway-

Carmilla: If you're going to be cooking my recipes, in my kitchen, then you're going to be respectful and follow everything I say. Do you understand?

Charlie: (spine snaps ramrod straight) Yes, Ma'am!

Carmilla: Very well, come in.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

11&12😍

It won't hurt will it?

Kinktober request: 11 Boyfriend Yunho, Impact play

Pairing: Soft boyfriend hard dom Yunho x fem reader

Summary: Yunho was your sweet golden retriver boyfriend that always catered to you and your needs, that was great and all but sometimes you wanted a little extra push, or slap?

Word Count: 1.6K

Kink: Impact play

Warning: Impact play, spanking, degrading

A/N: This shit is just straight up porn it don't even have a halloween or fall theme this was just freaky as hell lol

Minors dni

"Sooooo? What do you think?" You happily turned to your handsome boyfriend with the cutest smile while you sat in his lap on the couch.

Yunho used his other arm to reach up and scratch his head while the other was still wrapped around your waist, you could see his puffy cheeks start to grow red.

"I don't know Y/N... What if I hurt you?" His eyes met yours and you rolled yours.

"That's the point baby, Impact play isn't meant to feel soft, it's a chance to let out your tough side!" you said still trying to convince him. Yunho has all ways been a picture-perfect gentleman, he treats you with the utmost respect outside the bedroom and in the bed, he is a gentle giant that takes his time with you and while that is beautiful you couldn't help but wanted more. You would find yourself randomly watching BDSM porn and wanting Yunho to take his big veiny hands and strike your ass or face, but you knew he wouldn't just do it, he would rather die than hurt you.

"Is this about something I did? Do I not satisfy you anymore? I did the name calling and choking and being more aggressive like you wanted am I not doing it good?" you could see the worry on his face, and you quickly hugged it out of him.

"Noooooo baby it's not you I promise! It's me I just wanted to try some new things forget I asked, okay?" you of course still wanted to try it but if it made Yunho insecure then fuck that.

Later that night you cooked dinner for the two of you then after you were done you both took a shower, kissing and hugging each other throughout while the water ran over your bodies. Yunho's large hands perfectly palmed your round ass, and it made you crazy, you started to get lost in the imagination of feeling the stinging pain of him slapping your wet ass in the shower while his words degraded you. Feeling his hands grip your neck while the other slapped you for harboring such dirty thoughts about your lover. You snapped out of your thought when the cold water started to hit your back.

"Come on, let’s get out beautiful." Yunho said while leading you out the shower, you both put your robes on and dried off to get dressed, Yunho put on a t-shirt and his boxers while you just slid on a silk nightgown. You both cuddled into bed and eventually drifted off to sleep, later in the night around 2am you were woken up to a pressure against your ass and Yunho kissing down your neck, his hands were already in your gown as he gently massaged your chest, you started to whimper as his finger started to play with your sensitive nipples.

"Can't sleep Yun?" you asked.

"I can't stop thinking about what we talked about earlier..." He said in between kissing your neck.

"Baby I said you don't have to worry about it, if it makes you uncom-"

"I want to do it." he interrupted you to say, you pussy throbbed a bit.

"O-oh! Oh, you do? are you sure?"

"Yes, but if you don't want to anymore then we don't have too."

"No! No, I do please let’s do it Yun please."

"Okay, if I go overboard or make you uncomfortable, let me know. I might not be able to control myself..." when those words left his mouth you knew you were in for a treat, even though Yunho was new to being Dom he still entered Dom space pretty easy, fucking you till you drooled, degrading you just right and choking you till you covered his dick in your cum, it was all just a treat. He snaked his arm under you to wrap his hand under your and neck, he squeezed and turned your head back so your lips could connect. The kiss was very hot and eager, you followed his motion as he slid his tongue into your mouth, you could feel his other hand cascade down your body and stop at your ass. He started to rub and grip your ass, feeling the fleshy mound in his palms, his hand lifted and then came back down, an audible smack was heard in the room, he immediately continued to grip and rub you to subside the sting. Your mind was going crazy as you yelped into his mouth upon being struck, his lips moved off of yours and he checked your face for any discomfort.

"W-was that too rough?" he said nervously.

"No please keep going, you can be rough with me Yun." he nodded and continued to kiss you, his hands rubbed your ass and then he detached his lips again, before you could ask what’s wrong another smack landed on your ass, you yelled out a swear while you face contorted to show your pleasure, your pussy was pulsing, you could feel the wet sensation between your thighs thanks to going to bed with no panties. Yunho once again rubbed your ass to soothe the pain then smacked it again, this time your body jolted at the power of the smack, your eyes rolled back feeling the pleasurable stinging.

"You're such a fucking slut, already about to cum from getting her little ass spanked, I haven't even fucked your needy little pussy yet." He said into your ear, more moans feel from your lips as he taunted you with his hands around your throat, he removed his hand from your ass to your core, he rubbed his 2 long digits between your hot pussy and wasted no time slipping them into your hole. He pumped them into a feel times while your walls clenched and unclenched around them, your started to moan more since Yunhos finger could reach so deep into you, but he pulled them out causing you to let out a disappointed whimper. He brought his two finger up to your face, even in the dark moonlit room you could see your slick glistening on his digits.

"Look how wet you are for me, did you really want me to spank your slutty ass that badly?"

"Yes, yes I wanted it so bad." when you replied you could feel his dick hard press into your ass, he gripped the sides of your cheeks with his thumb and index finger causing your mouth to pucker. Without warning he slid his wet fingers into your mouth, his fingers started to fuck your mouth while you sucked your juices off of his fingers, he occasionally touched the back of your throat and it made you gag, drool and saliva fell from your mouth uncontrollably. "Eager little cock slut already drooling to get fucked, get up and take off your gown so you can sit on my dick." you immediately did what you were told and got undressed, Yunho did the same. He laid on his back while you climb onto him to straddle him, you lined his long dick up with your entrance and slid down slowly, Yunhos hands flew to your ass, you placed your hands on his stomach and sat there once he was completely inside you, due to Yunhos length you had to adjust for a moment. After about 30 seconds you dropped your head back, even without moving Yunhos dick was sending you into orbit as it hit your cervix, Yunho waited for you to move and when you didn't you could feel a strike to your ass, you yelled out from the pain.

"Ride this fucking dick." you listened well as you started to rock your hips back and forth on his long dick. After getting comfortable you started to bounce on him, he moved his hand to your throat to grip it, your mouth was stuck open, your face was messy with drool still, he guided your body up and down his length, he watched you fall apart on his dick with your pussy throbbing on him, his, just like yours, climax was on the rise.

"You love fucking this dick, don't you?" he hissed.

You nodded your head then it happened, his hand gripped your throat tighter than a strong slap hit your cheek, a stinging sensation was on your face, you once again yelled out a string of curse words.

"Use your fucking words." he demanded.

"Yeesss." you wined out, your hips started to bounce faster, your pussy was squeezing his dick to milk his cum from his shaft, a wet slapping noise was filling the room. Another slap came across your cheek then you were soothed by Yunho sticking his thumb into your mouth, so you had something to suck on to bring you back down, your tears started to roll down your cheeks as you felt yourself fall into sub space.

"Yes what baby?" you continued to bounce as he drilled his hips upward to drive his dick even deeper into you.

"Yes I love this dick so fucking much!" you yelled out releasing his thumb, you could see stars as your climax hit you full on like a train, you stopped but Yunho kept driving his dick into you then he halted while he came deep into your pussy. You cried out his name while you sat on his dick, he removed himself from you then placed your limp sweaty body next to him you were still whimpering, and tears were still falling while your teeth chattered. He put his boxers back on to grab a warm towel to clean you up, after he was done, he wiped your tears and peppered your face with gentle kisses as he wrapped you both with the blanket.

"You did so well for me Y/N, I hope I wasn't too rough with you." he said as he cuddled you into his chest.

"It was so good Yun, thank you for being open to trying it." you placed your hand on his chest.

"Of course, I'm glad you liked it because this won't be the last time for sure." he smiled then you two drifted off to sleep.

[oatsmeall]

Softly, Quietly.

Jk! x f!reader | Established relationship

Jungkook imagine | warnings: Shy reader, insomnia.

On nights when you couldn't sleep you would just go to your living room or kitchen to listen to music softly and quietly while you brewed yourself some tea or coffee. This was your form of therapy.

Jungkook was no stranger to your actions but he did find it somewhat concerning. He heard the soft and quiet music coming from the kitchen, He was on his way to get a glass of water when he saw you swaying to the rythem of the song. He loved how at peace you looked.

Swaying your hips from side to side softly to the song 'at last' by Etta James. You were humming the song softly not even realizing Jungkook was standing behind you grabbing himself a glass from your cabinet.

"you're so beautiful, honey" Jungkook says pouring himself some water. You jump out of surprise.

"o- oh I didn't even hear or see you Kook, sorry if I made too much noise I know you're slee-"

"hey shh, it's okay. Promise you didn't wake me up. I just happened to randomly wake up. I was thirsty too so..." He trailed off.

"okay..." You smiled softly at him. Looking away shortly after, you hate to admit it but even after 3 years of dating Jungkook you're still shy around him. Feels like you're a child around your crush.

"You shy? Oh no.. c'mere babe." He grabs your face with his large hands and moves your hair behind your ear. Taking you in, he just stares at you fondly. His big doe eyes admiring you.

Shy still you become red and you sheepishly look down. An unexplainable wave of embarrassment overcomes you. He had no idea of the way he had you so weak.

"Kook..I- I can't.." you say looking down shyly.

"can't what baby? Look at me?" He says in a quiet laugh.

"mhmm... You know I-" he suddenly grabs your face catching you by surprise. He grabs it so you're looking at him.

"it's okay, here. I'm not gonna eat you." He says laughing again. He found this quite amusing. Shortly after the song 'seems like' by The Sinseers begins to play.

"mm I like this song, c'mere" he swiftly grabs you by the waist and pulls you away from the counter and into the middle of the living room.

"you're too beautiful. I love you." He says swaying with you while he holds your hand and his other hand he holds your waist. You guys danced quietly while the song played softly in the background. It felt like something straight out of a movie.

You rested your head on his shoulder while you still danced and swayed. He would whisper sweet things into your ear here and there, and you would giggle a little.

"I think we should do this more often, no?"

"you think so?"

"yes. I love this for us. I feel at peace. With you." You knew this sounded like a cliche but you didn't care in that moment. You were glad Jungkook was there with you. For you.

"mmk... " He says calmly, kissing your forehead and resting his head on top of yours.

11pm went by quick into 1am and then 2am. you guys were dancing and giggling in the living room. You felt like you fell more in love with Jungkook. Deeper and deeper. You were overwhelmed by his affection. The night deepened and you knocked out on top of Jungkook on the couch in the living room. With music peacefully playing in the background. Softly.

[fruity-fruition]

College Wondershow would send each other snack baskets/straight up buy each other delivery meals during exam season.

They're all accompanied by little notes.

Tsukasa's always ends with a star ☆ and some encouragement like "You can do this!!" Or reminders to take care of themselves like "make sure you've drank at least 3 glass of water by now!

Emu's notes are doodles alongside all caps handwriting. Similar to Tsukasa's, she sends words of encouragement but less... comprehensible. To outside eyes. Wondershow understands her perfectly

Rui has no words. It's literally just "nya" or :3 with no explanation. They fear he'd send them a pipe bomb one day (they know he won't. The anxiety is still there)

Nene would send lowercase lmao or rip bozo followed by a ♡. Occasionally, she would bluntly show concern and ask them if they've taken breaks.

(Ruikasa lives in the same dorms bc i think they're cute so usually these notes are for when their classes clash and they don't get to see each other for a whole day)

The entirety of Wondershow have a slight problems of taking care of themselves but they're never not concerned for each other. So sometimes, Tsukasa would have a passing thought of "I wonder if the others had eaten lunch yet" immediately followed by "FUCK WAIT I HAVEN'T EATEN LUNCH YET"

it's like. 4pm already.

Ruikasa can't stand being in their room after spending hours studying there so they cuddle on the couch.

Nene would prefer to live alone I think. She seems independent like that but she would be roommates with Emu for the time being because she's still a student, she has no money yet.

(Emu offered to help pay but Nene shot that down quickly)

Also, they have a schedule where they buy each other groceries and pass it through the SEKAI. So sometimes, at like, 2am, one of them would get a "hey I ran out of eggs btw" text and get reminded that oh yeah, it's their turn to grocery shop.

Anyways, domestic Wondershow.

[vioartemis]

I love her so much...

(Jenna Ortega x fem! reader)

Summary: After she comes home late in the night, Jenna and you have a fight Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 2 [au] Request is here :)) Warnings: angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You had been Jenna's girlfriend for almost two years, but lately, your relationship wasn't at its best. Rather at its worse actually. She had been ignoring you lately, and it was starting to be difficult to deal with.

You were alone at your shared appartement, in tears, when the doorbell rang. You got up shakily and made your way to the door, opening it for the girl behind it.

"Hey..." she said

"Hey..." you replied

You stepped to the side so she could enter, but quickly broke down in her arms.

"I don't know what to do Emma... I can't... I can't do this anymore..."

The girl held you close and rubbed your back, before leading you to the couch where you could both sit.

"I know, I understand... Maybe..." she bit her lip

"What...?"

"If you wait for her to come home you could talk, get things straight..."

"I don't even know if she will come home tonight..."

"It's okay, I'm sure she will... I'll stay with you until then if you want..."

"Yes please..."

Time passed by, and quickly it was 2am.

As you were still crying in Emma's arms, you heard the door of your appartement open, followed by footsteps. Jenna was home. Finally.

She entered the room, putting her keys back in her bag, and froze and she saw you.

"Where the fuck where you?" you asked

"Are you cheating on me?"

You couldn't believe your ears. Did she really asked that?

"I should probably go..." Emma said, getting up

"No, stay" you tell her, before turning to your girlfriend "You're seriously asking me if I am cheating on you?"

To everyone's surprise, you let out a laugh.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. You've been ignoring me for weeks, and I am the one who's cheating? You get up so early and come back so late I don't even see you anymore! And when you don't you spend all your time with Percy! "

"I'm sick of your jealousy Y/n! I told you there's nothing between Percy and I-"

"I know!" you cut her off "But you spend all your time with him! It's like I don't exist anymore! Do you even care about me? About us?"

"Of course I do!"

"Okay then. What day is it?"

"What? I don't know the... the 4th of July?"

"And?"

"And what?"

"What. Day. Is. It?" you repeated, throat tight

She stayed silent. You could tell she was thinking hard. Which hurt you even more.

"I- I don't know, Y/n."

You chuckled, whipping the tears in your eyes with shaky hands. You wanted to believe she would remember. You wanted to believe you were important to her. She just crushed all your hopes.

"It's our anniversary, Jenna. Was our anniversary, considering that it's 2am now. You really do care a lot, huh?"

You watched as realization hit her. Maybe she did care a little after all.

"So you spent our anniversary with Emma?"

Or not.

"Don't try to turn the situation around. I spent all day waiting for you. I had everything planned. I thought we would finally be able to be together and talk about us." you felt your anger rising "I called you 27 times. 27 fucking times Jenna. You never picked up, not once. I texted you too. Still no answer. So yes, I called Emma. It was already past midnight. I called her once, and guess what? She answered and came, even at that time."

You had to take a deep breath to prevent tears from rolling down your cheeks.

"Y/n I'm sorry I was-"

"With Percy? Figured that out."

"No it's not-"

"Jesus, Jenna! Stop trying to find excuses! Stop pretending that you care about us! You didn't even remember it was our anniversary!"

"Of course I care I- there's just... a lot going on right now... But I love you Y/n..."

You couldn't help another chuckle to escape your throat.

"No, you don't love me! You ignore my calls, my texts, you don't kiss me anymore, you don't talk to me anymore, you don't even look at me anymore! How can you say you love me when you do all that...?"

"I do! I- I love you I-"

"If you really loved me you would've picked up. Read my texts. Answered me in any way. But you didn't, Jenna. You left me alone on the day of our anniversary, crying all the tears in my body when I understood you wouldn't come."

"But I didn't know! If I knew you were crying I would've-"

"Of course you didn't know. How would you know, considering you barely say hello to me these days? And what would you have done? Taking me in your arms, telling me everything would be okay, even though we both know it's not true?"

"N-no I- I would've... I would've..."

She too had tears in her eyes now. She was hurt, and it only made things worst for you. But you had to. You couldn't continue living like this.

"It's too late, Jenna. I- I can't..."

"What...?"

"I can't keep up doing this." you took another deep breath, fist clenched hard "It's over, Jenna."

It hurt you to do this, but she didn't leave you any other choice. This relationship had become toxic, and for your own good, you had to end it.

"What...?" she repeated "N-no Y/n wait..."

You took a little box out of your pocket and threw it at her. She caught it, confused.

"Here, your anniversary gift."

You then walked past her, to the door.

"What are you doing...?" the brunette asked, her voice trembling

"I'm leaving." you had to make an insane effort not to cry "I'll be back tomorrow to pack my things."

You didn't wait for an answer and got out of the appartement, Emma following you.

Deep down, you hoped she would burst out of the flat and follow you, try to hold you back, do anything that could prove she still loved you. But she didn't.

You arrived on the sidewalk without anyone to stop you. That did it for you.

You broke down again, in the middle of the street, letting all the tears flood down your cheeks, all the sadness, the pain, out. Your heart was in million pieces.

And again, Emma took you in her arms, patting your back gently.

Jenna didn't move from her previous position, in the middle of your living room. She was devastated, tears rolling down her cheeks. She never meant to push you away. She felt like she had ruined everything. And it was the truth. She did.

She wanted to run after you, tell you she was sorry, tell you she would try to be better, to be more here, anything that could make you come back. But her legs weren't working. No matter how hard she tried to move, she couldn't.

Her own incapacity to do anything only made her cry more. With a cry, she finally managed to move and stumbled to the window.

And what she saw really broke her.

You, in Emma's arms, again. You were crying, again, because of her.

She loved you, she really did. But all she did was hurting you lately. She didn't deserve you. You didn't deserve to be with someone like her.

Maybe it was better if she didn't try to hold you back...

You wanted to run back to her, hold her tight, kiss her, tell her you didn't mean it, tell her you loved her... But you couldn't. It was simply not good for you.

Your cries only intensified at the thought.

"Y/n..."

"I love her so much..." you cried out, voice hoarse from crying

"I know... I know..."

[Next part] || [Next part [au]]

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Suguru and His Curly Girl ☆

Quick quick, quick headcanons because I can't sleep if I don't get this down, and it's 2am.

Suguru loves your natural curls so much.

You two bond over hair; sharing hair oils, brushing out each other's hair before a wash day, recommending each other products. Hair is a pillar of your relationship.

Suguru gets so mad when someone makes backhanded compliments or straight-up insults your hair. An insult to your hair is like a personal dig at him, and he does not let that slide.

Silk pillowcases ONLY in your household 😌

Your bathroom is SO cramped with different hair products. The amount of conditioner the two of you go through together should be illegal.

Suguru thinks you're beautiful in every single form you hold... however, he will quietly pout to himself when you straighten your hair. He adores the way your corkscrew curls frame your face and hates to see them flatten out. But, he won't hesitate to help when you ask him if the back is completely straight... cue an insane amount of heat protectant.

He loves it so much when you brush out his hair or massage his scalp. Suguru's hair is so soft, too. He takes such good care of it.

People are constantly trying to grab at both of your hair 🙄 with his silky-smooth, dark locks, and your playful, bouncy curls, people are bound to not be able to mind their business and keep their hands to themselves.

There are definitely date nights that you two just do hair masks together.

There's so much hair stuck to the shower wall LMAO

Your hair is a perfect contrast to his, and he wouldn't want it any other way. ♡

Okay, definitely word vomit and definitely not my best work, but I NEEDED it out of my system.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for wanting to spend a night out with a guy?

I'm twenty, study in university and still live with my parents. I've been planning to move out since I was eighteen, but they told me to keep living at home and not get a job so I could focus on studying while they take care of me financially. This arrangement has worked mostly well in the past years save for a few small conflicts, but it's escalated in the past 3-4 months.

The issue is my time schedule. I have a very active social life, am active in the local art scene, do political work and a lot of extracurricular stuff for university (I'm a straight A student, I might add!). Because of this, and because I'm a natural night owl, I usually come home late several days a week (between 10pm and 2am) and stay out all day for most of the week. This means I can't do a lot of chores, and usually there's a lot of housework because my mum has a bit of a cleaning anxiety and wants to make sure everything is spotless 24/7.

Enter this guy, I'll call him Tim. I met him at a festival last summer and we became long distance friends. Tim has visited me for a day several times before, but this weekend he offered to come over for two days and we agreed to spend the night stargazing together without sleeping. I loved the idea and immediately said yes. It was gonna be just us, a couple energy drinks, and some bench in the city center, and I was really looking forward to it.

The thing is, my mum does not like Tim. Like, at all. She thinks he seems very sleazy and generally distrusts him because he feels "too nice" for her. Mind you, he's just a somewhat shady looking guy who is generally pretty anxious he might make a bad impression, so he overperforms the whole "respectable member of society" act a bit around new people. I've introduced him to my friend group and even the more sceptical people absolutely love him and think he's a very sweet, helpful person. In basically every stressful situation I've ever seen him in he's been deescalating, protective and helpful, and he has on several occasions been my first source of comfort when things went to hell.

Today I told my mum in an offhanded comment that I won't come home between Sunday and Monday and the situation escalated completely. She was crying, accusing me of ruining her month, saying I didn't care about this family, it got ugly. The main point she had was that I was staying out all night with someone who's a total stranger to her and she doesn't trust him at all. In the end we compromised that Tim and I would spend the night awake, but not in the city, at home.

I feel really humiliated by this whole situation and honestly, kind of betrayed, because I was promised stuff like this wouldn't happen, and it just hits in a much safer situation than ones I've been in before (I used to get blackout drunk and sleep at parties a lot.). I'm a legal adult, have been for years now and it's so disappointing that my parents still treat me like a child sometimes and are so judgy towards my friends too. At the same time, I'm wondering whether I've acted wrong too by not telling her about this earlier and not taking her concerns that seriously. I forget sometimes that I talk to Tim every day for hours, but my parents only briefly ran into him once, so of course their view of him is skewed.

PS: I should add that when I told him about this, he immediately apologized, asked if I needed anything or wanted to change the plan and decided to dig out the least offensive outfit he could find so he'd make a good impression on my parents. So he's definitely trying his best.

[appleteeth]

Continuing on the post about Rhys being too stupid/oblivious/silly to be in the military, I had to transcribe this classic skit about the time he got lost inside his own camp.

Rhys: So we set up our little site, in the bush, and uh, we set up our little hootchies which are these tents. And we've got face-paint on and we can't say a word. It's tactical. The New Zealand SAS were after us, trying to find us. So it was very scary, I was only 17.

And then we did these shifts to guard the area, and mine was between 2am and 4am. And I got taken out to where the point was, through the trees, and it was dark, very dark.

The guy went away, *mimes holding a gun and shivering* and I'm sitting there til 4am, shivering my arse off.

Shit!

And then, 4am, I go back to get the next guy. I start walking back, it's only about a 5-minute walk back to where the tents were but 10 minutes later, I have no bloody idea where I am. And so...

*Miming holding a gun and looking around in a panic, voice pitched up to how he sounded at 17* Ohhh shit! ohmygoohhhhhoowhatthefuck! *high-pitched whine*

Another 5 minutes and I just panic and I just break the tactical rule.

*Miming holding a gun, shakes it up and down like a cartoon character who's angry* OhhhhhOOOooo...

Heyyyyyyyyy!!! Hey guYS!!

C'mon ImreallycoLLLLDDDD!! Guys!

*High-pitched whimpering and crying*

This is BULLSHIT. There'sNOWARON we're BEING STUPID. Wieeuuu... *more crying*

Cold...

PLEASE! Idunnoknow WHERE I AM.

*Stomping like a frustrated toddler*

I 🦶 DO 🦶 NOT 🦶 KNOW 🦶 WHERE 🦶 I 🦶 AM!

*sobs*

I'M GONNA FIRE MY GUN STUPID THING ANYWAAAYYYYYY *more sobbing*

*even more high-pitched* I'mgonnaFIREIT.

*sulking* I'm just gonna fire it I don't caaaarrreeee --WAH!! *mimes getting his foot grabbed*

Normal voice: Someone grabs my foot.

*Mimes being thrown to the ground*

Whoommppp-pomp!

I land on the ground and this big corporal lands on top of me.

BOMF.

*Now doing the voice of the corporal, much deeper but hushed voice, finger on lips* Shutthefuckupshutthe--!!!

*Back to baby-Rhys voice with his hands up in surrender* aaaHHH!! AHH-HA!!

Corporal: Jesus Christ, fucking 'ell! Darby! It's you!

Baby-Rhys: eEEeEEE!!!

Corporal: We thought you were the SAS trying to psyche us out! You've been walking around the centre of camp for the last half an hour!

Baby-Rhys: eeEEEHHHIiinoooo I'm FREEZING. Feel my hands!

*Normal voice* So the tents were around in a circle and I was right in the middle, walking round *mimes holding gun, turning around* and all the soldiers were standing to like this:

What the fucks THAT??

And you could hear twigs breaking to start off with, and then a slow progression of, *hushed* whatisit??

*sounding like a haunted, high-pitched demon*

HeeeeeEEEEYYYYYYY.

*mimes soldiers freaking out, makes tactical gestures with hands that look an awful lot like wanking and putting a hat on*

HeeeyyyyYYY GUUUYYYYYSS!

*More freaking out, shushing the other soldiers, more wanking gestures*

Normal Rhys: Until they worked out it was my voice. Which is odd, because you'd think they'd get that straight away.

So I kinda thought at that point maybe the army wasn't right for me...

[pepsiluvr0209]

White Ferrari (Final)

buckle in guys

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of death and just overall sadness

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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"I let you out, at Central."

It had been one day.

One day of Matt never leaving your side. He practically had to be dragged out of your room for tests and to rest, since the lack of sleep the boy was getting was detrimental for his healing.

"Baby you need to eat." You look at Matt who stared back at you, sadness engulfing his eyes. He had been by your hospital bed for the past couple hours and you started to get concerned.

"I don't want to." He mumbled, tiredly grabbing your tubed hand and playing with your fingers. "I just want to be with you."

"Can you eat here?" Matt just shrugged. Just then you started coughing erratically and Matt jumped up, cradling you gently so you could stabilise yourself. After your breathing evened out, he reluctantly let go and instantly latches himself back onto your hand. This happens about once every 10 minutes and Matt feels his heart break with every episode.

"See this is what we can't do." You sternly say turning to look at him in the eyes. "I want you to take care of yourself."

Matt fiercely shakes his head and you can feel his larger hands start to tremor in yours. "I don't need to take care of myself." He says quietly looking down. "Because when we get out of here, I-I'll have you." He says with confidence.

You've experienced a couple heartbreaks in your time but nothing could compare to the pain you felt in that very moment.

"Matt-" You start.

"No. I don't want to hear it."

If you look close enough you can glistening streams flowing from his ocean eyes down his pale cheeks. You reach out to run your fingers over his stubble which was poking out since he hasn't had the opportunity to shave in a while. Matt's hand still interlaced with yours, he watches you as your intertwined hands caress over his face. You watch back staring at him with a bittersweet smile.

"I love you."

"I love you more." And he reached over to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

Now, you weren't stupid. As soon as you regained consciousness the Doctor's gave it to you straight, and of course you were destroyed to find out that there was nothing they could do.

But what upset you the most was Matt.

We had everything planned out and it's all going to shit, because I can't physically be there with him. Create more memories with him. We're never going to go on 2am drives together again, never going to play fucking Mariokart with him again, and do stupid little things like shared face-masks, long hugs and deep talks, movie marathons and cooking monstrosities in the kitchen.

But he will do it with someone else.

He can marry another girl, and have kids, live right by Nick and Chris and go to Central with her.

While I'll watch and always know that it could've been me.

Maybe in another life.

The Doctor's told me it was a guy driving a white Ferrari. Had too much to drink and paid the consequences for it. They're burying him the day before my funeral.

It's such a weird thought. My funeral's in a couple days. Would I have scarring from all these wires? Would I be wearing my hospital gown? Who would show up?

Would Matt be there?

Would it be sad? Fuck, would they serve food after?

A guy came in for my will the other day and I told him all of my stuff me and Matt basically shared so he can decide what to do with everything. Obviously I gave my parents and Matt's brothers a respectful amount, but honestly I could care less, my stuff isn't as important compared to him.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" Matt gently moved my stray hairs from my forehead to the side.

"Nothing." I smile. He smiles back, and I can tell he knows I'm lying but he is perfectly fine living right now, without knowing.

I inhale sharply. "Matt?" He hums in response, sensing my hesitation. "How fast are you gonna move on?"

"I don't want to talk about that y/n." He says sternly.

"Why?" I retaliate, my brows furrowing. When he doesn't answer I huff and say quietly. "I've got just over 24 hours left Matt. I-It hurts to cough and sometimes I throw up blood-"

"No, no, no, no." He says loudly. "You're gonna make it baby. T-The Doctor's, they don't know jackshit okay. I-I- You can do this, I kno-"

"Matt... it's okay."

"No, its not." He sobs. "How could you leave me. It's not fair." He cries into my bed. "It's not fair, it's not fair. It should've been me."

"Shh, no it shouldn't have."

Matt hiccups. "Y-Y-es."

You feel hopeless, all you can do is stroke his hair and reassure him that it's going to be okay, when you both know damn well your not telling the truth.

Once Matt had calmed down, he rested his head on your bed, right next to your bandaged shins. Both of you were holding hands, his thumb stroking yours. You both were just staring at each other, no words to convey the amount of love both of you were pouring out of your tired eyes.

Suddenly Matt quietly speaks up, drifting his eyes from yours and onto the crisp white bedsheets. "I don't think I'll ever be able to move on from you." He mumbles. "I-I just... You were with me through everything. I can't comprehend how you're not going to be here one day, a-and it scares me that when you are gone-" He tremors again and you just hold his hand tighter. "That I won't know what the point of everything is without you. You're my everything a-and you're just gonna leave me." He starts crying. "I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want to leave either Matt. I don't- I don't want to die." You cry with him. Everything hitting you all at once.

Eventually you both fell asleep and when you woke up medics were by your side. You glance at Matt's sleeping figure then around to look at everyone. "It hurts."

A nurse crouches down to face you. "We're going to give you painkillers, so when you pass it doesn't hurt as much."

You nod, and you can feel tears falling down your face. "Okay." This was real. It was happening. "H-How long do I have left... To live?"

The nurse looks at you sympathetically. "Judging by your vitals we estimate a couple hours." She reaches out and caresses your hair. "It'll just be like falling asleep. In the meantime we'll all leave and I'm going to unhook you to some of these machines, so you can at least be more comfortable."

You can only nod. Your whole body is flooded with pain and you realise that this is it.

You're going to die.

You can feel Matt stirring, just as the nurse unhooks you off the last machine, and everyone leaves.

"W-what's going on?" All of a sudden he's alert and checking his surroundings.

All you can do is softly smile at him and try your best not to burst into tears.

"Matt." You manage out. "It's happening."

Matt swore his whole world fell out of place. You continued. "They um- They gave me pain medication so I won't feel it and the-the nurse said it's like falling asleep."

"How long?" Matt felt like he didn't even recognise his own voice.

"A couple hours."

Matt gulped, but it felt like he swallowed a rock. "So what are you going to do?"

"Lie with me... please?"

Matt didn't even feel the rough scratch of your sheets or heard the creak of the bed. Facing you he said, "I can't even process this."

"So don't."

He just nodded and went down under the covers further. "Can I please hold you?... Just one last time."

It took everything in you not to start sobbing right there. "Yes Matt. You can."

So he gently took your body and moved it towards him, cradling you into him and holding you like if he lets go you would leave. Because you just might.

He was gonna miss you.

God, he was gonna miss you so much.

After an hour you spoke up.

"What were we going to do if we got to Central."

Matt looked down at you and smiled. "Well, last time I went I saw the prettiest bookstore ever and I instantly thought of you, so I figured that would've been our first stop. And of course, knowing you that would eat up a couple hours."

You laughed a bit, which made tears form in Matt's eyes. He's never going to hear that again.

"And then what?"

Matt sniffed. "And then I made a dinner reservation."

Your eyes gently shut and your heart rate slowed.

"Best carbonara in town. So naturally I had to take you there. Uh- It was an outside booking, and already a nice day, so I thought you would've loved it."

"Mhm, keep going." Snuggling into his warm chest, trying to ignore the pain shooting through you at a rapid pace.

"And then there was this park." He said softly. "Big open area, moonlit pond... fairy lights."

You smiled into his chest, the pain becoming numb as you felt it slowly encase you. "That sounds beautiful."

"It is, you would've loved it. They have little paths where you can walk around." You felt your pulse slowly fade. "And when we would get to a spot, I would hold you and tell you that I love you. And that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That your all that matters to me. I would list every little thing I love about you. Your hair, your eyes, your joy and how much you make my life better. You know why sweetheart? Because I love you. I love you so much okay? So whenever you feel like you have to let go, just know that I love you and that I will always love you, forever and ever and ever......"

"Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, are you awake?"

"Y/n? Oh my god, no, please."

"Y/n please wake up. Please."

"No, not yet."

"Not yet."

"Don't leave me."

"I love you."

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Rain was pouring down heavily, as Matt got out of the car, double checking to see if he missed anything.

Matt felt heavy as he stepped along the gravel path, trudging towards the place where he spent most of his time.

He gently sat down next to you, ignoring the uncomfortable wet soil. Staring at you Matt remembered one of the things he bought and held it up to you. "I got you more flowers." He softly smiled. "I know your probably sick of them by now but they were half off so, you know."

Sighing he plucked at the grass in front of him. "Not much has happened. Except, you know Alisha? From my management team. I told you about her a couple weeks ago. She's new. Anyways, she-uh... She asked me out on a date. A-and I told her I'd think about it. She's great but... she's nothing like you." He mumbled. "I don't think anyone's ever going to be like you."

There was a brief silence until he spoke up again.

"Do you remember when I told you I'd never move on from you. I-It's true. Nothing can ever compare to you... But I know, for reasons I'd never understand, you would've wanted me to move on. So I thought I'd do this as um... closure? Just in case, but one of my biggest regrets is never doing this sooner because I was too scared." He lightly chuckled.

Matt stood up and reached into his pocket, suddenly feeling nervous.

"At Central." He whispered just so you could hear. "After the dinner and after we would explore the park and find the spot. And I was gonna tell you how much you mean to me and how I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Matt slowly pulled out a small box from his front pocket. "And then I was gonna get down on one knee and ask you to marry me." He whispered. Matt opened the box and gently placed it on the soil, littered with flowers he got you.

"I hope you would've said yes."

He stood in front of your grave.

"Goodbye, sweetheart."

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"If you think about it, it'll be over in no time

And that's life."

WHEW

No bc I sobbed so hard writing this like goddamn

Shoutout to whoever said to put this out or they'd touch me wtf😃

But you guys rlly loved part 1 so here is your finale <3

Stay tuned see ya

[skz317cb97]

Drunk Confessions pt 5

Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 1.9k

Synopsis: When Jisung, the guy that can't stand you, calls drunk and asks for a ride home from the bar you do it for the sake of your mutual friend Chan.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Wow part 5 already! 3 more to go! Hope you like this one! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing and strong language, mentions of drinking/over drinking/being drunk. That's all! If I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

To say that you were surprised when you saw Jisung’s contact picture pop up calling you at 2am would be a drastic understatement. You hesitated even answering worried it might just be more hateful and hurtful words you didn’t need or want to hear from him. The time was the only reason you did answer, in case he was in trouble or something. He might not be your friend but your friend cared about him so you answered. 

“Heyyy y/n.” He was very drunk. 

“Hey hey hey, are you there?” You hummed. 

“Yes Jisung I’m here...” He chuckled a little. 

“Okay look do you think you can pull the stick from your ass long enough to come get me from this bar. I made some new friends but none of us can drive, can we girls?!” You heard a group of drunk girls carrying on in the background hollering their agreement with Jisung. 

“Let me get this straight. You want me to come get you and an unknown number of girls and what? Take you home like I’m your personal uber?”  

“Unless you’d like to join us...” A scowl was plastered to your face whether Jisung could see it or not. 

“Goodbye Jisun-”  

“Wait wait! God I’m just kidding!” You huff a breath out not wanting to deal with him at all, let alone at 2am. 

“Jisung if you and only you need a ride because you’re drunk, I’ll come get you because Chan is our friend but if you think for one second I’m chauffeuring you and your harem home you’ve lost your goddamned mind.” 

“Okay! Jeeze, I see the stick has not been removed. Just me. Will you please give just me a ride.” You agreed and Jisung told you the bar he was at. When you pulled up you were hoping he was going to be waiting outside for you, of course he wasn’t.  

You parked and went into the club that was still surprisingly crowded. You scanned the crowd looking for Jisung until you finally recognized his slicked back black hair. It was criminal how gorgeous he was for being such a dick most of the time. There must have been some redeeming qualities about him that Chan saw or they wouldn’t be friends. You certainly didn’t. 

You didn’t know what you had done for him to dislike you so much but one night Jisung accidentally pocket dialed you and you heard every shitty thing he thought about you. After that you kept your distance. Still he always had something to say, like the stick up your ass line. You’d had enough and started avoiding him at all costs and now you were walking up to a guy you didn’t want to be around, in a club you didn’t want to be in and for no other reason than he’s your one of your best friend’s friend. You tapped him on the shoulder. 

“Jisung?” He spun around and the smile he was sporting fell at the sight of you which only made you feel like shit. 

“Ah! The stick in the mud I ordered fantastic.” He said and one of the girls next to him started laughing. You glared at her and she shut up quickly. 

“The stick in the mud is leaving now.” You turned and headed towards the exit. Jisung quickly said goodbye to the girls and ran after you, well stumbled. He had way too much to drink. 

“Wait you were gonna take me home!” You shrugged. 

“Guess you better keep up!” You called back to him as he tried to do just that. He did manage to make it to the car and get in before you were in drive so you decided to keep your word and take him home. The first half of the car ride was fairly quiet. Soft music playing and neither of you speaking. Then finally Jisung broke the silence. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” You looked over and he looked sleepy and a little sad. He was asking a serious question. 

“Seriously?” He nodded and his eyes somehow managed to get bigger and browner and you wondered if this was a little of what Chan saw. 

“Jee Jisung maybe because I have a stick up my ass and wouldn’t know a good time if it bit me in my backside. Or maybe it’s because I could never be your type because I’m stuck up and dress like a librarian, or maybe it’s because I only use Chan for food, alcohol, and money, or maybe it’s because I heard someone say a bunch of terrible things about me and assumed he didn’t like me so I stayed away!” You were angry that tears were welling up in your eyes as you shouted at him. Who was he to ask you why you hated him when he had so clearly disliked you first. 

“You heard me say all that?!” You shook your head rolling your eyes. 

“It doesn’t matter Jisung you don’t like me and I don’t like you and that’s fine okay?” Jisung had his head in his hands shaking it. 

“No no no you’ve got it all wrong!” You looked at him not buying it. 

“I heard it all Jisung straight from you.” He nodded. 

“Okay yes I said that stuff, but it was before I really knew you and I was wrong! I don’t hate you at all y/n I’m crazy about you!” You scoffed disgusted. 

“What the hell are you going on about!? You always call me names and act like you’re god’s gift!”  

“So I flirt like an idiot it doesn’t mean I don’t like you!” You slammed on your brakes. 

“FLIRT?! You call saying I have a stick up my ass flirting?!” 

“SHITTY FLIRTING, YES!”  

“OH WELL NO FUCKING SHIT! SO I’M SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE YOU LIKE ME?!” 

“YES!!” If the car hadn’t already been stopped you would have slammed on the brakes again. 

“Get the fuck out of my car.” Jisung tried to reason with you. 

“Wait let’s just talk about this.” You were done talking. 

“GET OUT!” He got out of your car and onto the sidewalk and you sped off. Who the hell did he think he was. Saying all those things about you, treating you the way he did, just to say he liked you. What a childish way to show affection, he might as well have been pulling your ponytail and tripping you while he was at it. You were halfway back home when the guilt of leaving him drunk and stranded hit you.  

“FUCK!” You made a U-turn and went back towards Jisung’s place. You ended up finding him about 2 miles from where you’d left him. He’d made surprisingly good time considering he was plastered. You pulled up, stopped and you rolled down the window. 

“Get in and don’t say a thing.” Jisung got in the car buckled up and didn’t say a single word the rest of the way to his place. When you got there you parked the car and looked forward not saying anything still furious. 

“Thank you.” Jisung said quietly. You didn’t say anything and continued looking forward, waiting for him to get out. 

“Okay... goodnight y/n.” He waited until you gave him a little nod, still not looking at him, and then he got out and went into his building, leaving you to drive home with a hundred thoughts swirling in your head. Like? He LIKED you? Did he even know you well enough to like you? You supposed he did.  

Chan had been trying to get you to come around a bit more too. Obviously they had been talking about you, you were sure Chan knew how Jisung felt but he’d never said a thing to you. You guessed because it wasn’t his information to share but still you were all friends he couldn’t have at least hinted? You were going to give him a little grief about it when you saw him next.  

For now you had to figure out what you were going to do about Jisung and his confession. You felt a little bad just taking off on him like that. You probably broke his heart. What if he really did hate you now? Why did that scare you so much suddenly? When you got home you went to bed but sleep was a fickle friend that night and with it already being so late, you barely got any rest. 

The next day you got up and went over to Jisung’s first thing. You pounded on his door until he woke up and answered. When he saw it was you his face fell again and just like the night before it hurt seeing him frown because of you. 

“Why?” Jisung was hungover, half asleep and very confused. 

“Why....” You rolled your eyes still on the fence about everything. 

“Why do you like me?”  

“Oh. Um, well... it’s hard-” You stopped him. 

“If you like with me the reason why shouldn’t be hard. You should be able t-” Jisung interrupted. 

“Because you’re beautiful okay!? Like the kind of beautiful other women can only hope to be. You are kind I’ve seen you sneak and buy like ten different homeless guys meals and you pay for mine and Chan’s food on a regular basis. You’re smart, and funny, and you don’t have to put up a front. If someone doesn’t like you then they don’t like you and you’re fine with that.” You shook your head. 

“No I’m not.” 

“What?” 

“I’m not fine with that, I hated that you didn’t like me. I didn’t know what I had done to make you think those things about me.” Jisung shook his head. 

“Nothing you didn’t do anything I was an asshole judging you because you were a pretty girl that hung around Chan all the time. Then I got to know you and asked Chan about you and I realized I was dead wrong. I never knew you heard me say those things or I would have apologized a long time ago. I am sorry y/n I was wrong and shouldn’t have said that and I shouldn’t have picked on you so much when there were clearly issues between us I just... wanted to make you laugh... get you to loosen up...” You laughed a little. 

“Get the stick out of my ass?” He pressed his fingers into his eyes embarrassed. 

“No no. You don’t have a stick up your ass or in the mud or anywhere. Your feelings were hurt and it was my fault. I’m so sorry.” You nodded. 

“Apology accepted Jisung.” His head shot up and he looked at you surprised. 

“Really!?” You shook your head. 

“Yes really. Jisung when you relax and just be you... I like you too.” His jaw was on the floor. 

“Ji a bug is gonna fly in your mouth.” He closed it. 

“Sorry just... you... you like me?!”  

“Of course Jisung, you're handsome and funny. You’re a dear friend to Chan which means a lot to me.” He laughed nervously.  

“At the risk of pushing my luck... would you want to go out with me this weekend? I’d love to take you to dinner. Buy you a meal for once.” You laughed and shook your head yes. 

“I’d really like that Jisung.” He smiled ear to ear. 

“Really?! Okay! I’ll text you and we’ll work out all the details!” Your smile spread across your face too. 

“Sounds good. I’ll go and let you get some rest now.” You leaned in and pressed your soft lips to Jisung’s and he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. 

“I’ll talk to you later Ji.” His chubby cheeks and his ears were red. 

“Yeah, okay... bye.” You turned and left and Jisung closed the door before leaning against it in total disbelief. He had a date with you. 

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[ykiwrite]

it doesn't matter

desc: jenna, manager, relationships, the holy trio

warnings: food? fluff?

9:32

"4 missed calls from jen"

"11 unread messages from jen"

flashed on your phone screen.

Ruffling your wet hair with a towel while checking the time showing you stayed for too long in that shower.

Standing still in the middle of the living room pondering over what could be so important remembering she's probably finished with the promotion of her latest show.

Dwelling on whether you should call or text back, settling down for typing a quick response. She'll be home soon either way.

Thumps so loud from the other room it could be heard over your hairdryer made you turn it off. Already blaming Jenna for it because who else would it be?

Just as you were to make yourself known, her head popped up from the edge of the doorway making you almost scream.

"Jennaaa, we talked about this. Can you not do that thing everytime you come home?" you cried out.

"Mmm, no?" smiling at you which made you roll eyes way too obviously on purpose.

"Alright, alright. I deeply apologize miss," giving you a fake apology while bowing down as if you were some majesty found in small bathroom of your miniature apartment. Very royal indeed.

Standing up again, she made her way to you still not out of her "work" clothes she left with this morning.

Her head instantly finds its way between your neck and shoulder out of a longtime habit. "I'm done in the bathroom, leaving it up to you. Also since i'm the best cook ever i made you pasta differently this time. I amaze myself sometimes."

"Thank you but..." you couldn't make out the rest of the sentence, only her silenced rambling since she was speaking to your neck rather than you.

"What? I can't hear you anything."

Moving her head out of your grasp to look at you while avoiding direct eye contact threw you off for a bit. "Can we maybe talk in the living room? I don't think bathroom is the best option," she said looking around it.

"Yeah, sure. You okay though?"

"Yeah, it's just about that promotion thing i told you about." answer making you a bit relieved as you both headed to the sacred meeting room (aka living room).

Taking your usual seat on the couch when suddenly TV became really interesting and ideal distraction from the fear building up by your girlfriend leaving with a cliffhanger. She is an actor, at the end of the day.

"Heavy snowfall expected tomorrow morning. For the next few days we've got wintery hazards all around the country. Be prepared-"

"Just like you ordered, snow it is," a well-known voice pulled you out of the staring competition with the sweet weather lady. Jenna, still putting on her hoodie reserved just for inside the home finally sat down.

"A bit of change in the midweek with less cold temperatures..."

"So?" as silence was too loud not even a lady could help your current state of mind.

"So straight to the point, as you know with me being an actor and all i was called over for a talk with manager and turns out we we're kind of spotted." Finally looking at you instead of the wooden floor in front.

"Spotted?"

"Remember your birthday last week?" giving her a nod to confirm she continued, "and that 2am trip to McDonald's' i had to drive you to because i just couldn't say no?"

"Even if we rearranged the whole cake?" How could you forget?

"'Course you remember. Someone got us on picture that night." Jenna dropped the words of the day you've been waiting for.

"It was empty though?" as far as your memory serves.

Jenna, taking her phone off the table, swiping through 'strictly business' chat to prove it left you with a bitter feeling. This is it. You heard way too many celebrity stories and gossip. Her managers most likely asked for immediate break up, cutting the ties off, all for sake of her career.

"Here," giving you a phone that showed it clearly. You dying at the table looking more in love with the food than Jenna, nonetheless obvious couple photo.

Sliding it down your shaking hand onto the table scared Jenna more than she'd like to admit. "Are you gonna do it? They told you, right?"

"What? I don't get it?" Jenna questioned and roles switched. She was now worried and you looked terrified.

"Come on, we all know how it goes. Manager probably told you to break it off with me," barely came out of you, one more second and you might cry.

"God, no? It's not-that's wasn't even mentioned. What are you on about?" said so quickly in attempt to comfort you asap while sliding closer to your defeated figure.

"It wasn't?"

"No, just listen. He asked me, to ask you if you'd be okay with revealing it." Taking your head into her chest did little of a job done.

"Like public?"

"Like public public."

"You want us to be public? You and me?" pointing with your finger between the free space you found yourselves in trying to convince yourself it's real. "Yes, why is it a surprise? Obviously i do but do you?"

Might as well take this as a proposal. "Yes-of course, i thought it's over with us." Swiping your nonexistent sweat of off your head.

"You really think i'd get rid of you this easily?" pulling you to lay on top her as you allowed for your whole existence to be wrapped around the person underneath.

Putting your head up giving her an insecure look, "I don't know, i guess, it's just that-"

"Don't," was a whisper of hers that pulled you in a tender, careful yet passionate kiss like she's offering you all of her reasons why it will always be you.

notes: a quick one cuz mannn the grip ms. jenna got on me lately is crazy as you can see by my entire profile *proceeds to watch 924th edit of her*