#they hate me so much today whyyyy

[cannibalgh0st]

Idk why but the older lady patients HATE me today....

[zaggyzoo]

today's webtoon latest episodes are so wacky

[brightgolden]

.

[quatregats]

why is everything bad

[cherizzx]

Omg... He fell!

Todo Aoi x Black Reader!

This my first story y'all so be nice! well critic but keep it cute!

' Omg...this nigga dumb as hell' I thought, seeing Yuji and Todo arm wrestlin but with..pinkies? Like I understand they both got loose screws in they head because of..I truly don't know but, they don't get it all up there! I was watching til my friend Liyah taps me and snickers " Girl you finna burn a hole in they head!" she giggled, and I just roll my eyes adjusting myself in my seat to look at her. " Hey na!, not too much I'm only watchin" I responded still somewhat looking at them but not Yuji; I mean he's cute and all buttt, I LOVE ME SOME TODO! I mean his muscles, and his smile that little smirk just gets me goin!, and lets not talk about his confidence! Usually, cocky guys just give off red flags but him, he's confident in himself! He don't need to prove himself to nobody because he knows he's the shit he like drake but not drake ( Fucking hate drake).

Me and Liyah continue talking about random shit like baddies and if Coi Leray a real rapper when Yuji and Todo waltzes, they big asses up to us.

" Hye ladies- I mean young pretties!" Yuji starts, to be honest he walked up like Chris Brown did that girl in the Fine China music video all smooth and stuff, me and Liyah side-eye him and we say our little " Hii!"s Yuji starts talking about how it's a new cafe opening up downtown and he and Todo wanted to invite us! I turned to Todo to speak to him but, he avoids my eyes! Like I'm Ms. Netta in the face and I'm like ' Don't make me cry rn why tf you are looking at me like my lace liftin!?' (But you don't have a- chile..) I looked and Todo, his tan a little darker around the cheeks and I ask what wrong.

" N-nothing! Just a little hot today! Afterall, I just whopped Yuji's ass in battle so i am a little sweaty" Yuji then cuts his eyes to Todo and gives him a stank face.

" Todo..I flipped you 12 time-"

" That don't matter brother" Todo cuts him off with a smirk.

Me and Liyah laughed at that and agreed, Yuji told us be ready by 5pm and we say our goodbyes and I headed to my dorm. I opened the door and let out the biggest giggle of my life! I'm going on a date with my man that's not my man, but ya know..we basically dating! I opened my closet to pick an outfit, not thotty but shows some skin, not too modest thought because it too hot to be a nun, and not too casual because we never gave basic; I just picked some blue and white dunks, light blue flare jeans, and a cute top and I touch up my hair and face ( Face card neva declined) and I called Liyah while doing my hair to see is she ready.

" Hey boo! You ready or almost ready?"

" Heyyyyy! About that.. I cant go"

... and I remember thinking.. I'm about to beat this bitch up.

" What you mean ' YoU CaN't Go' I mock, getting anxious and a bit pissed off.

" I'm Sorry! My job said for an extra $50 I can come in really quick for today! But don't worry Yuji told me Todo is still going an-"

" Wait YUJI NOT COMING!?" I almost yelled, I mean if the world wanna crash down on me it can! But GOD WHYYYY??

Liyah explained Yuji had a mission a bit far and he went but, Todo was going because it close to his gym. I just roll my eyes at the phone and just says ok and hangs ups, I finish up my hair and face and I grab my purse and keys when I open my door and Todo is mid pause of knocking on my door.

" Oh! Hi, why are yo-"

" Hello lovely reader!"

" Hi Todo, are you here to pic-"

" Ive come to pick up up for our outing this evening!" ...Well no shit I couldn't have guessed. I turned to lock my door and we are off to the cafe, as we're walking Todo seems quiet...for the first time he's not yelling or anythuing but he's calm almost nervous.

" Everything alright Todo?" I asked looking up at his stature.

" yes..eveything fine reader, just a bit off ease" Todo says stone faced or regular I don't know really but, I ask what wrong and he gets into how he feels like I don't like him like I like Yuji... this man must be dumber than a box of nails because I can't!

" That's not true Todo, I like you just as much as I like yu-"

" But its not what I want." He stops, I turn to look at him confused.

" I want you to LIKE me, not friend like, not family like but, LIKE me how I like Takada Chan, LIKE me how I like you"

I fucking knew it.

I get bitches and niggas, I'm that girl fr, I'm practically like Lori Harvey; Todo just confessed to me and all im doing is smiling like got $5 from my auntie randomly. I giggled though and Todo looks up at him and kind of frowns.

" I know you may not return my feelings but laughing i-"

" OMG SHUT UP BRO" I yelled and somewhat laughed, Todo confused just plainly stares at me.

" I've liked you since liem forever, when you told me how your favorite singer girl impacts you ti was soo cute! Like you really are kind, goofy, maybe a bit idoitic but it ok! Becasue it makes you well you!" I go on and on with my feelings and when im done odo is just crying

" Oh! Todo i dint mean to-"

" THATS THE KINDEST THING SOMEONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME!" Todo says well sobs, He hugs me tightly and goes on about his crush and I'm just patting his back awkwardly (I'll bite him tbh)

Todo lets go and wipes his face and smiles at me a bit, I return it and I grab his hand and I hold it tightly. The warmth of his hands cools down my cold hands, the world seems to slow just a bit, and everything seems more peaceful.

We interlock hands and Todo smiles, and we walk onwards happily...until Todo trips on a rock and busted his ass.

" OH- Omg..OMG! Are you ok!?"

Todo just lays there and says nothing...for a while, I look around and I just drag his body to a bench. He's big and hungry because aint no way your 17 and you weight 55,000 pounds you big and freaky man! I fan and him and clean him up with a spare napkin and he groans to consciences.

" You ok?"

" Yes...where is Takada Chan?"

...Don't tell me he thought I was Takada bro...he so dumb.

Omg y'all this was like a spontaneous thing! And it soooo long like I'm really Shakespeare fr if you think about it. But yea this my first lil story or whatever tell me if like it or if it needs some work because I lowkey wanna expand on my headcanons about this FINE ASS MAN! 😍😍

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Shopping (But Spicy)

A/n: sorry I’ve been so inactive lately :(( I have some friends that have been helping me (encouraging me) to write more again and I think it’s working. Hopefully with the end of the summer nearing I’ll be able to put out more content! In the meantime, enjoy, share with your friends and Lmk if you want to be added to my taglist!

Summary: You make Yelena go bra shopping but it turns into something much more fun.

Warnings: smut!, 18+, fingering, eating out, public sex

Word count: 1755

Taglist: @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @3xbyrn320 @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @wandanatvoid @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick

“Yelena…come on. You need at least one bra that doesn’t have a sports logo on it.”

“But whyyyy, they’re so comfy and the other ones are so uncomfy plus the stupid wire is always stabbing me, if I wanted to be stabbed I would just go spar with the greasy one, whats his name?”

“Loki?”

“Yes! Him. I would spar with him.” Yelena says with a not so amused face as she stares you down.

“Yel…c’mon…it’ll be fun I promise. Plus you’d look sooooo good in lingerie…” You reply with a cheeky grin.

“LINGERIE?” Yelena blurts back in response. “I agreed to one bra, not lingerie.”

“SO YOU AGREE! GERAT!” You say with a huge smile grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards the garage where Tony keeps all his expensive cars that you like to drive.

“How about we just go to one of those fancy stores you like and I’ll buy you anything and everything you want…but we don’t go to the underwear store.” Yelena says from the passenger’s seat.

You roll your eyes and chuckle as she’s looking at you with the most serious expression on her face.

“Lena, relax, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know I just don’t want to do this.”

“I’m here with you, you’ll be okay.”

The two of you pull up to the mall and head inside. You’re practically dragging her through the mall like she’s a four year old.

“Hi! Welcome to Victoria’s Secret! Is there anything I can help you two with today?” An overly eager employee asks.

“No we’re go—“

“Actually yes!”

“My girlfriend here needs a real bra and she’s never been sized before.” You say with a smile and a wink thrown in Yelena’s direction.

“Not to worry! May I?” She asks, holding up a measuring tape in her direction.

Yel nods uncomfortably as the pretty retail worker wraps her arms around her, bringing the measuring tape to her front as she glares over the woman’s shoulder giving you dirty looks for putting her through this.

“Okay…it looks like you are about a 34B, follow me and I can show you where you can start!”

You hook your arm around Yelena’s as you pull her towards the direction the lady was walking.

“Alrighty, here we are. Take a look around and please let me know if I can help you with anything else!”

“Thanks so much!” You reply.

As you turn back and look at your girlfriend she’s giving you the nastiest stare down.

“What?”

“I hate you a little bit right now.”

“Yeah right, you don’t have a bone in your body that could hate me.” You reply with a cheeky grin and a kiss on the cheek.

“How about these?” You ask, holding up two bras, plain black and plain beige.

Yel gives you a disapproving face when she glances over.

“Lena, you’re not making this easy now are you. Look, take these, go to the change room and try them on.”

“I have to try them on? What was the whole point of her taking my measurements if I still have to try them on?”

You just stare at your girlfriend as you lightly push her in the direction of the change rooms which she drags her feet walking towards.

“How do they feel Lena?”

“My boobs look stupid.”

You let out a small chuckle, “i'm sure they look great, love. But remember, this is just so you have proper support!! I don’t want to hear about how your back hurts anymore.”

“Yeah yeah whatever.”

“I’ll be right back. Make sure you try on both!”

You pop out of the change room area for a second to the lingerie section and scoop up the first thing that sticks out to you. Black has always been her colour, she’s going to love this.

“Knock knock Lena, can I come in?” You say slowly pulling the curtain to the side.

You walk in and close the curtain behind you, pulling the black one piece lingerie from behind your back.

“No. Absolutely not.” She says. “Y/n, come on. I’m not putting on that thing, whatever it is.”

“Please baby? Just for me? Just this once?” You reply with the puppy dog eyes.

“No, no way!”

“I’ll take you out for ice cream if you try it on. You don’t have to buy it, I just want to see it on you.”

“Fine, but i'm getting a double scoop cone.” She says with a huff as she pulls the hook out of your hands.

“Look away”

“W-what? It’s not like it’s nothing I haven’t seen before Yelena.” You say folding your arms.

“Turn.”

“Ugh, fine.”

You turn around with an eye roll as Yelena undresses again.

“Ready yet?”

“Almost, this thing isn’t easy to put on you know!”

“Okay done.”

You turn around to see your drop dead gorgeous girlfriend in the hottest and sluttiest piece of attire she’s ever worn.

“Fuck— Lena.”

“Great, you’ve seen it, now let’s go.” She says trying to pull one of the straps.

“Wait— stop.”

“What! I put the stupid thing on what more do you want.” She says in an irritated tone.

You were too busy trying to pick your jaw up off the floor to answer her. You slowly start walking towards her while butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“Y/n what are you—“ you cut her off with a forceful kiss to her lips, pushing her against the wall behind her.

Although she wasn’t pleased with what she was wearing, Yelena leaned into this kiss, and maybe wouldn’t verbally admit to you but fuck did she start to feel hot.

As you continued to kiss her your hands came down to just above her waist, squeezing her, pulling her tightly against you. Your hand slowly inched down, grabbing her ass as she bit your bottom lip. As you come up for air you mutter out a few words, something along the lines of “fuck you’re so hot in this” and “all I want is you” but Yelena could barely make out what you were saying as you said it in short breaths in between kisses. Your mouth starts sucking small patches on her neck as she lets out really quiet moans and squirms beneath your touch. As your mouth continues to leave little bruises along her neck, your one hand wanders over to her front, feeling the mess she made in the one piece. You’re rubbing small circles over the very thin cloth, feeling just how soaked she is through the material. You smile into your kiss as you feel her cheeks blush with slight embarrassment.

“Is this all for me baby?” You whisper under your breath. She nods in response as you slowly pull the fabric slightly to the side revealing her throbbing clit underneath. Your finger starts to draw tiny circles causing Yelena’s knees to just about buckle under your touch. Her head gets thrown back against the wall in pure ecstasy.

“F-f-f-fuck.” She mumbles out

You can’t help but smile seeing how she’s unraveling because of your touch. So, you decided to slowly insert on finger into her pussy. Holy fuck was she wet. As soon as your full finger entered her, you heard her let out a moan that was maybe a little too loud. Your other hand immediately came up to her mouth to cover it.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?” You whisper to her.

Yelena just nods her head in compliance as your hand stays over her mouth. Your finger starts pumping in and out of her and her eyes are practically rolling back into her head. You insert another finger as you watch her squirm.

“How’s everything going in there?” You hear from outside the curtain. Yelena’s eyes widen as they lock with yours and you slowly remove your hand from her mouth. You wink at her and nod your head towards the curtain, gesturing for her to respond. But as she’s about to you increase the pace that your fingers are moving at, inserting a third, making her life as difficult as possible.

“They’re all good!” She croaks out trying to not let a moan slip through.

“Ok! Let me know if I can get you another size or anything!”

“O-okay! Will do!” Lena responds.

You hear the footsteps of the employee walking away as you continue your face pace, pounding your fingers into her pussy.

“Baby— I think I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Not yet princess.” You mutter as you pull all three of your fingers out of her pussy.

You get down on your knees, lifting one of her legs and placing it on the stool in the dressing room. Your tongue starts drawing figure eights on her pussy, making her let out soft moans as you slowly reinsert two of your fingers. You suck on her clit as your fingers pound in and out of her. The pace of your tongue movements increases as you feel her legs start to shake from under you and her hands are running through your hair trying to grip onto anything. As she pulls your hair tighter, you can feel her nearing her climax.

“Fuck— y/n can I please— can I please cum?” She grunts out.

You look up at her and nod your head as your tongue continues to flick her clit and fingers pumping as fast as they can. You feel Yelena’s knees buckle as you grab onto her thigh trying to support her with one hand and also let her ride out her high on your face. Her head is thrown back trying not to let out an incredibly loud moan. As her hip thrusts into your mouth slow down you pull out your fingers and smile looking up at her.

“Well, looks like we have to take this home now love, you made a mess of it.” You say with a wink gesturing towards the one piece.

Still trying to compose herself Yelena just stares at you and lets out a small giggle.

“There’s that beautiful smile I’ve been waiting to see.” You say as you deliver a soft kiss to her lips.

“Tell me love, do you like tasting yourself on my lips?”

She smiles and nods in your direction still feeling high off her orgasm.

“Get dressed beautiful, I’ll meet you at the checkout.” You say with a wink and a small smack on her ass as you leave the change room.

— the end —

[wings-of-a-storm]

Today I find myself consumed by the infamous Simon-Harbouring-Wille’s-Jumper Scenes.  (I swear, Simon putting on Wille’s jumper to feel close to him is some real Brokeback Mountain shizz right there, and frankly how dare he do this to himself and to us! But moving on…)

The infamous Jumper Scenes are pretty much a series of whyyyy questions that torment me on rotation: Why did Simon take Wille’s jumper before anyone else could? Why did he never even try to return it? Why are the writers doing this to us? And why did Simon choose to wear what he did to his Netflix date with Marcus after wearing it?

Send help because I think the beauty of the Jumper Scenes is that they are rife with all sorts of potential interpretations -- but it also means I can never make my mind up!

Okay so Q1: Why did Simon quickly yank Wille's jumper into his custody and hide it under his desk in the first place?

Simon grabbed that jumper so fast, it was like he was worried that someone else was going to take it instead (or that the teacher wouldn’t let him). The fact that he went as far as hiding it from sight under his desk really shows how determined he was to keep it in his custody. It feels like there had to be so much going on subconsciously for Simon to react the way he did there.

Were there elements of needing comfort in confusion? (ie. ‘I hate how this situation feels. Should I do something to try and intervene or leave it be? Let me just hold this remaining link to him until I decide’)

Were there elements of strategy? (ie. ‘I don't know why he is being forced to leave, but if I have his jumper then this is a plausible excuse to go talk to him in person and find out. I’m not letting any teacher or student get their hands on it instead.’)

Were there elements of protectiveness? (ie. ‘I know Wille best so I should be the one to take care of his jumper until it can be returned to him’)

And finally, was there panic driving an instinctual need to hold onto Wille to stop him from leaving (with the jumper acting as a symbol of Wille that Simon can physically hold onto in that moment)?

Whichever combination it was, taking that jumper would have felt like regaining some sense of control in a moment of helplessness. I love that Simon did that instinctually.

But I am so curious as to what excuse Simon gave to himself for taking the jumper. How did he justify it? Especially at a time when he knew maintaining space away from Wille was necessary for his health.

I wonder if he tried to brush it off initially as just a way of securing himself a plausible reason to get access to Wille to return it (and thus have a chance to talk to him to get to the bottom of things without Felice being the middle man).

Or was he cognisant that Wille’s sudden departure forced a split-second choice onto him -- whether he wanted Wille in his life or not -- and his jumper-snatching hands had made that choice for him before his head could catch up. That split-second choice exposed some hidden parameters of Simon’s intention to get over Wille: that 'space' from Wille did not mean 'complete absence' of him. There was a hidden, non-negotiable clause in Simon’s plan and that was that Wille had to still be present in Simon's life even if that meant it would take far longer to get over him. And now Simon is aware of his own caveat and has to act on it by seeking out the headmistress.

Okay, fine, cool, fair enough to Simon. But then...

Q2) Why did he keep the jumper and never return it once the crisis had passed?

Once Simon realised he still had Wille’s jumper in his bag, he had ample opportunity to pack it back in his bag and return it to Wille at school. Easy-peasy. It’s not like he needed it as an excuse to talk to Wille anymore, nor did he need to keep it as a souvenir of Wille since Wille didn’t actually leave. So what excuse did he use to keep it this time? That it was for the sake of the Jubilee because without its scent he couldn’t compose the modernised school song? XD

I know that obviously on a storytelling level, Simon kept the jumper because it is meant to represent his feelings for Wille (ie. treasured, kept close to him in secret, never discarded, unable to be let go of, etc), but I want to know why Simon could never consciously bring himself to return it when he knew that keeping it there in the room with him was completely sabotaging his own plan to get over Wille. I mean, he was so determined to get over Wille because it was agony not to but then he chose to keep Wille’s jumper under his pillow. Where treasured things go. That is not moving on, Simon!

So is that the answer? Simon was aware that he was struggling to let Wille go and this was his way of compromising? He thought he should be strong at school and avoid talking to Wille, but while it still hurts, he could get his secret fix of him in a controlled weaning in the safety of his bedroom? Because in the moments of stillness when he can’t quite distract himself from missing Wille, he can just take Wille’s jumper out and catch Wille’s scent on it or put it on and feel like Wille’s arms are around him, and that is a safe form of missing him because Wille’s not there in person to tempt him…

Oh Simon, you sweet self-saboteur…

But hang on just one minute because Q3! What was that boy thinking wearing his version of Wille’s orange jumper to his Netflix & Chill attempt with Marcus?

Like yes, I know Simon has worn that orange jumper before, but of all his jumpers, why did he change into that one that night? Swapping one shade of orange for another…

It happened after he stared himself down in the mirror for being such a pathetic, lovesick moper, wearing his ex’s jumper (that he stole). Was he hoping that he would be able to override the power of Wille’s Sniffable Orange Jumper™ (and thus Wille himself) by associating the colour orange with Marcus instead? Borrow the power of orange jumpers to jump-start the flame of attraction and then BAM a new sexy memory is unlocked and Wille’s Orange Jumper™ becomes just a pile of who-the-eff-cares cashmere (or whatever it is made from)? Because……. boy, there are easier ways to stop moping. Like just returning the jumper to Wille?

Or was it an entirely unconscious choice? He was just vibing orange when he looked through his closet that evening (because his subconscious was screaming ‘never forget about Wille!’).

Oh these damn jumper scenes do my head in in the best way. There’s so much room for interpretation and varying levels of angst. As I said earlier, send help.

[pa-anonoverflow]

I really don’t get what he’s thinking with these pics that they clearly set up and paid for. He was walking soooo much further ahead on the second set I genuinely thought it was a solo walk until later when more were released and you could see her dragging herself along. And also WHYYYY do they release them so slowly over so many days??? There was more of just her today??? Why the dragged on attack I hate it

He looked like a jerk to me. She was carrying all the bags and he was on his phone way ahead of her. If a man tries to walk in front of me, he can walk solo for the rest of his days!

[caitlinposs]

today i got pissed the fuck off because my mom was 15 minutes late picking me up from school. petty right. i guess i could say im a woman of routine, break it and you’ll face my wrath. in a state of extensive frustration and anger, i become insanely passive aggressive towards everyone. my sight is blinded red. probably the only time you’ll see so much meanness emitting out of me. this anger wasn’t directed towards my mom—more directed to the situation. it would be cruel if i blamed her for it but i prob gave off that vibe anyway. all that runs through my head is why lord why must u curse me on this blessed day why did this have to happen what did i do to deserve this wrath what the hell do i do now. it just sucks when the daily isn’t the good daily. i have a bad habit of letting the anger get to me when im inconvenienced.

another trait of this anger makes me want to bury myself in a deep pit. really bad. i have a demented urge to have my last breath while in a state of anger. i hate frustration i hate it so much i wish i could burn it whyyyy am i so sensitive? how the fuck do i turn frustration off it seems impossible. how do people control it. i guess i hate it so much which makes me start hating myself.

im just thinking about one of those animes where the soulmate saves the main character from transforming into a demon by hugging them & they feel that unconditional love and revert back to normal. that’s how i wanna feel. if someone had hugged me like that and touched me with genuine love, maybe i wouldn’t have been so angry. but that’s a lot to ask for so wbatever

take me on next time you appear. i swear i’ll be stronger

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hello Dani! How are you? What have you been up to? How many more times have you re-watch Heartstopper?

Child of Fucking Divorce

THE BEGINNING

He looks different than usual. A little toned down. Light blue jeans that are cuffed at the bottom, white sneakers, and a nice striped red shirt.

He's trying to fit in, I already don't like this 🥺

He notices that Magnus’ nails are not painted today either. They were a light blue color only a couple of days ago.

No no no... 😔

I don't like how uncomfortable Magnus is feeling, I want to wrap him up in blankets and keep him safe

He doesn’t understand why she is sad about it.

Dani come on!!! Stop twisting the knife!!

She wipes her face again and smiles at him brightly. “Is he here? Your Magnus?”

His Magnus.

😍😍😍

“Does it look okay?” Magnus asks him.

My child you have nothing but good taste 🤌🏼

“I saw it in Paris, and it reminded me of you,” his mother smiles. “The color. It’s exactly like your eyes.”

Why am I crying?? My body must be messing with me 😭😭

“Okay. Cut it out!” Jace groans, wiping at his eyes.

Yes please I'm with Jace on this one!!

“Nothing,” Alec whispers back. “But I plan to love you more than I love you today.”

It happens when the staff is serving dinner. Dad comes home later than expected. 

Why can’t we just be happy? Why? Whyyyy?

Oh no 😔

“Did you know he was in prison?”

Wait WHAT????

Does that mean…Does that mean Magnus actually went to prison? A real prison? When he was 11?

Magnus no se merece tanto sufrimiento 😭😭

“Did you not hear me?” Alec asks, moving closer. “I love him. I’m not going to give up on him. That’s what you do when you love people, dad. You fight with them. You fight for them. I know that’s hard for you to understand.”

“Magnus, my dad acts like an asshole all the time,” Alec sighs. “He just-”

That doesn't excuse anything and Magnus shouldn't put up with it

“You are overreacting!” Alec groans. “It was just a stupid fight!”

No he isn't, you're just so used to the toxicity that you don't even notice it anymore

“You think I could be here if I had run away when my dad found out I kissed you in the executive mansion?” Alec demands. “No. I stood my ground. I looked at him in the face and explained why the fuck he is wrong and-”

But you're not the same Alec!!! And he actually explained to you with words what don't you get???

“I told you what I want,” Magnus replies calmly. It pisses Alec off even more. “I want to go back to my dorm.”

He did, he actually did several times, communication is a two way street Alec you need to listen when the other person talks

Fuck! I'm frustrated 😫

This is how it works.

No it isn't, I'm starting to see the problem with their marriage 😭😭

I'm so angry with Alec right now and that's never ever happened before but I want to slap him 🤬

THE MIDDLE

So, he hears a lot of things, things he is grateful Max doesn’t have to hear.

Oh no Rafe 😔

I don't like where this conversation is going!!!

Alec needs to calm down and never drink again

Oh Max!!

“Dad! Enough! You are acting like an asshole,” Rafael snaps.

Alec please this isn't you, Dani where is my sweet child??? Bring him back!!! 😭😭

There is a moment of quietness. A small void opens between the four of them. Rafael can see it.

I'm in the void!!

Max had only been 12 when they had moved into the executive mansion - when things had started to deteriorate slowly.

That stupid house!! I know the house didn't do anything but I hate it and what it represents for them for Magnus specially

Bapak lies on the bed and looks at him. “Did I make the wrong decision, Rafael?”

Stop asking him, he is a child!!

“Because sometimes love isn’t enough, Max,” Rafael says quietly. “Sometimes people have to leave.”

This is so true and it hurts so much 😭

“It’s not easy,” Leslie whispers to him, running a hand through his curls, when he sits down next to her. “It’s not easy to be the one who takes care of everyone else.”

Bless Leslie, that woman deserves the whole world!!!

I nominate Leslie as the MVP of this fic!

THE END

Mavid 😍

David pulls back even further and sits on his heels. “Mr. Herondale knows.”

Of course he knows the two of you don't know what discretion is

“Aunt Clary?” Max frowns. “Why can’t she find out?”

Because she doesn't trust you not to break David's heart

Note to self: If you ever figure out how to do necromancy, bring Albert back from the dead and kill him again. 

I'll help, what a 🤬🤬

“Can’t you come after?”

“Not in time to escape your dad,” David points out.

Are they seeing each other everyday??

He glances at the desk calendar he keeps on his bedside table. Dad got him that one during the last election campaign. Max may or may not have drawn a mustache over his father’ s face.

Is it a Hitler mustache? Please I need to know 🙏🏼

“Oh my god!” Max squeals. “You read porn!”

🤣🤣 don't shame him Max!!

“Holy shit. You do!” Max cackles. “Do you read it on your phone?”

Don't we all? 🤷🏻‍♀️

“There is something I want to do,” David whispers.

I bet is something sweet 🥰

David grabs it and shoves it back inside his bag. “It’s for Lexi and Selena. I keep spares in case they need it.”

Prince charming wishes he was like David

“It’s a dental dam.”

“I know what it is,” Max swallows.

I don't, let me Google it real quick!! 🔎

Is not something sweet 😳

“And she goes,” Max says and then dramatically imitates his best porn star voice. “Yes! Magnus! Right there!”

Nooooo!!! That's so weird!! Gif *full body cringe*

This smut-reading, tampon-carrying, beautiful son of a bitch.

This is the best description of a character ever!!

It’s not a date. They are just grabbing a snack. From downstairs. It's not against the rules.

Shut up Max, it's a date and you two are in a relationship!!

I'm always hungry after these scenes with David's baked goods

“Who is David?” Leslie asks, popping a tart into her mouth. “I’ve never heard of that name before.”

MVP!!!

“Um,” Gabriel hesitates briefly. “It’s about Selena.”

What happened?? 😰

Oooh... Gabriel hijo mio no me vuelvas a asustar así!!

Where is Rafe??

Max is actually giving good advice 🙌🏼

“Oh my god! Is that entire family having secret relationships?”

Ajá!! So you admit it, you are in a relationship!!

“I changed my mind,” David replies.

No David, don't go!! Are you jealous??

“We are not in a relationship,” David points out.

Yes, you are!!

Noooo!!! Don't fight, this is my confort zone where nothing bad happens!! 😭😭

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers dad saying something about David being a sensitive boy.

He told you that for a reason!!!

“I need space, Max,” David sighs.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

But then he hears another voice inside his head.

Sometimes love isn’t enough.

I am in pain and I don't think I can recover!!

He had listened to his father cry every night.

Nope

😭😭

He just stares at Max as a single shiny teardrop runs across his left cheek.

No!

An amused burst of laughter escapes. “Really, David? That’s what you gathered from that little monologue?”

My child is to special, je l'aime trop, mon petit prince charmant!!

Note to self: If you ever cry again, it’s probably gonna be because of this man’s wedding vows.

Let's start planning the wedding!!

“No. Our first fight was when you said Severus Snape and Kylo Ren give the same vibes.”

“They do though!”

OMG... do they?? 😳

Ok let's start looking for an appartement, let's pick a two bedroom one for when the baby comes!!

This chapter has been the hardest for me so far, A.K.A my new favorite, yes, I like the pain you might get confused because of all my NOs and my complaints but I love the pain 🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you Dani ❤ you're the best at making cry!!

I love love love how no matter the angst in the chapter, your comments always make me laugh out loud.

I'm very grateful and so lucky!

Love you!

[fanficsdontwritethemselves]

Oikawa x Reader

Oikawa X Reader

Synopsis: Oikawa makes some stupid decisions that get him hurt. Which leads to an awesome sleepover. 1,468 words  7,321 characters

Busy days are never fun to me. I always have too much on my plate and panic. So when I was asked to be a manager for Aoba Johsai, I should've said no. But Trashykawa begged me and I relented. Now here I am managing my team.

“Yeah Oikawa can be a pile of crap and Yeah the first years are little shits.”

“Waiting for a but Grumpy-Chan”... I hate that nickname.

“But Shittykawa is my only real problem with this team”

“HEY! I’m The Captain! Whyyyy are you so mean to me”  I smack him with the water bottle and he heads back to training. Honestly I didn’t even realise I was saying those words out loud. Anyway. I quickly turn around to watch my team practice and I turn just in time to see Iwaizumi spike. Oikawa set him a ball perfectly and Iwaizumi looked distracted yet he hit it better than anyone else on the team. I’m a 2nd year and they are 3rd years but I think they have like adopted me into their grade? If that makes sense. Like I still hang out with Yahaba and the other 2nd years but if I make a meme I wanna share I go to Matsukawa and Hanamaki first. If I ever need advice on anything I go to Iwaizumi. Oikawa constantly is striking up conversations and we can usually chat for hours on end. When they are meeting up after school I always seem to be the only 2nd year invited.

Being stuck in my thoughts I almost miss the ball shooting towards me. But I get brought out of it by Kindaichi yelling.

“Y/n! THE BALL!” I dodged the ball and gracefully catch it.

“You guys need to be more careful! You could of damaged my perfect face!!!” I laugh off the situation with a joke because it seemed like Kindaichi felt guilty.

“Anywho on thaaaat note we should end practice! I’m gonna stay a little longer so I will do the packing up!” Oikawa says in his unnatural cheery voice. Iwaizumi and I share a quick look as if to say

‘Who’s babysitting today?’

I give a quick nod and he smiles in return.

“Shittykawa! Y/n is going to stay here and wait for you, So don’t make them wait too long!” He throws a ball at Oikawa’s face which makes me laugh and Oikawa pout. Once everyone is cleared out I sit down on the bench and pull out my book. I always read when waiting for Oikawa because he always takes forever. I got so deep into my book I didn’t notice the time soar by. To be honest I didn’t notice anything really. Until I hear a loud scream followed by a thud. I glance up and I have to do a double take as I see Oikawa on the floor clutching his sore knee.

“Tooru, Are you ok?” I say carefully walking over to him. I use this tactic with all of the boys on the team. I say their first name as it is calming and they use my first name.

“no! Y/n it hurts” He blurts out still clutching his knee. Once I get to him I give a little look to his knee and It looks like he may of sprained it. He obviously is in a lot of pain so I use my sweet voice and say

“Okay Tooru, I’m gonna go grab some ice, I’ll be right back ok?” He mumbled out a small, ok and I walk, no run to get him an Ice pack. I have to go to the convenience store right next to the school because the nurse had already gone home for the day. By the time I came back though, Oikawa was standing again and I could tell it still hurt like a bitch but he put on his smile and said to me

“Oh Grumpy-Chan I feel so much better now! No need to worry about me!” This boy has the nerve to lie blatantly to my face after crying into my shirt minutes before.

“I’m walking you home.” I say this with as much authority as I could muster. He looks like he was about to pass out so he just nods. Until I grab his arm and wrap it around my neck to help him not put pressure on his knee.

“Y-y/n you don’t have to do that!” I give him the

‘Bitch I do’

look and start walking him out the door. His house was a few blocks away so we got to chatting while we walked. Like I’ve previously stated, chats with Oikawa can go on for hours. I learnt that he had a dog named ‘volley’ so that he could joke about getting him to fetch a ball. I also learnt how he and Iwaizumi met and became friends. He told me about why he loved volleyball so much and finally he told me his parents and sister weren’t home so he was by himself with volley. By the time we got to his house I felt like I knew him better than before. I told him things about myself too, like how I was an only child and how much I loved my team.

“Hey, do you wanna come in and have dinner? It’s my way of thanking you for staying and helping me!” Of course I said yes. I quickly sent a message to my Mother and Father to let them know.

His house was gorgeous and when I met Volley, lets just say I expected a poodle. But what I was met with was a BIG American Bulldog. I never wanted to stop patting him. Oikawa laughed at my sudden obsession with his dog and he went to go and make dinner. I legit could not stop patting this little shit. He kept softly biting my hand to put it back on his head for more pats. I was pulled out of this trance like state when Oikawa called me in for dinner.

“Chicken and homemade chips! sorry it’s not much.” He says awkwardly patting the back of his neck. We enjoy dinner while chatting. After dinner I grab his hand and pull him to the couch. I knew he was blushing just from a single glance.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten your knee Tooru!” he audibly sighs and sits down. I place the ice pack on his knee and start giving him instructions on how to make sure it doesn’t get bad again. Mid talk he grabs my hands, looks me in the eyes and says

“Yanno? My shoulders, arms, back and thighs are also really sore, Grumpy-chan could you please massage them!!! Pretty please!” My turn to go red. This boy, He thinks he’s subtle but he did just ask me to massage his thighs. I relent though and slowly I start massaging his shoulders and back. He moans causing me to stop quickly, but I restart any way. Then I hear him whisper

“God I love you Y/n” I stop completely

“What?” He freezes. I don’t know where my courage came from but I quickly jump in front of him and say

“You, Love me?” His face goes red and he breaks eye contact.

“I’m sorry, I just made this weird didn’t I? I do love you... I know you probably don’t feel the same though, You’re so smart and attractive,” He rambles. I grab his chin in my hands and make eye contact.

“Tooru Oikawa. I love you too. I love our chats that seem to never end and I love getting to know you.” Then I break eye contact. What if this was a prank? Great now he knows I like him. Way to go Y/n.

“Can... Can I kiss you, Y/n?” oh god. Am I dreaming? If so I never want to awaken. Him asking to kiss me is probably the kindest thing anyone has done for me.

“Please do” He brings his lips close to mine until I feel the contact. I swiftly close my eyes. His tongue runs against my lips for approval to enter which I grant. It was such a soft kiss that neither of us were fighting for dominance It was just both tongues exploring each others mouth. Soon we have to break for air.

“That was my first kiss.” I stutter out. Insecure about how I did.

“Wait, really? Wanna do another first then? My parents won’t be home for another week and you can text yours?” My face goes red and I grab my phone while Oikawa apologizes for making me uncomfortable. Once my mother picks up on the other line he looks super awkward until I say

“Hey Mum, I’m staying over a friends house tonight”

[asset35-maya]

Since you are doing birthday prompts.

Tina trying to surprise Connor for his birthday please??

I’ll happily do all prompts and all pairings. But I love the birthday theme we got going! Thanks for the ask and for supporting this rarepair so wholeheartedly @rjhpandapaws

//

🎇CONNOR’S 4TH🎇

Tina had a problem on her hands. A big one. She felt even guiltier about it than all the times she procrastinated on her assignments.

She’d put off making a decision until the very last minute… and then some… and now it was too late to plan anything without being caught.

It was Connor’s activation day. And Tina hadn’t thought to gift him as much as a pair of socks.

She really was the worst girlfriend.

Tina chewed the end of her pencil anxiously as she watched people stop by Connor’s desk one by one to wish him a happy birthday and drop off some small present or the other.

It didn’t seem so hard for them. But then again getting away with a dog or fish-shaped gag gift was easy when you were a colleague rather than a significant other.

Tina found herself questioning whether she knew Connor intimately at all. Why couldn’t she decide what to do for him? Why did only the most cliche and cringeworthy things come to mind? Whyyyy…. couldn’t she pull off a brilliant birthday surprise like the one he’d done for her thirtieth birthday?

The day had begun as per normal. Tina barely managed to squeeze in a quick kiss and birthday wish before Connor hurried them out of bed to get ready for work.

Then the guilt continued to soak through her steadily as the clock ticked on. By lunchtime Tina lost all focus on work and began to spiral.

A loud thunk and the scrape of a chair brought her out of her reverie. Gavin had invited himself to eat his subway sandwich at her desk.

“Do you want half of this footlong, or are you gonna eat that pencil for lunch?”

Tina withdrew the chewed-up writing instrument from her mouth and sighed. Gavin’s eyes flicked over to her briefly before returning to the mustard-drenched mess before him.

“So you forgot his birthday, huh?”

She kicked him under the desk, but he was prepared. He moved his feet out of the way and snickered childishly. Tina was already feeling better as she rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t forget. I just… couldn’t decide what to do for him. Like… what do you get a guy who has everything?”

Gavin had taken a bite of the sandwich but still decided to talk through his mouthful.

“Who shaysh he hash evvything?”

“I mean… he’s an advanced android. There’s not a thing in the world he couldn’t do for himself if he really wanted. I… would have to do something really extraordinary for it to be meaningful to him.”

Tina paused, not so much for introspection, but to hand Gavin a tissue. She moved some paperwork out of the way for good measure. Gavin brushed the crumbs off his face before speaking.

“T, I can see where you’re going with this. As someone who’s been there, done that with Nines. I gotta tell you to stop. Throw that inferiority complex out of the window. Just cause he can add things to an Amazon order cart faster than you doesn’t mean he doesn’t need things… need you…”

Tina looked into the storm green eyes that had grown so warm and kind over the years. There was no trace of the hostility Gavin used to be known for. She softened and leaned closer.

“What should I do? He doesn’t seem to feel particularly strongly about… anything. At least if he hated… I dunno… mustard… then I could avoid getting him a shirt in that colour. Connor is just so neutral about everything.”

Tina waited patiently for Gavin to chew and get though a rather large bite. He helped himself to her bottle of water and swallowed painfully. She grimaced.

“He isn’t neutral about you.”

She looked away.

“I’m serious. He’d set the whole city on fire for you if you asked.”

“If I was into arson, I’d do it myself.”

“Don’t be a smartass, T. What I mean is… you’re his everything. You’re already his birthday present. You don’t have to do anything.”

Tina scowled at him.

“Complacence is literally how 90% of America’s failed relationships end.”

Gavin held up his hands in mock surrender. Ten sticky mustard fingers. But one of them had a silver ring, so maybe he was worth listening to.

“Okay Miss T. What I mean is you don’t have to do anything fancy to win him over. That battle was won a long time ago. Just do something. Anything. With sincerity. And you’ll make him the happiest little droid Detroit has ever seen.”

She nodded slowly.

Gavin crumpled up the piece of paper from his half of the sandwich. He tossed the ball at the wastepaper basket… and missed horribly. He looked back at her as if nothing happened.

“Okay. I was hoping I could guide you to an answer within yourself but clearly you’re hopeless so I’m gonna just share an old hack I learnt in college. Ask him to guess.”

“Huh?”

“Have three options in mind and tell him you’re going on a date. Dress neutral, so that he takes his cue from you, and then ask him to guess where you’re going. Pick the option closest to his guess and boom! Tina Chen wins the award for best girlfriend of the year.”

He nudged her foot with his to get her to look into his eyes when she didn’t respond.

“Hey… it’s okay… don’t worry so much. You and Connor have a really good thing going and a silly birthday surprise isn’t gonna be make or break. Legit.”

Tina met his eye and nodded. A relieved smile broke across Gavin’s face.

“Baby…”

They both looked up to see Connor walking over to Tina’s desk. She stood up automatically and received a well-practiced kiss on her left temple.

“If you’re able to wrap up early, could we go for a long walk today? Head up to sunset point on Belle Isle and spend a bit of time there?”

“Like a picnic? Oh Con, that’s so romantic. I wish I’d thought of that first. I’m so sorry I didn’t plan anything out. I just didn’t know-”

“Babe, I honestly just want to sit on a park bench and hold a middle finger up to Cyberlife Tower if that’s okay with you. It’s kind of become an annual activation day ritual. I was hoping you’d join me?”

Tina put a hand on Connor’s cheek and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the mouth while Gavin laughed loudly enough for their colleagues to look around in alarm.

[lokisprettygirl]

ALRIGHT IM BACK!!! And Oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD tell me why all of that was SO HOT 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

First things first, why is Thor such a nosey Nelly? I swear all he does is push in where he’s not wanted??? He’s toxic for that and I’m NOT here for it. It’s giving petty revenge on his end, and I feel like if he wants revenge for something, he’s gonna need to do more than STALKING Y/N to tell her about some secret 🙄🙄🙄 LIKE PUT IN SOME EFFORT THOR IF YOURE GONNA BE THIS DEDICATED smh.

Now onto the GOOD STUFF!!! You know me, I love some good communication between a couple and BOY DID THIS DELIVER!!! It was hot, it was sexy!! Was it healthy? Kind of, but what’s more important is that it was HOT. Call me crazy, but that is MY kind of communication😩😩😩 I stg if I was in that situation I would ABSOLUTELY DO THE SAME THING!! I’m so jealous of y/n because where does a man like that exist??? I think you and I are going to have to go on a quest together to find these men 🤪 it’s what we deserve 😌💅

Now going back to my previous comment, I’m suspecting that Jack DID cheat on y/n with Tonya, specifically because of the comment she made about how y/n was bad in bed. The only other person who has said this is JACK THE JACKASS!!! Jack is a whore in all the worst ways, Tonya is a loser in all the worst ways, and y/n is WAY BETTER OFF WITHOUT EITHER OF THEM.

In other news, unfortunately things are complicated between myself and 6’2 boy. He was texting me today asking to hangout 😏😏😏 I said “awesome I shall be making brownies 🥰”(which is true!!! I make REALLY good brownies!), he doesn’t text back for an HOUR, so I text him “wait did you wanna hangout or did I misread the situation lolz” and he texts back “my b, got too comfy so I will pass for tonight haha” like what? It’s literally only 7:30 pm right now? What a WEIRDO. Anyways tbh I’m mostly into him because he’s hot, it’s a good thing that I’m not like drop dead in love with him bc he’s giving SERIOUS Jack vibes right now 🙄🙄🙄 GOOD NEWS IS I know my worth!!! so if this doesn’t work out I’m going to continue to find my wrestler Loki 🥰

ONCE AGAIN, your story is wonderful!!! I’m addicted to HMBOMT and I am PROUD OF IT!!! 💚💚💚💚💚💚

Warmest Regards,

5’2 reader who knows that SHES A CATCH!!!💖

Ahhh you make me so happy ❤️💚. Honestly I was getting worried about this chapter because I didn't get much feedback (not like on other chapters, so I was like hmm did it suck ? I'm sorry I have birdy vibes where I'm never assured 😅)

Thor is still a mystery but we will learn more about him soon.

Ahhh i love how they communicate as well 🥵 The constant back and forth is nice too, like when one of them gives up other one keep their ego aside and come forward to sort it out.

I'm jealous of birdy too. Men like him would exist if they were written by women like us 😭❤️💚 but there are some out there I swear. We just have to be patient and wait for our own slightly deranged soft protective sexy as hell wrestler loki 🥵

Y/n will find out soon whether they did it or not And i agree now that she have the rare diamond wrapped around her fingers, she needs to forget about the fleck of dust aka Jack. It's not easy considering the length of their relationship but come on I mean look how majestic your new beau is birdy

Now coming back to 6'2 hottie, that's so disappointing that he cancelled on you like that. I would never understand that typical male behaviour. Like Whyyyy you gotta ruin a good thing from developing? I hate that he's giving off jack vibes 🥺 Buttt im so happy you know your worth and you'll definitely find your wrestler loki if he's not the one.

I can tell you're a firecracker so stay that way 🤗❤️💚

[edwardslostalchemy]

I can go a whole week feeling great and happy and like "yeah I'm getting over him, I'm much better now!" And then there's this ONE day (like today) where i feel awful and like that dog from secret life of pets where he misses his human. I miss him SO much. I'm sad. I dreamt about him again. We were supposed to go eat somewhere he had suggested a while back, but i went with my friend instead last night and i had fun! But i couldn't help picturing him sitting in front of me instead of my friend. Like bro. I hate this pain. I miss his presence. Like whyyyy.

[nightshade-minho]

-Nightmare- (9)

Warnings: just some making out. Oh, and some angst.

Wc: 4k+

You stayed cooped up in your room for that entire day and the next afternoon, only coming out to heat up some frozen pizza in the microwave. You gave Minho nothing more than glances and tight nods. He tried to ignore the aching in his heart.

Sleep came fitfully that night. However in the morning, he felt himself being shaken awake, groaning as he grumbled. It was too early for this.

A few minutes earlier, you’d woken up to the sound of your phone incessantly ringing. You groaned, answering the call. “Helloo~, is this Minho? My name’s Sihyeon and I was wondering- ”

You sighed at the unfamiliar high voice, getting out of bed and going to Minho’s room, climbing onto his bed to shove him awake, phone still in hand.

He whined, shoving your hand away. 

“Minho, wake up!”

“Whyyyy?” He asked, still half asleep, frowning as he refused to open his tightly shut eyes.

You crawled closer, kneeling on the bed as you poked his side. “Come onn, you have a ca-” You yelped when he grabbed your hips, flipping you over to his other side and pulling you close. He smushed your face against his chest, not letting you wriggle out of his grasp. 

You stopped struggling after a few seconds. “I hate you.” You mumbled, as his soft snores slowly resumed.

You knew you were supposed to be getting over him, but it was so hard. He was so soft and warm...no. You told yourself again that he didn’t deserve your love. However, it was easier said than done, especially when you shifted a little, causing him to open his eyes slowly, gazing down at you. God, he has pretty eyes. When he noticed the position you were in, he quickly peeled himself away, sitting up with wide eyes.

“S-sorry...” He stuttered, averting his eyes.

You sighed, the loss of his warmth mimicking the coldness you felt in your heart. “It’s fine.” You sat up, stretching a little bit and yawning as you grabbed your phone. “Someone called asking for you. Her name was Sihyeon, I think.”

“Oh. I had sex with her like two weeks ago. She’s been bothering me ever since.”

You exhaled. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Come on, Y/n, everyone in school knows I only do one-night stands. And she wasn’t good enough to be a fuckbuddy.” He says honestly. “She should know my reputation by now. And hasn’t she heard I have a girlfriend?”

You groaned, rubbing your temple. “Speaking of which...when are we going to tell everyone that we broke up?”

He looked up at you, a flash of hurt in his eyes.

“Oh. I kind of forgot about that. Maybe a week from now?”

“Or...we could just break up right after the dinner. I don’t feel comfortable staging a scene in public...and I don’t want this to go on for any longer than it has to.”

“What?”

“Well, if it happened in front of Rina, I think she’d be less suspicious. We could like, stage a fight. Knowing Rina, the news would be all over campus in a second.”

He frowned, “I...guess.”

You gave him a tight smile, getting up to leave. He watched you, his hands twitching to grab your wrist, pull you back and tell you what he felt. But he couldn’t. He returned the awkward smile, a lump in his throat as you turned at the door. 

“I’ll get ready at 7:00.”

You closed the door.

***

That evening, you sat in your room, looking in the mirror. Today, it would all be over. However, you knew the two of you could never go back to the way you used to be. Too many lines had been blurred.

You’d given up, more or less. This love was pointless. At this point, you didn’t even care about getting together with Minho. You no longer wanted him to fall for you the same way you did. All you wanted was your old friendship back. You missed the purity and love that used to be so abundant in your friendship.

You fixed the dress. It was black, sleeveless and had a skater skirt. Plain, except for some embroidered detail around the neckline. 

You worried for a moment that you might be underdressed, but then reminded yourself that you didn’t have a reason to care. You brushed your hair and sat at your vanity, deciding to apply just a little bit of makeup. At least you could say you put in a little bit of effort. However, as you reached for your makeup pouch, your eyes landed on the polaroids you’d stuck on the mirror. 

In one, 8 year old Minho was laughing with an ice cream cone in his hand, pointing a finger and laughing at your crying form, the scoop of ice cream previously on your cone now languishing on the floor. The camera had missed how he’d given you his cone soon after. 

The other one had been taken by your mom, right before prom. Minho had been asked out by the popular girl who’d eventually ended up as the prom queen, however he’d said No. He’d known you were dateless. You chuckled at your braces-clad smile. Minho looked confident and smart in his suit, as always.

Along with the polaroids, there was a framed photo, taken after your 13th birthday party. It was your favorite photo out of them all, and also the one that hurt the most at the moment. In it, you were smiling, holding a peace sign up to the camera. Around your neck was a thin rose gold chain, a tiny treble clef hanging from it. Minho’s gift. Usually, you two didn’t really give each other gifts, choosing to make or draw something instead. It allowed more room for personalization and was more effort-inducing.

However, Minho had told you that 13 was your lucky number, and hence he had to put in a little effort into the gift for that particular birthday. He’d been saving up the money to buy it for 2 years. Minho was sat next to you, fondness evident in his eyes as he gazed at your grinning face. 

God, it fucking hurt. You slowly peeled off all the polaroids, putting them all into the box along with your hairties, shutting it. You put the frame inside a drawer, exhaling.

You hadn’t worn that necklace for a while. You stopped wearing it around the time the two of you started college. Around the time you realized you loved him.

 It was too painful to see a reminder of Minho every time you looked in the mirror. You told him you’d lost it. His expression had been indifferent when you told him. You’d even offered to repay him the cost, but he’d refused.

You bent down, pulling open the bottom drawer and lifting a box. Setting it in front of you, you sifted through the random items placed in it, pulling out the jewelry box at the bottom. Opening it, you felt your heart clench at the sight of its familiarity, and all the memories it dredged up. You lifted it out carefully, teary eyes trying to focus on your reflection as you fastened it around your neck, hands shaking a little.

You stared at your neck, touching it gently. You missed the feeling of the delicate metal against your skin.

***

When you walked out of your room, Minho felt his heart beat faster. Yeah...he’d thought you looked hot in your party outfit. But this? This was more you. The simple, clean lines of your dress...the way your hair was bouncy and natural...

Wait.

His eyes zeroed in on the necklace. His necklace.

He didn’t know what to make of it. His heart was pounding so fucking fast. 

“I...thought you lost that.” He could feel a lump in his throat at the sight. 

Your parents had gifted you your first guitar when you were eleven. The first time Minho heard you play, he’d known music was your true calling. And his was dance. It was almost like it was meant to be. 

He’d been walking by a jewelry shop when he’d seen the necklace in the display window. It had reminded him of you almost immediately. He’d gone in, his heart dropping when he realized just how expensive it was. However, he didn’t wanna give up just yet.

So he started doing errands around the neighborhood. Walking the neighbors’ dogs, mowing lawns, etc. Small odd jobs that didn’t pay very well...but in two years, he’d somehow managed to earn enough money to buy it, just in time for your 13th birthday. 

Words couldn’t express how happy he’d felt when you wore it every day for the next fourteen years. Then one day, you told him you lost it. What hurt wasn’t the fact that you lost it, it was your expression when you said it. As if it wasn’t really a big deal.

You followed his line of sight, touching your necklace. “Oh, this? I was looking through some of my old boxes and I found it.” You said with a soft smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice your red eyes.

“Oh.” He paused, looking like he was thinking, his heart doing somersaults.

Coming a little closer, he backed you up against the door a bit. Confused, you looked up at him questioningly, your heart thudding due to his propinquity. His fingers traced your neck, causing you to shudder as he lifted the studded clef hanging from it, his eyes holding an expression you couldn’t quite discern.

“Don’t lose it again.” He said sternly, eyes drilling into yours. 

You nodded, staring up at him with your lips slightly parted. 

Fuck, there it was again. That innocent expression that made him go crazy, made him want to ruin you. Before he could even realize what was happening, he was leaning in.

“M-minho?”

He opened his eyes, his expression disconcerted as he pulled away quickly, coughing. “Sorry.” He mumbled, cheeks burning. 

You shook your head, “N-no, it’s okay.” You tried to calm your heart, peeling yourself off the door and fixing your dress. He nodded expressionlessly, heading to the sofa and sitting on it.

“So. Do you have a plan? What are we gonna do?”

You hummed, walking a little closer and sitting on the sofa, keeping some distance between the two of you. 

“Well...I didn’t really think much about it. Hmm...however we do this, I think we should portray you as the good guy. I should be the unreasonable one. The whole point of this was to clear your reputation, right?”

Minho nodded. “I guess...so what are you planning to do?”

“I guess I’ll just pretend to be irritable and annoyed at you the whole time. Maybe I’ll make a big deal about you flirting with Rina or something. Just be polite, be yourself. I’ll handle everything else.” You sighed.

There’s silence for a few minutes, before Minho scoots a little closer. You turned to face him, breath hitching at the proximity.

He placed his hand on top of yours on the sofa, wrapping his fingers around it and placing it on his lap.

“I’m sorry.” He stared into your eyes. “For everything. For disregarding our friendship, for forcing you to fake-date me, for being an asshole, and taking advantage of your goodness. I’m sorry about...what happened after the party. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. Just...stay, please. Please. I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

You saw the sincerity in his eyes, swallowing the nausea as you inhaled. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you wanna lose me?”

He cocked his head to the side. He hadn’t expected you to ask that question. He thought about it for a minute, his other hand resting on top of your already intertwined ones. 

“Hmm. You should already know by now, but okay.” He inhaled. “You mean a lot to me. I literally grew up with you. You’re all I know...you’re my girl, okay?” 

You stared at him, opening your mouth and closing it. He scratched his neck. Fuck. He had more to say, but your dumbfounded expression was making him rethink that. 

“Uh...I m-mean...you know. You’re my best friend. I value our friendship a lot, so please...I don’t wanna be the one who fucks this up. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I do. Please, give me another chance.”

“Oh.” You tried to mask the disappointment in your voice. Your heart felt stuffed, but your brain was telling you that this was a good thing. He apologized, and promised to change. Wasn’t that enough for you? Minho wasn’t obligated to be in love with you.

You put a smile on your face. “Okay. I’m sorry, too. I played a part in all of this, as well. We’ll...we’ll make this work, Minho.”

He grinned, letting go of your hand to get up, glancing at his watch. “We should go.”

He looked back at you, holding his hand out. “Best friends?” He asked hopefully.

“Best friends.”

***

Minho had one hand on the steering wheel, glancing at you from time to time with a stupid grin on his face. You weren’t mad at him anymore, and that was a start. 

You looked so pretty. He liked how you looked both sexy and cute at the same time, the skirt of your dress flowy, yet the spaghetti straps showing off your smooth shoulders...and the best part about it was the necklace around your neck. Somehow, he felt like it marked you as his better than the hickeys did. The marks on your neck had faded a bit, but were still slightly visible...something he was very happy about.

“Um, Minho...eyes on the road, please.”

He chuckled, focusing his gaze back to the road as you pulled your skirt down a little. “It’s down this road, right?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay.” He stopped the car, unfastening his seatbelt and stepping out, walking around to open the door for you. 

“Hmm. The place looks nice.” 

You shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Listen, Y/n...you don’t have to do this. We’ll come up with something else, I mean...I don’t want you to come out of this looking like the bad guy.”

“Minho, we can’t come up with anything. We’re already here. Just...let me do this.” You sighed, looking up at the number plate on the door. “Mm. This is the one.” You rang the doorbell.

He nodded, a little nervous. He decided to button up one of the three buttons he’d left undone.  You looked at him, pouting. “Why’d you do that? You looked better with it undone.”

He blushed, opening his mouth to respond when the door was opened.

“You guys! Right on time!” Rina gushed. She had on a tight fitting red dress, matching red lipstick and pearls on her ears, as well as around her neck. Her hair was in an immaculate bun. Was she overdressed or were you underdressed? 

You turned your eyes away from Minho, opting to smile politely at her. “Thanks for inviting us.”

You glanced at Minho. If you hadn’t known Minho well, you would have thought his smirk was genuine. However, you could see the layer of nervousness behind it.

“Come in, you two. I’ll get the plates ready.”

She beckoned you in. The apartment looked the same as the last time you’d been there, only cleaner.

As you followed Rina in, you saw the backs of a guy and a girl sitting on the couch, chatting to Juyeon who was standing next to them. Rina followed your line of sight. “Oh...sorry, I invited one more couple to join. I hope you don’t mind.” She glanced at Minho. “You know them, right? I mean, I know you know Mera well. And Hyunjin’s your friend.”

Oh.

Minho nodded. “Yeah.”

You breathed in. You didn’t want to put up an act in front of two more people...you’d already been nervous, but now you were more so.

“Ah, Y/n! You look nice.” Juyeon said, winking at you and causing Minho to shoot him a glare. Did this guy have an ounce of shame?

Mera and Hyunjin both gave you awkward smiles which you returned, thanking Juyeon as Rina gestured to the couch.

“Wait here, okay? I’ll go get the table ready. Y’all can talk while I’m gone.” She smiled, before leaving and going into the kitchen.

There was an awkward silence in the room as she left.

You glanced at Mera , who was wearing a shimmery blue-green dress that made her look stunning. She cleared her throat. “Um, hi guys. How are you?”

“We’re doing alright.” Minho spoke monotonously. He looked at Hyunjin, pointing between the two with a clenched jaw. “When did this happen?”

Hyunjin paused for a moment. “Hmm...at the party.”

“Um, I didn’t see you-”

“I came upstairs after you two left.” He chuckled. “Speaking of which, good night, I assume?”

Minho looked at you, surprised to see you shrug, smiling. “It was pretty good.” You grinned.

Mera’s eyes narrowed as she saw Minho swallow, leaning back against the sofa.

You sat up a little, wondering how you should segue into an argument. You were second-guessing it now. You weren’t feeling the same eagerness you felt earlier in the morning to fake-break up with Minho, especially when the two of you had more or less made up. 

Mera gave you a small smile. “Just good? I couldn’t walk for weeks whenever Minho and I had sex.” She giggled, missing the awkward atmosphere in the air as she uttered the words.

Minho glanced at you. The annoyance in his expression was subtle. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Mera and giving her a fake smile.

Juyeon coughed, straightening up a bit. “TMI, Mera.” He chuckled, giving you another wink, which Minho thankfully missed as his gaze was directed to you. He picked up on the fact that you were uncomfortable. He moved closer, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing reassuringly as Hyunjin asked Juyeon something, the three talking among each other. 

Minho took the chance to turn to you. “Look, we had no idea she’d invite more people. You don’t have to do anything. We don’t have to be in a rush. Just let me handle it.” He whispered, making you feel a lot lighter. You relaxed, your stiffness melting, along with your heart as Minho smiled at you. 

Rina came back into the room, honey-sweet smile present on her face like always. “It’s ready! Come on, guys.”

***

A few hours had passed. The dinner wasn’t as bad as you’d expected it to be. In fact, it was suspiciously good...everything from the food to the people. Surprisingly, you found conversation to be alright. You really liked Hyunjin. He was a nice guy, maybe a little overdramatic... (especially when he’d taken a bite of pasta that had been too hot) but overall, you could tell that he had a good heart. 

Mera, despite flirting a little too brazenly with Minho from time to time, wasn’t  bothering you much. Besides, Juyeon’s flirting was somehow even more brazen, his winks and smirks all directed to you. The weirdest part was that somehow Rina looked completely oblivious to it all.

When you finally finished eating, you were feeling pretty full. The food had definitely been ordered from out...there was no way Rina was capable of that level of cooking.

Hyunjin sighed. “That was really good, Rina.” He said, prompting some nods and appreciative moans. 

“Thank you.” She giggled.

Mera set her fork down. “I really have to be going, I’ve got an appointment early tomorrow morning. Rina, you coming?”

“Nah, I’m staying with Juyeon today.”

“Okay. Dinner was amazing. We should really do it again.” She leaned down to press a kiss to Hyunjin’s cheek. “Bye, Juyeon, Minho.” She made eye contact with you, smiling warmly. “Y/n.”

Once she left, it was just the five of you. Minho looked at him, a questioning look on his face, asking you if you wanted to leave.

You were about to nod when Juyeon interrupted the silence. “Minho, we haven’t been seeing you at the studio these days.”

“I’ve been busy...not really in a mood for dance.” He said, running a hand through his hair.

“You? Not in a mood for dance?” Hyunjin asked, laughing. “That’s not something you hear often.”

“Y/n, what have you been doing to him?” Rina sneered, chuckling. You were about to speak when Minho spoke up. “She didn’t do anything. What part of ‘not in the mood’ do you not understand?” He snapped.

There was silence as Rina glared at him, clenching her jaw. “Woah man, calm down. We were just joking around.” Juyeon said, sitting up.

“I’m sure you were.” Minho rolled his eyes, getting out of his chair. “Where’s the bathroom? I’m going to wash up.”

He left the room. You glanced at Rina. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Whatever.” Rina said, rolling her eyes and gathering up the plates, leaving for the kitchen with a scowl on her face.

Hyunjin cleared his throat. “Well...it was a really nice dinner.” He said awkwardly. He turned to Juyeon. “See you tomorrow, man.” He looked towards you, smiling genially. “It was nice getting to know you better, Y/n. I’m surprised Minho didn’t introduce us to each other earlier.”

You nodded, grinning at him. “Me too. Anyway, I look forward to spending more time with you.” Hyunjin winked at you. His wink wasn’t flirty like Juyeon’s but a rather friendly one.

After Hyunjin left, you decided to move to the living room, sitting on the sofa and waiting for Minho to be done so you could leave already. Juyeon was watching you, coming over and sitting opposite you on the sofa. His gaze was heavy, and you were being careful to avoid it. Juyeon was attractive, sure...but you didn’t like the way he kept constantly flirting. Wasn’t he and Rina supposed to be a thing? 

“Hmm...must be nice dating the biggest fuckboy on campus.” Juyeon laughed.

You looked at him. “Um...”

He moved uncomfortably closer, placing his hand on your thigh. “You know, you deserve a lot better.”

You shook your head, trying to get up and move away, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down. His expression was angry. “Come on, Y/n...why are you rejecting me?” He asked with a puzzled expression...as if he was genuinely confused. 

You glowered at him, trying not to snap. “Because I have a fucking boyfriend?” You said, your tone icy.

Jesus, why was Minho taking so long?

His eyes widened, before he breaks into a laugh, slapping his knee as he threw his head back. You watched, brows furrowed. “Why are you laughing?”

He wiped a tear away, shoulders still shaking a lot. “I know you’re innocent...but I didn’t think you were quite this gullible.”

“What?”

He shrugged, letting go of your wrist. “Why don’t you go find your boyfriend.” He said, his voice calm.

You frowned, lifting yourself off the sofa as you made your way to the bathroom, Juyeon watching from the sofa with an amused expression.

You knocked a few times, with no answer. Pushing the door open, you found no one inside.

And that’s when you heard the moan.

Your heart beating and brain filled with white noise, you walked in the direction of the sound, your suspicions being confirmed when you saw the bedroom door ajar.

The scene inside made you feel nauseous. A terrible sense of deja vu enveloped you as you watched Rina running her hands over his chest as she sat on his lap...his shirt completely unbuttoned, the two of them making out furiously as he gripped her waist.

You hated the way your body was shaking as you watched, the two still oblivious to your presence. Your heart felt like it was crumbling.  You couldn’t help the sob that broke out of you at the sight, making them finally separate, Minho’s eyes turning to you and widening as they saw your crying face.

“Fuck you.” You managed to croak out, wrenching the necklace off your neck, throwing it at his feet and walking away, past Juyeon, avoiding eye contact. You didn’t wanna look back, didn’t wanna see his smug expression. All you were focused on was leaving that place as fast as you could.

As you half-walked, half-ran out into the night air, you swore as you realized it was raining. You could feel your makeup running down your face, the raindrops mixing with your tears.

Why did you feel so broken inside? Minho wasn’t your actual boyfriend, so it wasn’t like he’d actually cheated on you. Maybe...because somewhere deep inside, you’d stupidly thought that he actually did have feelings for you. Your conversation back home had sparked the tiniest bit of hope in you. God, you were so fucking stupid.

It was all hopeless. Fucking hopeless. You had to learn to accept that, sooner or later.

Somehow, you would.