#they’re like exes that are best friends that still kiss sometimes

[toytle]

debating between drawing superbat or clois for valentine’s day (would not generally be an either/or situation for me but it’s a specific prompt) and the deciding factor is literally that i am too scared to draw batman 🤕

[hysteria-things]

ZIPPER (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the struggle is real for you and this stupid zipper. who knew it could lead to something with your brother’s best friend?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, swearing, oral (female receiving), p in v, degradation, dacryphilia, spanking, praising, orgasm denial, breeding, ROUGH ASF

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,889

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is my favorite thing i’ve written so far and it’s DEF smuttier than anything else i’ve posted😭

you groan as you reach for the zipper that’s on your back. you’re wearing a short dress for the party you’re going to tonight with your brother and his three best friends. you sometimes tag along, and tonight is one of those nights. music from your speaker plays softly as you get ready.

or at least try to.

frustration builds in your body when you bend your arm at every angle to try to get the damn zipper, but it’s no use.

suddenly, a figure passes by your door. “nate?” you call out.

chris’s head peeks into your room with a chuckle. “nope. chris.”

you sigh. “can you help me with this zipper, please?”

it all happened so fast. the dress that you were struggling with minutes ago is now thrown on the floor along with your panties. the zipper is most likely broken by the way he yanked the dress off of your body.

your mouth is agape as you look down at chris between your thighs, who’s slowly licking up your folds. you breathe heavily, watching his every move. the music that was softly playing now plays loud so it can coat over the sounds coming from you.

your hands grip and massage his hair while you lean your head back onto the mattress and start grinding your hips against his face in desperate need of more friction. his nose grazes against your clit, his tongue following the movements of your hips.

his arms wrap under your thighs and hold you in place. “be patient.” he demands.

“they’re going to come look for us,” you whine in response.

“then we better use our time wisely, yeah?”

his tongue picks up speed, earning a gasp from you. your eyes roll to the back of your head, and soundless moans are leaving your lips that are formed in an ‘o’ shape. you lift your legs to where your knees are almost touching your cheeks, causing chris to dig into you deeper.

a warm sensation builds up in your stomach that makes your eyes squeeze shut and your eyebrows furrow. “i’m gonna cum.” you choke out, practically suffocating him as your legs squeeze in both sides of his head.

he doesn’t say anything and keeps eating you out, completely drunk off your pussy. although, he couldn’t help but take one of his hands to palm himself through his clothed erection.

your legs start to tremble when the fluid smothers all over chris’s mouth.

his face rises from between your legs. his lips are glistening from your release, and you see he has no shirt on. you didn’t even notice when he took it off and his tent is visible in his dress pants.

crawling onto the bed, he’s now hovering over your face. you stare at him in the eyes as his lips ghost yours. there’s so much tension that your lips tingle in desire to connect with his.

as if he read your mind, he leans in with an open-mouthed kiss. he hums at the contact, forcing his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself.

it’s filthy, but you’ve never been so turned on.

he pulls away first to let you guys breathe, a string of saliva connecting each of your bottom lips before it breaks apart the more he moves away. “ass up, baby.”

without hesitation, you turn onto your stomach. his hands grip your waist and pull you up toward him so your ass is on full display. he groans at the sight. you’re still glistening from your orgasm.

chris undoes his belt and pulls down his pants and boxers simultaneously. his cock springs out, and the sudden whiff of cool air makes him wince. pre-cum leaks from the tip. it took everything in his body to not cum in his pants when he was eating you out.

you bite your lip in excitement as he grips your hips and teases your entrance. his tip makes its way into you, and it makes you wince in pain. “breathe for me, okay?” he reassures, pushing more of himself into you.

you let out a pained moan as you feel him stretching your walls. he’s fucking huge.

he sits there for a few seconds so you can accommodate his size. and then, he pushes fully into you. he throws his head back with a submissive sound.

he twitches inside of you when he feels his orgasm coming, even though he hasn’t even done anything yet. chris feels embarrassed, seeming like a teenage boy who’s having sex for the first time.

he tries to imagine the grossest things to distract him. it works, thank god.

“so tight,” he says, jutting his hips forward in slow thrusts. you whimper and grip the sheets below you because of the pain, but it soon goes away the more he stimulates you.

when chris plans to go faster, your phone vibrates with an incoming phone call. “answer it.”

“w-what?” you stammer, trying to look back at him from over your shoulder.

he leans to your nightstand and grabs your phone, forcing it in front of your face. “i said; answer. it.”

your shaky hand takes the phone and you swipe answer without looking at the name. “h-hello?”

“are you almost ready? we have to leave soon.” nate’s voice says on the other line. your eyes widen with fear, but chris finds this amusing and chuckles instead.

“n-not yet.” you bite down on your lip trying to suppress the sounds you want to let out. chris is still thrusting slowly, but he’s so big that the tip is already starting to brush against your cervix.

“and do you know where chris is? we haven’t seen him in a while.”

“i-i don’t know, nate. he’s probably in the bathroom or something,” you say in one breath. you remove the phone from your ear and plop your face down into the pillow to muffle your moan as chris hits that spot again.

you bring the phone back to your ear and exhale. “i-i’ll be done soon, nate.”

he’s silent for a beat before speaking. “okay. see ya down here when you’re ready.”

you quickly hang up the phone and throw it somewhere on the floor. chris starts to go faster, moans shooting out of you in pieces. “in the bathroom, huh?” he mocks.

“shut u—” you’re cut off by a harsh slap on your right thigh, followed by rubbing that soothes the pain.

“i don’t want to hear any other words come out of your mouth except those pretty sounds you make. the only thing you’ll be able to think about is my dick buried inside of you.”

“but—”

another slap and rub. his pace turns animalistic, causing you to bury your face into the pillows again. you moan an apology into the pillow, but it was pretty much incoherent.

your white knuckles on the sheets make chris smirk. you clench around his dick and he groans. “so perfect. such a perfect pussy.”

“chris—” you pant. “chris—”

“what? do you need to cum again already? you want to cum all over my cock?”

he grips your hair and lifts your head slightly. you want to answer, but pathetic moans are the only thing you’re capable of letting out.

thank god for the music playing, or the claps of your guys’ skin and the squeaking of the bed can give you away in an instant. “ple-ease. let me c-cum.” you struggle.

“hold it.” chris says through gritted teeth.

he rails into you harder than before, his hand that was gripping your hair now holding your head down on its side into the mattress. you yelp like a dog beneath him, drool falling down your chin creating a mess below you.

your arousal starts leaking from you and chris moans. “take it… just like that. good girl.”

you buck your hips more into him, and he grips your waist tighter, which will leave marks for a few days. “yeah? you like that?”

eyes becoming filled with tears, you nod your head and moan into the pillows as a yes.

“your brother would hate me if he knew what i’m doing to you.” chris starts. “who knew his little sister was such a slut?”

your grip starts to loosen on the sheets since the pleasure is getting too much. you start to see specks of white every time you blink. you’re a brain-dead mess underneath your brother’s best friend.

but my god can he fuck. and he fucks good.

he speaks lowly into your ear. “too bad you’re my best friend’s sister, or i’d fuck a baby into you right now.”

you try to look at his face with teary eyes, but his grip stays on your head.

“we’d make cute ones, no?”

you blab a response. he leans so his face is right in front of your tongue sticking out, drooling mess. the lean also causes him to go deeper and hit spots you didn’t even know existed. “you want my cum you filthy fucking whore? you’re squeezing my cock like you do.”

you scream, sobs of pleasure leaving your lips. you’re on the pill, but feeling him let go inside of you will send you over the edge.

you’ve been holding it in for too long, and you need to let go now.

“please.” you whimper. “cum in me.”

you repeat that same sentence over and over again like a prayer, and you can tell he’s close based off of his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“you’re being so good for me.” he grunts. “such a good girl.”

chris looks at where you’re connected, his jaw slacks as he watches himself pound the shit out of you. the way your ass bounces with each thrust has his dick twitching. your second orgasm approaches, streaking your cream down his cock.

“fuck.” chris mumbles, jolting into you one last time before spilling inside of you. he watched as his dick repeatedly disappears into your folds to make sure you took his seed before pulling out.

he admires the mess you both made, taking his fingers and shoving your/his release back inside you. you hiss at the sensitivity.

some of it still oozes out because of the way he just fucked you full.

he rolls you onto your back and cups your face, wiping the tears streaming down your face with his thumbs. “you okay?”

you lazily smile and nod. you’re still fuzzy with post-sex haze. he looks in a few of the bedside drawers before finding a towel and carefully cleaning you up with it.

he throws on his clothes, finishing the remaining buttons on his pants before looking down at you.

“by the way.” he starts, kneeling to grab your panties from the floor and putting them in his pocket.

“hm?” you hum, waiting for an answer.

“you’re going to have to find a different dress. the zipper broke on that one.” he comes over and kisses you on the temple. “you better get ready before it’s too late.”

with that, he walks out of your room. you stay there, all naked and still trying to catch your breath.

however, you’re not worried about finding another dress. you’re worried about how you have to hide the fact that chris’ cum is going to drip down your legs the entire night.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[smileysuh]

comfort cuisine - TEASER

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. You’ve never felt a feral need like this before, but it’s not necessarily the primal type of drive. Instead, it’s a feeling of wanting to be close to this man- who you’ve been next to for so many years, but unable to touch. Except, he’s touching you now, and you want more.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, breast worship/massaging, big dick Johnny, fingering, pussy stretching prep, 'it's finger licking good,' praise, dirty talk, masturbation, multiple reader orgasms, cumming together, creampie, soft sex, longing, fluff, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 10.8k

🍭 aus. aged up/widower dad!John, best friends to lovers, Chef!John, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I'm so happy that people loved Line Chef Mark in my fic Real Talk, I received so many messages about giving Head Chef John his own love story, and this is what I came up with in the past four months :) it's a little different from what I normally do, but I wanted to continue with that 'slice of life' theme and venture into a plot line I've never tried before with widower/single dad John :)

“So two line chefs called in, huh?” you prompt, tucking your legs up and making room for the large man on the sofa.

“I expected it from Haechan, but Mark’s generally pretty reliable. His girlfriend was on shift today, so I know he wasn’t skipping to be with her- I’m guessing they got pretty messed up last night.”

“They’re young,” you point out, accepting a beer from him. “We used to be young.”

“Used to be,” Johnny laughs, taking a swig of his drink. 

Looking at this man- this father, you realize maybe he never really got the chance to be young. At twenty five, he had a six year old, he wasn't running around blacking out and getting hung over, he was working his way up the employment ladder, dreaming about a better future for his daughter.

“You mentioned Mark has a girlfriend, I think I’ve heard about her a few times now, it’s interesting that she was in and he wasn’t.”

“I’m going to be honest, I love Mark, he’s a great kid- but, he can sometimes be peer pressured into things. Haechan has a hold on Mark unlike any I’ve seen, they bring out… interesting sides of each other.”

You laugh at the description, and it’s clear there’s more on Johnny’s mind, so you wait for him to continue. 

“It’s nice that Mark is young and in love, I can understand that- but at the same time, I just hope he doesn’t make the same mistakes I did. Not that Soonbok is a mistake, of course- I just mean that… life is fragile. You think you’re going to be with someone forever, and then you’re reminded of how frail things can be.”

You frown at his words. Even after all of these years, Johnny still holds so much pain about his lost wife. You want to do your best to help Johnny in every aspect of his life, especially emotional, but this is a topic you never know how to approach. He’s right for grieving, his ex was his first love, his true love- how is there anything you could ever say to make him feel better about her passing?

You open your mouth, only to close it, and Johnny watches you intently. Sometimes he looks at you, the way he’s looking at you right now, and you wonder if he feels the same level of connection with you that you feel with him. You wonder if he wants you to kiss him, if a kiss would make him feel better, if it would - if even for a moment - help him forget about the pains he’s faced in his life.

But it’s because of the pains he’s faced that neither of you can close the distance, you’d like to think about it that way at least. Even after all these years, it’s still too early, so you simply reach out and gently squeeze his hand.

Johnny offers you a smile, and you’re glad that in some small way, maybe you’ve helped him.

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[zorobraun]

ex husband ghost at your kiddo’s football game part two

“dad, what does ‘sex’ means?” theo asks, looking at simon while they’re playing video games. his father freezes. “what did you just say?” simon stares at his son in disbelief, instantly crashing the car in the game. “sex.” theo says again, his bright soft eyes full of innocence. simon swallows hard, frowning his nose. “first of all, how did you discover the existence of this word?” simon raises an eyebrow at the kid, laughing quietly. “mommy’s friend.” theo replies in a worried tone, his cheeks getting red from both regret and embarrassment.

“is that so?” simon’s tone is a bit angry now. “i’ll have a word with your mom, then.” he adds with a sigh, looking at his son. “don’t, please. it’s not her fault… she was very uncomfortable.” theo’s eyes are desperate and worried. “don’t worry, buddy. i’ll just talk to her… nicely.” simon reassures him with a soft smile, caressing theo’s head. he nods with a half hearted smile. “her friend was saying something about… mom missing the sex she had with you. i wasn’t supposed to hear that, but she’s too loud.” theo swallows hard, looking away.

simon is in shock. he holds back a laugh. “and mom said that… she can’t help but miss having sex with you, that you’re the best she ever had.” theo completes with hesitation in his tone. “oh my god, really?” simon asks with a fake surprise, laughing out loud. he’s not cocky, but he obviously knew that already, you used to tell him all the time. “yes, dad…” theo mutters with a light chuckle, still confused about the meaning of his mom’s statement.

simon shakes his head, still laughing in disbelief. “your mom is crazy, huh?” he says in a playful tone, wrapping his big arms around theo. “sometimes.” the kid replies, laughing too. “so… what’s ‘sex’, anyway?” theo raises an eyebrow, curious and confused. simon takes a deep breath, staring at his son in a serious, calm way. “sex is… an intimate moment that you share with someone you trust.” he explains in a non explicit way, smiling softly. “really? so you and mom… you trusted each other.” theo smiles sadly. “actually, it was more than trust. we… we loved each other, which makes the experience even better.” simon adds in a calm tone.

“do you miss having… that… with mom?” theo raises an eyebrow, innocent and naive as always. simon suddenly sighs quietly, the memories eating him alive. “i can’t believe we’re talking about this, buddy.” he lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “but yeah, i miss it.” he pauses. “i miss everything.” a sad smile appears on simon’s lips. theo stares into his father’s eyes. he knows that simon is not okay, but he decides to ignore that and give him a tight hug. “let’s get you back to mommy’s house.” simon breaks the silence, kissing theo’s temple.

a few minutes later, simon and theo are standing in your doorstep. you quickly open the door with a smile, since you were already expecting them. you crouch when you see theo, hugging him while you kiss his soft cheeks. “i’ve missed you!” you chuckle quietly, kissing all over his face. “mom, stop, it tickles!” he chuckles, pulling away from you. simon smiles softly in silence. the loud thunder makes the three of you look at the sky. the rain is just getting worse.

you look at simon. his eyes look like coming home. like listening to an old good song after months without listening to it. “hi.” you greet him, smiling. “hey.” simon smiles back, his fingers interlocking with your strands, caressing your head gently. “he already had dinner. and he also showered.” simon tells you, just like always. most of your conversations with him are like this. you nod with a smile. “um, you should come in. it’s raining too much.” you look at simon with a an awkward smile, making him chuckle quietly as he shakes his head. “it’s fine, but thanks.” he says, looking at you. “seriously, don’t drive right now. don’t make me worried.” you reply, touching his arm in a friendly way. simon seems to be hesitant.

“please, dad. stay a little longer.” theo grabs simon’s hand, pulling him inside. simon could never deny his son, so he gives in, clearing his throat before looking around your cozy living room. the living room that was once his, too. it’s a bit awkward to realize that he let you stay without even thinking twice, while he had to buy another place to live. “make yourself at home.” you say the magic words and simon feels that pain in his heart. this is his home. or used to be…

“can i get you something to drink?” you ask with a weak smile. “i’m fine, thanks.” he smiles back and you nod. simon takes a seat on the couch, theo throws himself beside his father. before you could sit next to theo, he leaves the couch to give attention to the puzzle on the ground. you and simon look at each other with a soft smile. you sit next to simon on the couch, making sure to keep a certain distance. “so, did you guys have fun?” you ask with a playfulness in your tone. “of course, mom.” theo chuckles, focused on the puzzle. simon chuckles too, his gaze shifting from theo to you.

“hey, can i talk to you about something?” simon asks, laying his arm lazily on the couch, his body turned towards you. you swallow hard, nodding. “sure. what is it?” you smile nervously. “tell claire to stop talking about sex in front of my son, for fuck’s sake.” simon laughs quietly, touching your hand and squeezing it in a playful manner. your cheeks get instantly red. “w-what? i mean, how… how do you know it’s claire?” you seem embarrassed at first but you end up laughing, slapping simon’s thigh.

“i know all of your friends, idiot. only claire would talk about such things in front of theo.” simon laughs again, making you laugh even more. “i already told her, alright? she’s impossible, i swear…” you smile playfully as you shake your head. “oh, i can tell.” simon mutters in a joking tone. you raise an eyebrow at him, mockingly. “she’s so blunt, it’s funny.” he adds, chuckling.

“she really is. remember that time when you first saw her? it was right in the beginning of our relationship, we had just started dating…” you say with a nostalgic smile. simon’s attention is fixed on you, a laugh wanting to leave his throat because he knows exactly what you’re talking about. “fuck yeah… she said: oh, honey. this isn’t your boyfriend anymore, it’s ours. i couldn’t believe my ears when she said that.” simon completes, laughing out loud, just like you.

“oh my god… i was so embarrassed. i felt so bad for you.” you mumble between chuckles, grabbing simon’s arm in a playful manner. “i was willing to break up with you, she almost scared me off.” simon jokes in a teasing tone, chuckling. you roll your eyes with a laugh, pushing him away. he laughs, adjusting himself on the couch. you stare at his lap for some reason, maybe because you just had flashbacks of the two of you having some late night fun on this couch. simon raises an eyebrow at you, clearly judging your malicious stare. you shy away.

the tension is too heavy when simon sighs quietly, staring into your eyes with so much longing that it almost hurts. he misses you like crazy… but then his brain reminds him that your boyfriend is probably upstairs, waiting for you, as he lays down on the bed that you used to share with simon. suddenly, he gets mad. he gets mad because that stupid boyfriend of yours doesn’t deserve you. he can’t even handle being with a woman like you. simon clears his throat uncomfortably, trying his best to ignore his intrusive thoughts.

“mom, did you tell dad about your wedding?” theo breaks the silence while focused on his puzzle and the world stops. simon holds his breath for a while, staring into your eyes as if he’s pleading to hear that this wedding thing is a joke. he feels like theo’s words opened an unhealed wound. he sighs quietly, looking away. the realization hits him. so you weren’t bluffing when you said that you were actually willing to marry your boyfriend. your eyes are filled with despair as you notice simon’s reaction, you can almost hear his heart shattering. “i’m so happy for you.” he finally says something, but his words are meaningless, shallow. he leaves the couch so he doesn’t have to be near you.

“w-wait, where are you going?” you stand up too, grabbing his arm. “i’m going home.” simon replies with a fake soft smile. you can see in his eyes that he’s devastated. “simon, just… stay. let’s talk.” you swallow hard as your touch stays on him. “i think we’re both done talking.” he replies in an annoyed, upset tone, still faking a small smile. “no, simon. i know you…” you insist in a frustrated frown. “don’t leave me in the dark, alright? please. your opinion matters to me.” your voice breaks a little, already fighting the urge to cry. simon has that pain hidden in his face, that you only saw when he was right on the edge.

“what do you want me to say, y/n? do you need my approval, is that it? don’t you think i’ve had enough of your bullshit already?” simon asks with an extreme frustration in his tone, a hint of betrayal. you hold eye contact with him in silence. a silence that’s too loud. you lick your lips nervously, swallowing hard. “i need… i need you to be okay with this. i need to hear you say that i won’t hurt you if i marry him.” you say in a whisper, your eyes tearing up.

simon sighs heavily, looking away in disbelief. he takes a step back. “oh, you want me to be okay with this? you must be out of your goddamn mind.” simon says with a hint of sarcasm. “i can’t keep doing this, y/n. i can’t keep getting in the way of your new love life, just because you want me to. stop relying on me to make decisions that i don’t have the power to make. i’m so fucking tired of having to watch you give all of your love to another man, right in front of my eyes.” simon stares at you with a certain anger as he comes closer again, grabbing the back of your neck with both hands. he’s tearing up. “can’t you see that?” he whispers, almost begging.

“you ended me the night you asked for a divorce instead of trying to make things right again, because you know damn well that i was more than happy to fight for you. for our marriage.” simon’s tired eyes are still on yours, just like his hands on the back of your neck. “so yes, you will hurt me if you marry him. after all we’ve been through… you betrayed me. i spent years loving you, treating you right, taking care of you, helping you through tough times… just so you could change your mind about us and fall in love with someone new in less than a year.” his chest tightens with his own words, pure betrayal consuming his veins.

“all i ever wanted was you, with all of your qualities and flaws. i wanted my son to have both of his parents living under the same roof. but maybe i asked for too much.” he says, a hint of disappointment in his low voice. tears start running down your cheeks and he sighs tiredly, wiping your tears away, again. “you see? you break me in half but i’m always the one to put you back together somehow, when your boyfriend should be doing it. so look me in the eyes and say that he deserves to be with you. say it. you can’t. because it’s my hand you reach for when you’re falling apart.” simon adds, kissing your tears away. it catches you off guard.

you can’t seem to have the strength to answer, so you just stay silent, feeling the safe warm feeling of his touch on you. simon stares into your eyes, waiting for a response. “y-you don’t understand, simon…” you mutter in a shaky voice. his hands are shaky too. he closes his eyes for a second, feeling even more frustrated and desperate with your words. his pleading gaze fixed on you, his chest rising up and down.

“you don’t seem to understand how this breaks my heart, love. you haunt me. i search for you in anyone, anywhere. i search for you in my empty bed, in the passenger’s seat of my car. in the grocery store, by my side, reading our grocery list out loud. i search for you when i’m out with our friends, when i’m at my mom’s and she asks how have you been, when i’m watching our favorite movie with theo for the thousandth time.” he swallows the lump in his throat. you close your eyes, you can’t handle it anymore. “god knows i even miss your toothbrush next to mine.” he chuckles quietly and sadly, making your heart break.

theo stares at his parents with sad, guilty eyes. but he knows that this seems to be a conversation for adults, only. so he stays quiet, turning his attention back to the puzzle. “you said you wanted my opinion, so i’ll give you just that. i want you to be happy, with or without me. if you’re sure that he’s the one for you, marry him. don’t let me hold you back.” simon’s voice is trembling, he keeps holding back his tears, he needs to sound firm and reassuring. “i’ve got you, always.” he adds and you sob uncontrollably, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

you hide your face in the crook of his neck while he strokes your waist gently. “i… i can’t live without you.” you whisper against his skin, almost begging for him to keep getting in the way of your new love life. simon sighs heavily. “you don’t mean that, love. you were the one who decided to live without me in the first place.” he places a bitter kiss on the top of your head. simon hates the fact that you make him weak to the point where he doesn’t even mind being raw and vulnerable. you know all sides of him, anyway. just like he knows all of yours.

“dad, please…” theo mutters, making the two of you stare at him with surprised eyes. “just tell her.” he turns his gaze towards his parents, holding back a cry. simon immediately walks towards him, crouching in front of the kid. he feels terrible for having that type of conversation with you in front of his son. theo starts crying quietly, making simon widen his eyes with a certain despair. “h-hey, kiddo, it’s okay…” simon picks him up, hugging him tightly. “i’m so, so sorry. i shouldn’t have said all of that in front of you, i’m sorry, buddy.” simon strokes theo’s back, kissing the top of his head.

you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, trying your best to stop crying. you have to be strong for your son. you walk towards them. “you always make her cry, dad…” theo mutters with a sob and simon’s heart and breathing stop for a moment. “theo, baby, no… it’s not like this at all.” you stand up for simon, caressing your son’s wet cheeks. “your dad is… the most caring, lovable person in this whole world, okay? don’t ever say that again.” you plead him, kissing his forehead. simon feels like shit.

“he’s a liar… he said that you’re still his love… that he misses everything.” theo says in a low tone, touching your face. simon sighs heavily with a defeated frown. you look at simon in silence, speechless. “enough, theo.” simon says in a more firm tone. he puts his son back on the ground, crouching in front of him. simon looks theo in the eyes, grabbing his shoulders gently. “sometimes love is not enough, but you’re too young to understand that.” simon completes, caressing his son’s cheeks.

theo stares at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for your response to his father’s statement. but you never open your mouth. “i already told you, mommy’s in love with someone else and that’s okay. that’s life. people come and go, right? just like waves. you know when we’re at the beach, swimming in the sea? the waves, they come and go.” simon smiles softly at him, kissing the top of his head before standing up. theo looks at you, disappointed.

“i-i do love you, simon.” you grab his arm, getting a little mad at his statement. “don’t say that in front of our son.” you scold him with red, puffy eyes. “you know exactly what i meant.” simon bites back, almost in an angry whisper, touching your arm briefly. “just be happy, alright? but don’t you dare be happier than you were with me. do this one thing for me, love.” he adds as a single sour tear runs down his cheek. he can’t hold back anymore. simon runs his fingers through your hair gently, while more tears start filling up his eyes. he breathes out, placing his hand on the back of your neck.

you’re staring at him as if you’re screaming i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for punishing you for things you never did. he pulls your face closer to his, leaning his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, so you can’t see how betrayed he feels in the corner of his eyes. “you broke me like your promises, but just between us… you’ll never be unloved by me. you’re too well tangled in my soul.” he whispers, being completely honest. you sob, speechless. then he kisses you. it’s not a passionate kiss. it’s a sad, tender, salty kiss. it’s the last kiss. it’s the closure kiss, for him.

this is the night in which simon finally sets himself free from the bitter embrace of your ghost. he officially gave up on you, for good. and you can feel it too — in the way he breaks the kiss without even looking at your face. he even seems a bit disgusted. simon pulls away from you, walking towards the door without looking back. now you feel cold without his body to make you warm. “i’ll pick you up at school tomorrow, kid.” simon mutters to theo in a defeated cold tone before leaving your house.

your love maimed him so excruciatingly well that suddenly he feels like a soldier who’s returning half his weight, waiting for his lover’s deadly kiss to put him in a never ending sleep.

[fantasticallyfruity4]

Thinking about a coffee shop au where Steve works at Joyce’s coffee shop and I’m ngl It’s a little unhinged.

So Steve stays working at Joyce’s coffee shop, and when he starts he learns one of the resident regulars is a young pre teen girl named Max. She never orders anything, she just comes in, waves to whoever’s working (says “hi Jon” and “hey Joyce” by name but doesn’t seem to know the rest of the baristas like that), and sits herself down at a small table and starts her schoolwork.

By the second time Steve sees her and sees (what he realizes is a daily routine) Joyce bring her either some fruity sweet iced tea lemonade concoction, a matcha, a chai latte, or a mocha and give her a kiss on the cheek, he understands there’s some kind of relationship there. Which is confirmed when he watches Jonathan go sit beside her on his break and crack jokes, catching up with her (and bring her a snickerdoodle) the second time he sees her.

And he knows Joyce’s 3 kids, will, Jonathan and el. By name by story by photo. So he knows this isn’t Joyce’s kid.

So he asks Robin, one of his new co workers he’s become fast friends with.

And so he’s slowly filled in.

“The red head- Oh, max! Yeah. She’s Billy’s sister”

“Who the fuck is Billy?” Steve asks, even more lost. They don’t work with a ‘Billy’.

Robins eyes look uneasy, before they come back.

“Okay, so max is el- you know Joyce’s girl- els best friend. Her older brother is a guy named Billy”

Steve’s even more confused. Joyce’s younger kids- the twins- don’t spend much time in the shop. So why does Els friend hang out here? Well-

“Well, billy works a lot. He’s in college-the one a few blocks away- and he has a full time job and he has a part time job on the weekends and sometiems he even helps out here if joyce needs it, so he’s really busy and not home alot. And because Billy’s a broke college kid with a kid to raise he’s pretty broke so they don’t live in like, the best part of town. So Billy worry’s about her being home alone all afternoon. Sooo she comes here after school. Usually billy picks her up, sometimes Joyce takes her home, but she’s a really good kid. She stays here just so joyce can keep an eye on her and give Billy some peace of mind.”

Steve’s still confused. “Okay… but like where’s their parents? Weird situation don’t you think?”

That uneasy look is back.

“So um. Billy’s actually her step brother, ex step brother? I don’t know. But he’s got full legal guardianship and custody of her at this point and that’s the big thing that matters. Maxs mom kinda fucked off and started drinking herself to death, and Billy’s dad-“.

Robin took a deep breath. “He’s serving a few decades for domestic violence, domestic abuse, child abuse, battery and attempted homicide charges. Most of that shit on billy.”.

Him and max don’t really talk to much. It’s not that he has beef with a 12 year old he just doesn’t know her. And it would be kinda weird to go around making friends with little girls.

But one day he’s making a grilled cheese in the back, and he turns around to green eyes boring into his soul.

“Hey max. You okay?”

“Yeah. Whatcha making? It smells good?”

Steve chuckled.

“Mozzarella, Swiss, bacon and cheddar on sourdough. Fancy grilled cheese. Do you want half?”

And her eyes light up.

“Really?”

“Yeah, of corse”.

And just like that Steve is her best friend. And he makes her a sandwich every day. He understands joyce and Jonathan now. It’s very easy to just adore this sweet kid.

And when els around?

They’re the cutest thing. Young, 12 year old puppy love. It’s the cutest thing on earth. Just all giggles and smiles.

But it takes months for Steve to meet Billy. Usually he either clocks out before Billy arrives (and he now says goodbye to max by name) or when he closes it happens to be Joyce’s nights bringing her home.

So when he first meets Billy, he simply doesn’t know he’s meeting Billy.

A gorgeous, but exhausted looking fella comes in one evening, Steve’s breath is taken away.

“Hey”

“Hey”

“Can I get an americano with a pump of caramel and an extra shot”.

Steve nods. “Any dairy?” “Still have oat milk or out for the day?”

Steve looks in the fridge. “You’re in luck, handsome”

The man looks up with surprised blush.

“Anything else?”

“That’s it. What I owe ya?”

“Don’t worry about it” Steve winks.

“I told Joyce to stop doing this; she does too much for us” the pretty man chuckles and sighs and a moment of confusion hangs before Steve’s eyes light up.

Joyce? He knows- us? Too much for- oh-

“Oh my god! You’re Billy-“

And Billy looks confused. “Maxs brother, yeah? “

“Yeah yeah that’s me. Um-“

“Sorry- sorry had no idea. Sorry wasn’t a joyce coffee on the house thing that was me trying to flirt with you. I’m sorry-“

“Don’t be sorry- you were hitting on me?”

They’re both taken away from the conversation by maxs voice as the girl walks out of the bathroom.

“Billy?” “Hey shortstack” he greets, welcoming her hug. Or her flinging herself onto his back. Oh. Aww.

“What are you doing here?”

“Night class got canceled, figured I’d come getcha as a little surprise and we’d have a girls night, some scary movies anddddd some Mac and cheese?”.

And it’s kinda sweet, you know. Billy’s canceled class was clearly a surprise. To max and Joyce too. He coulda taken the night for himself. Go to a bar, a club.

But he’d rather have quality family time with his kiddo.

Steve’s a goner. He knew from those big blonde curls the second they walked in the door but now he really knows.

[saetoru]

#𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ no matter how wrong it is, you still can't seem to stay away from your best friend's ex ; part two of girl, you're such a backstabber — but can be read alone

— pairing ⋮ gojo satoru x reader

— length ⋮ 2.2k words

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, mentions of betrayal (gojo is your best friend’s ex and you fuck him), mutual pining, lovesick! gojo, college parties, fingering, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (sweetheart, princess, baby)

— notes ⋮ this was based on this ask and i decided to make a mini part 2 bc i actually rly liked this lil au so yeah

as much as he tells himself that this is just for show, gojo can’t lie—sometimes the mean, angry attitude you offer him when people are around makes his stomach churn just a little. he knows it’s just to keep your best friend off your tails, to make sure she doesn’t know you’re fucking her ex-boyfriend, to make sure people don’t hear the gossip and spread the rumors you’re so painfully trying to avoid.

but still. gojo wishes he could have his hands planted on your hips like half the other men in this room with their girlfriends, he wishes he could lean down and whisper something in your ear and make you giggle, he wishes he could have you on his arms like he’s always wanted—and not have to answer to anyone about it.

but he scoffs, rolls his eyes and plays his part in perfectly chuckling like he’s amused, grinning at you like you’re simply entertaining as you glare at him.

“still mad, sweetheart?” he bats his lashes at you, watching your lips curl deeper into a scowl. he hates it. wants to kiss the scowl off your lips and show the room that they’re the same lips that press firmly against his, the same lips that wrap around his dick in the backseat of his car, the same lips that cry his names like prayers off your tongue.

“do you ever shut up?” you hiss, your best friend right beside you as she glares at him with a scowl of her own.

it’s not fair. she’s over him—he’s pretty sure she has someone new too if what he’s heard has any truth to it. she doesn’t love him anymore, and he’s starting to question if she ever really did in the first place.

so why can’t he just have you?

“don’t get your panties in a twist,” he chuckles, “plenty of room for all of us to be here without catfights,” he grins at you like you’re nothing but a nuisance.

but you’re more than that.

you’re soft and sweet and kind, you kiss his lips and drink him in like water from a well on scorching summers, you wrap your arms around him like the weight of him blankets you whole, and you sink your fingertips into his hair like the strands are your lifeline grasped into your touch. and when you whisper his name, in that way that sounds so right only when you say it, he’s sure he’ll never feel this way ever again.

it’s simply not fair.

why can’t he love you in peace? he swears he’ll do it right this time—promises, bargains even, to the world that he’ll make up for the times he wasn’t always the best man who did the best things. he’ll treat you like you deserve, kiss you closer every chance he gets, hold you tighter if that’s what you ask, give you his heart as it beats right in his hand, bleeding and raw if that’s what it takes. 

so why can’t he just have you—the one and only thing he asks for?

he’s quick to press you against the wall in the bathroom when you meet him there. his hands cupping your cheeks and bringing you closer like this is the last he’ll ever get of you, hungrily sucking on your lips as your eyes flutter shut and your hands fist his shirt. gojo is intoxicating—you can’t blame your best friend for sticking with him for as long as she has, for staying right by his side even as it tears her apart from the seams.

but he’s nothing like the asshole you knew when he was hers, nothing like the man you hated so deeply. he’s gentle with you, he holds you like you’re glass and cradles you to his chest. he’s not distant, he lets you see the softer and rounder sides of him, the ones that are less rigid and cold, the ones that are silly and less tapered and make your heart melt. he’s not selfish, he doesn’t ever ask for anything in return when he gives, pouring his soul out for you like it’s his privilege to give in the first place.

so you kiss him back—because you can’t help yourself. this gojo isn’t the same gojo you’ve seen and heard. this gojo is yours—and your gojo is meant to be loved, so why shouldn’t you? even if in secret, you can’t help but love him. 

“love being so mean to me,” he mumbles against your mouth, “‘m startin’ to think you want to break my heart.” 

you peck his jaw, making his eyes close and his breath exhale shakily. “well, someone has to keep you in line,” you hum.

“we could tell her,” he says quietly. you don’t say anything, and he has his answer—but it doesn’t make his heart drop any slower, or any less painfully, and he wonders when he’ll get to stop loving you from behind the scene, without shadows curtaining you like you don’t deserve the light. 

“satoru,” you sigh softly, “you know we can’t—”

“right,” he nods quickly, “forget i said it.”

it’s desperate, the way you kiss him again. deep and hard, but still gentle enough not to hurt the already tender wounds. he grips your hips, fingers digging into them as he pulls you closer, grinding his hips against yours as you groan into each other’s mouths. 

“toru, what if—”

“just be quiet,” he cuts you off, “you can do that, can’t you baby?” he plays dirty—lets his hand wander to your chest from under your shirt, squeezing around your breast and making you melt against him as you nod. “good,” he hums, satisfied with your response. 

he’s quick to rid you both of your pants, slipping them down your legs and spreading your thighs to slip fingers to your folds. he smiles at the way you’re dripping when he gathers your slick on his fingers, sliding along your entrance teasingly before slowly sinking into you. you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck and clinging to him as he’s knuckles deep into your pussy. 

“gotta be quiet, kay sweetheart? don’t want your little friend of yours to get suspicious now, do you?” you quickly shake your head, biting your lip and trying to fight back the whines that beg to slip from your mouth as he curls his fingers into you, angling into your sweet spot effortlessly—like it’s muscle memory. 

“t-toru,” you gasp quietly, “fuck—feels good,” you moan softly, grinding your hips down onto his digits, meeting him halfway as he bullies into your cunt and stretches you open as he drags along your tight walls. 

“yeah?” he chuckles, “anyone else make you feel this good? hmm? you let anyone else feel this pussy?” he growls against your neck before nipping at the skin, scattering kisses until he meets your jaw. 

“no,” you gasp, “n-never—jus’ you, toru. only you—oh.” he fucks you with his fingers like it’s a skill only he’s perfected—like only he knows what pace to set and what spot to hit and what words to say to make you break. 

so he does. he quickens the thrust of his fingers, lets his palm glide over your clit as his fingertips hit the sensitive spot against your walls, and kisses your forehead as he murmurs, “c’mon, sweetheart. be good and cum for me, yeah? cum all pretty for me, princess.” 

your legs shake and your head is leaned back against the wall, hands fisting his hair as you cum on his fingers, walls spasming around him before you let out a mewl of his name—one he quickly cuts off with a press of his lips. 

“shh,” he chuckles, “can’t keep this a secret if you can’t even keep quiet, baby,” he grins smugly, “do i make it that hard? no one else makes you feel this good, is that it?”

you would roll your eyes as you ride out your peak—if they weren’t rolled to the back of your head, that is. but really, you can hear the uncertainty behind his words—like he’s scared maybe there is someone better, someone who you can kiss at a party and dance along with without worrying about anyone else. someone who you can take pictures with and post. someone whose hand you can hold as you walk around. someone who you can tell your friends about—without worrying about losing them. 

“i don’t think anyone makes you feel as good either,” you shoot back through quiet pants as you catch your breath, “you can’t keep away from me.”

“no one makes me feel what you do,” he says instantly, unashamed. and then he twists you to stand in front of the sink, hands flat on the counter to hold you upright as you stare at your reflection through the mirror. gojo grins at you from behind, lazily stroking his exposed cock and sighing softly at the friction. 

you watch as his fist drags along his length, squeezing around the head before stroking down again, smearing the dribbling pre cum from the tip until he’s glistening and the squelching sound of his fist fucking his cock fills the room. he looks pretty, like a picture painted before you with slow strokes and vivid colors, like an exhibit that draws the breath from your lungs as you stare at his lips part and his eyes flutter closed. he clenches his jaw when he pulls away, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back before rubbing his fat tip along your entrance. 

you both shudder before you whine over your shoulder, “please toru. need you—oh,” you gasp, cutting yourself off when he slides into you with one quick thrust of his hips, burying himself to the hilt as he groans muffled against your shoulder. he’s big—stretches you out with a slight burn, but it quickly dissipates into pleasure he as slowly rocks his hips into you. 

“see that? see how good i fit into you?” he grunts into your ear, meeting your eyes through your reflection before darting down to your wet cunt, watching you sucking him in as he ruts into you. “gotta make sure this pussy’s molded to my cock,” he grins, “can’t let anyone else fit, can i? gotta have you all to myself.”

“toru,” you whine pathetically, trying your best to keep your voice a quiet whisper as the music and the laughter from the party pounds on behind the door that separates you from everyone else. “toru, please—”

“still can’t keep quiet, sweetheart?” he mocks, rolling his hips into a particularly harsh thrust, making your hand fly to your mouth as you can’t help but mewl when the head of his cock kisses your spot perfectly. he grunts into your shoulder, biting it gently as you flutter around him, hugging around his length tighter. 

he slips in and out of you, thick veins dragging along your sensitive walls, skin slapping as the wet sound of his length pounding into your cunt drowns out any of the sounds from the party outside. 

“‘m close,” you whimper, biting your bottom teeth between your teeth, “fuck—’m so close, toru. please,” you sob quietly. 

“me too, baby,” he rasps, “cum with me, yeah? sh-shit, wanna feel you so bad.”

it’s instant, the effect of his words—they make you shatter, falling apart against him as you squeal when your second orgasm rips through you. gojo doesn’t take long to follow, groaning quietly against your shoulder as he feels you suck him in while your walls spasm around him. he falls apart with thick, hot ropes of cum painting your walls, cock twitching inside of you with each ribbon he fucks into you. 

it makes his hands grip your tighter, chest heaving with labored pants as he sloppily rolls his hips and desperately rides out both of your highs—right until you both whine slightly from the pleasure becoming too much. 

“jus’ can’t get enough of you, sweetheart,” he mumbles, “‘s never enough.” 

you’re quiet, letting him grab your hips and spin you around, letting his head fall back to the crook of your neck as he cradles your body against his chest. you can’t fight the urge to bury your hand into his hair and stroke at the locks, sighing when he wraps you in his arms tighter when he feels your nails drag soothingly against his scalp.

“this is getting out of hand, toru,” you mumble. he tenses, breath hitching, “we should—”

“hello?” you hear a knock on the door, and then you both freeze, bodies going rigid with shock, “is someone in here? can you please hurry up?”

the voice is familiar—one you both know all too well. the same voice gojo has heard scream back at him over and over. the same voice you’ve heard cry to you through the phone. the same voice that haunts you both every time you meet like this. the same voice you’re both trying to escape in the first place. 

“this door’s been locked forever,” you hear your best friend huffs, “hurry up, you’re holding up a line.”

you’re not sure how you’re supposed to get out of this one—but maybe, you think, it’s about time for you to get what you deserve.

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lights will guide you home (bakugou katsuki x reader)

Soul-lights aren’t as common in this day and age as they were in the past, before quirks, but they’re common enough that people do still find their soulmates.

At thirteen, you meet Bakugou Katsuki, and he lights up for you in orange and gold. You tell him he's your soulmate. He sneers and tells you that you aren't his. He makes your adolescence miserable until you part ways.

You meet again as adults, late at night, in a grocery store, over a pile of bok choy. He apologizes for how he treated you when you were children.

(In which you have a choice—to reject Bakugou's apology, reject him, or to let him show you the man he's become, to learn with him what it means to love and forgive.)

Series Masterlist 1/27/2024 Update: Chapter Ten

do you still think about me? (bakugou katsuki x reader)

Okay, so you had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Bakugou when you were both in high school. He was kind of your first love, if you believe in those kinds of things. But you got over it. It's fine.

You see Bakugou sometimes at hangouts, at get-togethers. He's in your orbit, or you're in his, because of your mutual friends. You're all adults now, so it's fine. It's a little weird, but fine.

You're supposed to be on vacation, at a place that's hours away from Musutafu. You're not sure what you've done to deserve it, but Bakugou's here too. And instead of both of you pretending the other doesn't exist, as usual, he's talking to you. He's everywhere. It's fine.

(It's not fine.)

Series Masterlist 5/26/2024 Update (Completed): Chapter Three

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unfiltered (bakugou katsuki x reader)

in one kiss, you'll know all i haven't said (kirishima eijirou x reader)

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bakugou works out listening to your voice (bakugou katsuki x reader)

bakugou's grumpy and possessive at the beach (bakugou katsuki x reader)

izuku's your soulmate, and it hurts (midoriya izuku x reader)

bakugou sleeps shirtless at night (bakugou katsuki x reader)

you're a big fan of pro hero dynamight (bakugou katsuki x reader)

roommate bakugou is an absolute menace once he catches you checking him out (bakugou katsuki x reader)

cupping his face in your hand (bakugou/kirishima/midoriya x reader)

katsuki's so into you (bakugou katsuki x reader)

a dragon's treasure (bakugou katsuki x reader)

kiri doesn't get jealous (kirishima eijirou x reader)

kiri always thinks you're beautiful (kirishima eijirou x reader)

kiri untitled wip 1 2 (kirishima eijirou x reader)

fanfic trope mashup game

[fling-graysons]

Birsflash angst could be so much better if it was treated as exes.

Imagine Dick cuddled up by himself after a mission where he wasn’t allowed to thrive, an arguement with Bruce and missing the flashing lights and cheers of the audience. He’d be lonely. No one to share the loneliness till Wally comes knocking on his door and he lets him kiss him. Not even to feel loved but to feel wanted and acknowledged to then have this go on continuously and without definition so when Wally just stops then it’s extra confusing because what were they? They weren’t dating but they were everything to each other so how do you move on when you don’t know what you’re moving away from?

Now it’s just awkward because they will do anything but talk about it. Feelings are hard and they’re great as friends, better even but sometimes in Dick’s hardest moments or Wally’s they can feel themselves slipping back into it. They can feel that same love bleed back out only to make them remember what used to be then pull away from each other even harder because they know better than to allow themselves to do that. They are adults now that have to make adult decisions.

These ideas are much more chewy.

I've been here for a long time but this is the first time I found myself answering an ask so I feel like this

Anyway

HECK YEAH I LOVE THE FLAVOUR UGHHH

I too see their sexual tension and can't help but ship them.

I fucking love their kinda awkward dynamic where they don't see each other for a lot ton of time. Sometimes they don't even acknowledge the things they've been through when they didn't see each other but they don't esitate to defend the other and keep calling the other their best friend.

I always think about how Dick and Kori stayed at Wally's house after that wedding fiasco, how Dick got offended when Wally first came to Hal to ask for help and not Dick. They have this kind of pettiness and possessiveness when it comes to the other that it's SO funny actually if you think about it (also very cute).

I imagine them having feelings for each other but the timing was always wrong, maybe because at first Dick was the only one in love, and then maybe Wally realises Dick's feeling and finds that he may also feel something but he already has a girlfriend, and the the Teen Titans split up, and then they form again but Dick meets Kori and then Wally meets Linda and then it's the thing:

Something pushed you both in different directions. Us? I got married. He didn't.

THE REASON I LOVE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS AAAAAHHHH

It's the fact that you keep holding onto something that isn't there anymore because you aren't the same people with the same lives as before, but despite it all you still know and understand the other better than most people and keep coming back to that comfort that you'll always find with THAT person who somehow always knows what to do to make you feel seen and understood and just by hearing them you feel better.

Thanks for giving me an excuse to yap about them✨🤸

Some more moments to get my point across:

Ok that's it or I'll stay here for days.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Saw that post you made a little bit ago and was hit with an idea (ow)

A yandere that tries so damn hard to hold themselves back from crossing boundaries because while their love is, in fact, incredibly twisted and probably unhinged, they do love their darling. Hearing that Darling never had anyone respect them the way they deserved really grinded their gears. So the Yandere asks for permission before giving hugs, kisses, ect.

Is it out of genuine respect? Is a ploy/plot to gain Darling's affection a bit faster? Up to you, I'm very tired. I'll also let you decide how successful the Yandere is at Not Crossing Boundaries

My yans in general are yans because they have no sense of boundaries, do not care about these boundaries, or expect you to have no boundaries because they have none themselves.

I think the only yans in my roster that will definitely respect that in a direct sort of manner are the Midnight Darling (Yan! College) ones. Purely because the reader there is at the top of the foodchain and they have a system for organization’s sake. Most of them would still stalk you, or ‘feel’ you indirectly by taking your stuff. But if you ever voiced it out, they’ll make sure that no one messes with the lines you’ve set.

That being said, they do expect a reward and will very much coax it out of you if not outright force it if enough time has passed by that they get impatient.

Try not to implicate who didn’t respect your boundaries, unless you want them dead or humiliated to death. Though I do see them hunting your family members down since that’s where stuff like that usually happens eitherway (totally not speaking from personal experience h a h a)

Particularly speaking, Justin (Yan! Jock) is actually the best at keeping his hands to himself. He’s great at adjusting. You just have to not tick him off or intentionally provoke him and he’d basically do whatever you wish. He cares more for how he can serve you rather than how you can reciprocate his feelings.

Amir is also very good at respecting your boundaries. Physically speaking at the very least. He is incredibly bad at verbal boundaries and can easily say something real bad at the worst times, but he does apologize and feels awful afterwards. He does awkwardly hover over you sometimes and is too shy to ask for permission, so you have to read him yourself to know when to ply him with kisses.

The worst for respecting your boundaries would be Yichen (Yan! Himbo)

What are boundaries? You’ve been bros for forever! Friends don’t have boundaries! You guys should always be open to each other! And y’know what he’s been feeling rather pent up lately. Won’t you be a dear and jerk him off as you sit prettily on his lap?

God while his is more innocent in nature, there’s also someone I haven’t written specifically here yet but have been brainrotting in dms w/ @not-a-bot-just-shy . Caterpillar (Yan! Ex Goon/Now-A-Villain) who just doesn’t care entirely. You’re hers whether you like it or not. Who are you to set boundaries when she owns you? Possessions don’t have rights much less should have the ability to say no.

She’s very similar to The Scientist (it’s in the name) who doesn’t even see you as human. Reader in that story is a monster so it makes sense but 🤷‍♂️ i dunno sounds kinda fucked up-

but yeah, a lot of my ocs are crap at it ngl. They’re needy sluts.

[fairybinie]

COPYCCINO — 47: jun for june

synopsis: soobin has been talking to who he thought was his unrequited crush on messages, only to find out through a visit to their coffee shop that it was in fact not them. not only does he meet the real y/n, he runs into their friend yeonjun, an ex friend of his who he has some unresolved issues with. as soobin and the real y/n are getting to know each other, yeonjun and soobin are working through their misunderstandings, as well as trying to figure out who the catfish was.

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a/n: written (5.8k). profanity, bullying, angst. sorry for the wait y’all i hope this is worth it 😿 this is a chapter dedicated to background! i hope the years don’t make it confusing 😭😭

... 

six years ago. 

“i don’t know what i did wrong yeonjun,” soobin cries out in the empty stall, his best friend accompanying him on the other side. yeonjun’s head rests on the stall door, sympathizing with every word soobin says. 

“you didn’t do anything wrong bud,” yeonjun can only respond with some heartache in his voice. “they’re just jerks,” he mumbles with a soft kick. 

lunch had been a nightmare. soobin was sitting alone in the cafeteria, waiting for his best friend to leave his 5th period. he always had some time to himself since their lunch periods didn’t exactly line up with each other’s, but they still managed to beat the time each time. soobin always dreaded being alone, especially since he’s friends with no one else besides yeonjun. the one he’s known since they were in diapers. 

frankly, he couldn't ask for anyone else. yeonjun was always cooler than him, sometimes he even questioned why they were still friends, aside from their mothers. soobin wasn’t popular. he was always considered to be ‘the loner kid’, or his personal favorite, ‘yeonjun’s sidekick’. he worried that yeonjun had seen him in that same light, but he never did. yeonjun never cared what others thought, at the end of the day, soobin was his best friend. he knows him the best, not what others think they know. 

yeonjun rushed to grab his favorite food, only to come back to what seemed to be an entourage around soobin. he was momentarily confused, being that nobody ever wanted to be in soobin’s space. the kid likes anime, all of a sudden nobody wants to acknowledge his existence. yeonjun gets closer around the crowd, finally seeing what all the fuss was about. another kid in their grade, with his fists wrapped around soobin’s collar, soobin being pushed up against the wall. 

“i know you kissed her, you freak!” the boy yells out each word into soobin’s face. every time soobin attempted to speak, it only came out as a whisper, which angered the boy and drove him to push him further into the wall. 

“i don’t know what she sees in you,” he sneers, looking soobin up and down. it’s funny, if he hadn’t had his fists in soobin’s business, soobin was actually taller than the kid. he was taller than everyone in their grade. 

yeonjun has had enough, bringing the two apart while attempting to brush soobin’s shoulder to ask if he’s alright. he faces the bully, who only appears to be amused, as if he’s done nothing wrong. yeonjun knows he’s not innocent.

“what’s your problem?” yeonjun’s tired. this isn’t the first time soobin’s been picked on, but he still has some force in his voice.  

the boy raises his hands in surrender and backs away with a groove. “oh i have no problem! tell your pussy of a friend here to stay away from my girl and then we’re good.” 

there are snickers heard between the crowd, some whispering to each other in gossip. yeonjun looks back at his friend, who only wants to be anywhere but here. soobin becomes small in his position, not wanting to be seen by anyone. 

“dude can’t even defend himself jun,” the boy scoffs, the crowd reacting with an ‘ooo.’ 

“don’t call me that,” it’s at this moment yeonjun considers beating this guy to death, but he’s already served detention for doing that before. his mother told him to be the bigger person, and maybe he should. 

“c’mon soobin,” he lowers his voice so only he could hear, gesturing with his head in another direction. “let’s get outta here.” 

“hey soobin!” 

soobin follows yeonjun and hears his name being called right behind him, to which he turns around. big mistake. 

right as he turns around his face is met with a splash of chocolate milk being thrown his way, each drop landing inside his eyes, down to his clothes. the crowd bursts into a collective laugh, some people even taking out their phones to take pictures. yeonjun turns around to see what all the fuss is about, eyes widening at the scene. he brings soobin to his side, rushing him out of there, after raising a middle finger up at the kid. it’s right after they left that staff arrived at the scene. 

now, here they were, in an empty bathroom with soobin locking him inside a hall. apparently, that kid thought soobin was trying to steal his girlfriend, after she received a love note during class. a note that wasn’t even meant for her, it was meant for the girl in front of her. of course, being that this is soobin, the classmates thought it’d be funny to give it to the most popular girl in school instead, which has led to this. 

“come out soobin,” yeonjun asks with care. “let’s get you cleaned up.” 

he hears a sniffle before he hears footsteps reach for the handle, so he backs away to be faced with red stained eyes and drenched clothes. soobin heads towards the sink, his arms spread out in a firm stance. yeonjun grabs some paper towels and begins to add some warm water to clean soobin’s face.

“your clothes might take a while to dry, but i think i have some extra clothes in my locker.”  

soobin disregards what yeonjun has said and only speaks what he’s thinking. 

“i don’t think you should be friends with me anymore yeonjun.” 

yeonjun stops what he’s doing and a frown appears on his face. “why?” 

soobin rolls his eyes to the back of his head to refrain any tears that may fall out and speaks in a low manner. “i’m a loser! everyone associates me with you and it’s only ruining your reputation.” 

“…you’ve defended me our whole lives, all because i’m a wimp who can’t do it myself.” 

“…our first year of high school is not too long away,” soobin sighs, not wanting to say his next sentence. “you still have time. let go of me now, and you’ll be fine.” 

yeonjun doesn’t know where this is coming from, but he can only assume. soobin’s been picked on his whole life, he’s probably had enough too. yeonjun feels bad, wishing none of this would happen. soobin is a good person. he’s sweet, genuine, and the most selfless person he’s ever met. he doesn’t deserve this. 

what he does deserve, is a good friend. 

“i’m not gonna stop being friends with you,” he persists, only to a bewildered soobin, who has had a long day. 

“you’re not a loser, and i’m not gonna cut you from my life just because other people think that’s what you are.” 

“it’s you and me against the world soobin,” yeonjun lays a hand on soobin’s shoulder, looking him straight into his eyes. “nothing’s going to get in the way of that. not those jerks, or anyone else.” 

soobin shifts his gaze down at the sink, embarrassed of his next question. “what if you think i took your girl too?” 

yeonjun can’t help but spit out a laugh, which brings soobin to smile slightly. 

“i doubt i would ever think that bud,” yeonjun promises with a click of his tongue. “even if we do have girl troubles, we’ll listen to each other, okay?” 

yeonjun brings his pinky in the air as soobin makes eye contact, gushingly bringing his out too. the two lock their pinkies together, their thumbs closing the promise as well. soobin feels better, the dimples reappearing on his face which brings yeonjun to a smile. 

“stay here, i’ll go get my clothes.” 

...

five years ago. 

things were certainly not the same anymore. 

freshmen year in high school, and all of a sudden, everyone had different viewpoints. soobin was no longer seen as some freak who liked school, he was seen as a hardworking student who was nice to everyone. he managed to make his own friends, some who really cared about him. all the bullying was put to a holt, and he couldn’t be happier. 

yeonjun was still popular. a bright personality that grew on everyone rather quickly, not to mention he’s grown to be more attractive. he had no problem making friends, however, he soon knew what it was like to live in someone else’s shadow. because everyone had a liking to soobin, he was mostly seen as just soobin’s friend. even back at home, his parents compared his skills to soobin’s and wished yeonjun could do certain things the way soobin did. yeonjun was indeed proud of soobin to be where he was at now, after years of torture, but he wished that could apply to him too. 

“oh my gosh i’m so sorry!” yeonjun feels someone bump into him, knocking down the flyer papers he had received for soobin’s upcoming play. 

yeonjun makes eye contact with the girl right in front of him, and it’s like it was love at first sight. she seemed to be new, never have seen her face at school before. he smiles softly to himself before stuttering out a few apologies, despite not doing anything. 

the girl brushes some hair out of her face and grabs for the papers on the floor, giving them back to yeonjun. “sorry, i’m new here. still making my way around the school.” 

yeonjun feels himself go still in his place, just nodding and smiling at her words. 

“i’m min,” she reaches out her hand with a friendly grin on her face, yeonjun bringing his free hand to greet with hers. 

“yeonjun,” he introduces simply. the girl agapes her mouth open slightly, swearing that she’s heard that name before. she looks over at the papers in yeonjun’s hands, seeing if that could be a potential clue. 

“yeonjun, as in,” she stretches her words out, leaving yeonjun to grow worried. usually when people say this they end their sentences with ‘soobin’s friend’ or ‘the one who’s next to the tall guy’ or anything involving his friend. she’s new here, he hopes that isn’t her first impression. he wants to be his own person. 

“the one who brought back meat lovers monday?” she questions out loud, bringing a surprise to yeonjun’s face. an accomplishment yeonjun was able to do last week, protesting that the cafeteria should bring it back. he’s caught off guard, but is nonetheless appreciative. 

“yeah,” he chuckles while rubbing the back of his head. “that’s me.” 

“i heard about it earlier today,” min adds with a bob of her head. yeonjun feels warm that people can refer to him without mentioning soobin. 

“you should show me around sometime,” the girl offers with a wink, before she smiles as she walks away to her next class. yeonjun is left alone, with an absolute ridiculous grin on his face. 

“i will,” he says to no one, with a wave in the air. 

...

a week later. 

“where’d that boy go,” min mutters to herself as she makes her way around the house that she’s never seen, bumping into bodies of people. she never liked parties, but it’s something yeonjun wanted to go to so she agreed. only now, she’s somehow lost her way and has been searching in the crowd for ten minutes. 

next thing she knew, she was crashing into a firm body near the kitchen, mentally cursing inside her head for being so clumsy. she doesn’t make eye contact with the person just yet but already begins to apologize profusely. 

“i’m sorry, i’m trying to look for someone,” she says bashfully as she gazes up. way up. this man was too tall. 

she shouldn’t have looked at this guy. a lean figure, the perfect amount of messy hair resting perfectly on his head. casually dressed but it still looks presentable. his doe eyes look back at her, worrying that he may have hurt her somehow. nicely shaped lips that purse together every second. 

she can’t be thinking this. she has a boyfriend. 

“no worries, i’m looking for someone too,” he replies with a slight chuckle as he leans against the kitchen counter. min can’t help but follow his lead, almost entranced by his every move. 

“i was kinda forced to be here,” he confides with a smile. “otherwise, i don’t really enjoy parties.” 

min already feels relaxed with his presence, unlike how she was feeling earlier. “me too actually. i was supposed to meet my boyfriend but i have no idea where he is.” 

soobin nods understandingly as he looks around the crowd of people. he doesn’t normally talk to girls, so he’s unsure of what to say. he should be nice, right? 

“a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be alone,” soobin feels shocked with himself, wondering where he got all the courage from all of a sudden. min widens her eyes at the compliment, feeling herself grow flustered in every part of her body. she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and shyly thanks him. 

soobin doesn’t like this girl. frankly, he’s not interested in dating right now. he doesn’t want to give any false hope, so he attempts to save his previous statement by adding something else. 

“i hope your boyfriend finds you,” he wishes quickly. “i’m sure he’s looking for you.” 

before min could say anything else, a voice interrupts this moment which brings the two of them to refocus their attention. yeonjun, seemingly to have appeared out of nowhere. min feels like a deer caught in headlights, even though the pair weren’t technically doing anything wrong. soobin is relieved to see yeonjun’s presence again, inaudibly sighing a breath of fresh air. 

yeonjun looks at the two and shows a wide grin, clapping his two hands together at once before gesturing to each of them. 

“ah! i see you two have already met,” yeonjun smiles from ear to ear. 

“soobin, this is my girlfriend min, and min this is my best friend soobin.” 

soobin can’t help but to laugh out loud, shying his face away with his sleeve. yeonjun is curious, but he knows his friend can be awkward with these things. soobin’s a bit embarrassed, considering he accidentally flirted with her and probably looks like a huge idiot. he’ll get over it though. 

“yeah, nice to meet you,” soobin says a little flushed, collecting himself from the laughter as he does a little bow, raising his hand in the air as a greeting. 

min looks at yeonjun, who whose smile hasn’t left his face. he looks expectant, glad that his two favorite people have met each other. she looks over at soobin, whose legs are shaking up and down exasperatedly, a habit of his. he looks around the crowd in front of him, his mouth resting in the corner as his dimple appears like a home on his face. it’s like she’s trying to figure him out. she likes what she sees, and smiles. 

“nice to meet you too.” 

...

a year later. 

“you’re what?”

“i’m breaking up with you yeonjun.”

yeonjun looks desperately at his girlfriend, trying to figure out where it went wrong. it’s been a year, he thought things were going great. now here they were, after school, where things seem to not have been like he thought. 

“did i do something wrong?” is all the boy can ask, like he wants to fix this. 

min sighs, feeling bad for him, but there’s nothing she can do. her heart belongs to someone else now. “no, it’s just- it’s been a year and i don’t want to lead you on when i know i don’t feel the same for you anymore.” that doesn’t help whatsoever, if anything, yeonjun appears to be even more confused. she adds one thing under her breath. 

“and i like someone else now.” 

yeonjun raises his head at this, furrowing his eyebrows together as he’s slightly enraged. “who?” 

min considers telling yeonjun, her breath hitches behind her throat as she contemplates. she wanted to make this painless, there’s no need for details. 

“doesn’t matter,” she shrugs off in a rushed voice. “but i’m sure he likes me too.” 

yeonjun shakes his head in disbelief as he takes all of this in. lately he’s felt like he’s had nothing for himself, isn’t seen as his own person. he just wanted someone to view him the way he wished and that’s come to an end. 

the boy remains speechless, not knowing how to act. he’s never been through a breakup before, what should he say? surely he should fight for it, but where does he even start? 

or maybe he just lets it go. 

“i’m sorry jun,” min can only say, barely sounding genuine. 

something shifts inside yeonjun, almost like a loose screw. come to think of it, min has barely given their relationship any effort lately. he knows his worth, he shouldn’t dwell on this too much. 

but this was his first love. 

“don’t call me that,” he mutters under his voice, not making any eye contact with the girl in front of him. min scoffs to herself, nearly offended that this is how he’s choosing to say goodbye. she gives the boy one last longing look, pitying him to see where he’ll go now. she was the only good thing in his life. she shrugs her shoulders, beginning to walk away in another direction, leaving yeonjun to be by himself. he stares at the ground in thought. 

she’s wrong. she wasn’t the only good thing in his life. soobin was too, he took first place. he wanted to talk to one person about this, and that’s him.

his best friend. 

...

later that day. 

soobin says waves his friends goodbye as he exists the theatre building after finishing rehearsals for the day. he was playing a psychologist role, finding it to be the most interesting part he’s had to play. he's always been interested in those things and hopes to find a career in that field in the future. 

“soobin.” 

the boy looks up and sees min is right in front of him, temporarily caught off guard. he doesn’t see min too much, yeonjun usually has only hung out with min and soobin separately. they’ve only seen each other if it’s some special event, or if the circumstances lined up. still, he’s friendly. 

“oh, hey min!” soobin looks over behind min, expecting to see yeonjun as well. “is yeonjun with you?” 

min ignores soobin’s question, impatient to get to what she’s been wanting to tell him for a while now. 

“can we talk?” she gestures towards the cement seats nearby, walking to sit on one of them. soobin follows reluctantly, still confused about what the matter of this is. 

the two are now sitting face to face and soobin attempts to read min by her demeanor. she looks anxious, but also somewhat relieved. like she’s nervous to say something, but also anticipates it. her eyes shake to each side, but a slight smirk is prevalent on her lips. did something happen between her and yeonjun? did they fight and she wanted to go to him for advice? he was been taking this psychology role seriously. 

little did he know it was close enough. 

“i like you.” 

on instinct, soobin widens his eyes, not being able to hide the cough in his throat. he takes a moment to look around, now really wondering if this is some kind of joke and there was some entourage filming. 

it’s just them. 

“you what?” he squeaks out, hoping he misheard. 

“i like you soobin,” min repeats with some confidence in her voice. her face shines brightly as she looks at him with so much admiration. 

soobin shakes his head softly, eyebrows furrowing deeper by the second. “i’m confused here.” 

“i’ve liked you for a while now,” min continues, scooting closer to soobin as he watches her every move, unsure of what to do. “ever since i met you that night you’ve been on my mind, and it’s now that i have decided that i have feelings for you.” 

she grabs soobin’s hands, the shock getting in the way of him removing them from her hold. “you’re the one i want to be with.” 

soobin shakes his head sporadically as he stutters out words that don’t go together. he finally removes min’s hands from his, earning a frown from the girl.

“does yeonjun know about this?” he questions with genuine concern.  

the frown is soon replaced with the biggest grin he’s ever seen. “that too, i broke up with him so we could be together soobin!” 

soobin’s mouth can’t help but hang wide in astonishment as he thinks of a bunch of responses in his head. min doesn’t have a care in the world, assuming that this will end with soobin asking her out the way she imagined. 

“i-i really think you should talk to yeonjun about this min,” soobin attempts to be cautious, the grin now fading into a straight face. “i don’t know if i’ve done anything to you but i’m sorry if i’ve given you the wrong impression.” 

min furrows her eyebrows in confusion, her tone is obvious. “what could’ve been the wrong impression, silly?” 

“i don’t like you min,” soobin says in a clear tone. min has trouble believing this, a dumbfounded expression on her face. 

“of course you do,” she adds more seriously. “i know you do.” 

soobin gulps at the sudden shift in environment, trying to figure out how he could put this delicately. he doesn’t want to break this girl’s heart, but she needs to know the truth. 

“but i don’t,” he repeats once more. “i’ve been nice to you, yeah. that doesn’t mean i have feelings for you.” 

it’s at this point where min’s eyes begin to trickle with water and it’s her turn to come up with a properly structured sentence. soobin feels bad, he hates seeing people cry. it tugs at his heartstrings. 

“but you called me pretty.” 

and just like that, he knew. she was insane. that was something that was said over a year ago. she’s still dwelling onto that? soobin thinks about the other occurrences where they’ve hung out together, only being with yeonjun. he’s only been nice, staying in his lane, one, because he doesn’t like her in that way, but two, because she’s dating yeonjun. or was. 

“that was only meant as a compliment,” soobin defends, some frustration being shown. “i’m sorry you took it as anything else, but again, i don’t like you. i don’t think we should talk anymore considering you broke up with yeonjun too.” 

min wipes a tear away as she processes this rejection. this did not go the way she planned. now it was her turn to question if she should fight for this, or just leave it alone. should she resent soobin too? 

this wasn’t over, but she needed to pretend that it was. 

“can we at least hug goodbye?” 

the girl stands up from her seat and opens her arms with her small figure, appearing puppy like. soobin goes through a crisis in his head, but it’s the least that he can do. he did just reject her, he does feel bad. if this is what it takes to never see her again, then so be it. 

soobin gets up as well and completes the hug in his stiff manner while min tightens her arms around his. he counts the seconds down silently, wanting this to be over with. he hears min mutter something under her breath, but can’t make out the words. not like it matters anyway. 

min lets go of the hug, facing soobin one last time. she gives him a tight smile to which he can only return, and walks away. just like that. he watches her leave into the distance and the weight on his chest feels lighter. he sighs out loud as he thinks about what just happened, occurring to him that min and yeonjun broke up. he should be comforting his friend. 

soobin reaches for his bag on the ground and stands back up, seeing yeonjun stand right in front of him. 

“yeonjun!” soobin greets with some sympathy in his voice. “i heard what happened with you and-” 

“what the hell is wrong with you?” 

yeonjun’s demeanor is completely different from soobin’s. it’s tight, he has a hard scowl on his face, the anger in his eyes not going unnoticed. soobin, of course, is confused as to why. 

“what?” the boy questions timidly. 

“so you’re the boy she likes,” yeonjun responds with some vengeance. “and you like her too.” 

soobin can only assume he’s talking about min, but still wonders where this is coming from. 

“what are you-” 

“she breaks up with me so she can date you and now you’re all over her,” yeonjun accuses with no remorse. 

it occurs to soobin that yeonjun witnessed the entire thing. he mentally curses to himself as he knows that the scene looks suspicious, but he hopes that yeonjun at least heard what happened. 

“okay that’s not what happened.” 

yeonjun scoffs, not believing what the boy in front of him says. “what, were you guys hooking up behind my back too?” 

soobin widens his eyes as he immediately begins to disregard that. “no, we never-” 

“oh shut up soobin!” yeonjun yells into the air. “tell me what happened then, huh?” 

soobin gestures his hand to no one, attempting to recall the events that just happened. the fact that the words aren’t forming on his tongue doesn’t help whatsoever. he was never good at confrontation either, this wasn’t a good mix.

“i-she-she came up to me and-” 

“told you she liked you and you told her the same thing,” yeonjun interrupts harshly. soobin feels the tears swell into his eyes, frustrated with the fact that he can’t defend himself and how yeonjun doesn’t believe him. 

“no-” 

“god, you’ve never been a good liar,” yeonjun comments with a shake of his head, his hand being placed on his hip as he clicks his tongue. soobin remains quiet, thinking of how he should put all this. doesn’t make sense, considering this is a fairly simple situation. he doesn’t understand why he’s contemplating this much. 

to yeonjun, it only fuels his suspicion. 

“you can’t let me have anything, can you?” yeonjun questions out loud, the squint in his eyes showcasing his hurt. 

“what?” soobin manages to choke out, fully aware that yeonjun is actually upset with him. 

“this whole time everyone has associated me with you,” yeonjun begins to rant, each word getting more harsh. “soobin, future actor. soobin, nice to everyone. soobin, the tall handsome guy in our grade. yeonjun, his best friend.” 

“…i don't even have my own name anymore because you’ve taken over my life and how everyone perceives me.” yeonjun says with a crack in his voice. 

“…even my parents compare me to you and want me to be just like you. i have nothing to my name except being your friend. everything i have i share with you. i just wanted something that was mine, something you couldn’t have. and then i did. i found a girl, i had a girlfriend. you didn't. she liked just me not you.” 

yeonjun adds one last thing under his breath, but still stern enough for soobin to hear. “and you had to ruin that too.” 

this is the first time soobin has been aware of yeonjun’s feelings. he can’t deny that there has been a shift in their friendship recently, with each of them being interested in different things. they still managed to remain close, he hoped that yeonjun would disclose everything to him like he once used to. he feels sorry that yeonjun feels this way, but still has to prove his point that he didn’t see what he thought he did. 

“yeonjun,” soobin says with a sigh, trying to get through to the boy. “i swear i didn't-i swear nothing happened.” 

yeonjun stares back at soobin with some glassy eyes, the emotions finally taking over him. he remains still and his voice is lower as he figures soobin out.

“that didn’t look like nothing.”  

soobin feels hopeless as a silence between them ensues. he wishes he wasn’t so reserved so that he could argue back. after all, that’s why he even chose to take a drama class. to supposedly bring him out of his shell. it’s like all of his progress has been thrown out the window. 

“maybe you and i need to take a break,” yeonjun offers tiredly, like it was the last solution he could come up with. soobin appears concerned, wondering why that’s what he was resorting to. 

“…things haven’t been the same for a while now soobin,” yeonjun replies. “maybe we need some time apart. this was kinda the last straw for me.” 

soobin begins to shake his head in denial, wanting anything else to happen except this. all they needed to do was talk. but when you put one person who can’t defend himself with someone who won’t listen, where is that gonna go? 

“or maybe we shouldn’t be friends at all,” yeonjun steps closer to soobin with the most serious face he’s ever displayed. “because this is loser behavior.” he refers to a conversation he and soobin had long ago. soobin felt it, it stung. it’s brutal. all he can do is just remain in his place in despair. yeonjun scoffs at his lack of effort, sniffing away any tears that wanted to come down. he backs away from the boy as he slowly walks backwards before leaving soobin alone again. 

“see you around, i guess.” 

they never saw each other around for the next two years of high school. 

or for the rest of their lives. 

...

last year. 

yeonjun makes his way around campus as he tries to find his group for orientation. he’s just as lost as he has been for the last three years. he managed to graduate with good grades, but with barely any life. no girlfriend, no friends. no bestfriend. he doesn’t know where soobin is now, he doesn’t really care to know. college is his chance to start over and meet new people. 

now if he could just return to the right group, he could start doing that. 

yeonjun curses under his breath as he scrolls on his phone, comparing the pictures online with the real life scenery. comparing buildings to each other to see if he's any closer to his desired location. he was supposed to meet his group near the main hall to have a tour of the school. he's got five minutes to spare, he hopes that he’s getting closer at least. 

as soon as he locks his phone and stores it in his back pocket, he bumps directly into someone. the two back away slightly, ready to apologize for the contact. 

“god, i’m sorry,” the person says as they tuck their phone away as well. “you work in a coffee shop for a week and suddenly lose all sense of direction. i’m trying to find my group and i’m kinda losing my mind.” 

the two lock eyes and some kind of nostalgia hits yeonjun, like he’s been here before. the person appears to be friendly, almost an innocence to them. though with his experiences, he’s grown to be cautious of others. he shouldn’t trust anyone too soon. 

“it’s okay,” yeonjun chuckles politely. he’s a bit reserved and awkward. “i’m looking for my group too.” 

the person’s eyes widen in excitement, a burst of energy escaping from their body as they clap their two hands together and jump in place. “we might be headed the same place then! who’s your group leader?” 

“han,” yeonjun remembers. the person’s eyes light up in realization as they begin to squeal like it was christmas day. 

“i have han too!” they exclaim and it takes yeonjun a moment to comprehend what it means. “we’re in the same group then!” 

yeonjun nods in realization as he returns their energy more timidly. the person reaches out their hand and yeonjun is temporarily caught off guard, looking at it before he looks back at them. 

“i’m y/n by the way.” 

they hold their hand out as a friendly smile stays on their face, their eyes creasing as the bigger their smile gets. yeonjun can’t help but return the gesture, a small smile on his face as he introduces himself. 

“i’m yeonjun,” he replies cooly as the two shake hands, both of them blushing slightly with the contact. they let go and y/n begins to head the opposite way, earning a confused expression from yeonjun. 

“where are you going?” he calls out as y/n heads over back to him. 

“we’re meeting with them that way aren’t we?” y/n points behind them, yeonjun shaking his head with some amusement. 

“i think it’s this way,” he gestures to his side, bringing his phone back in his hand as he shows them the pictures. “the buildings match up.” 

y/n stares at the photos as they glance over at the building around the corner, bursting into laughter. they begin to walk that direction as yeonjun catches up to them. 

“you’re right, thanks jun!” 

yeonjun continues to walk more slowly this time, the nickname snapping him back to reality. all the memories in his head begin to play out. anyone who has ever called him that, or any nickname for that matter, have always had negative influences on him. he’s never allowed anyone to call him anything except for yeonjun. 

y/n notices the shift in pace as they match theirs with his. “you alright?” 

“jun.” is all the boy can say. it came out more like a statement than a question, as if he was trying to make sense of the name he hasn’t heard in a while. y/n has no idea. 

“yeah jun,” y/n replies nonchalantly, the smile still apparent. “your name reminds me of the month june, so jun for june.” 

“june is in summer, and based on your energy right now, i can tell you’re just as bright as the season. you're reserved right now, anyone could take you to be mean on first impression. kinda how like people hate summer at first thought. but once they get to know you, once people get to experience summer, it’s the best thing ever. that could be you and i!” 

y/n returns back to their normal pace before they realize that yeonjun has stopped in his place right behind them. they turn around and remain in their position, calling out to him in a teasing manner. 

“you coming or what?” 

yeonjun looks back at them, seeing them with so much fondness. it’s like they don’t have a care in the world, like they genuinely want to have fun. they show interest in him, something that he hasn’t received in a while. he smiles softly as he sniffs out some air, biting his lip to attempt to not make his smile any bigger, it’s barely a success. he jogs to y/n and calls out to them. 

“yeah, i’m coming.”

...

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[eurydicees]

all my ghosts by lizzy mcalpine for the song recs!!! it's one of my favorite songs right now hehe. doomsday & reckless driving are also really good!!

*you give me a great rec and prompt* *i drop the fic a year and three months later*

a perfect night and a beautiful ghost

summary: oikawa goes to argentina. iwaizumi meets suga. they learn to move on. prompt: music recs, all my ghosts (lizzy mcalpine)  pairings: past + platonic hajime iwaizumi/tooru oikawa, present hajime iwaizumi/koushi sugawara words: 2527 warnings: none

Iwaizumi fell in love with Oikawa slowly, in the same way the snow falls on a winter day: gentle, wandering to the ground and melting; then fast, quick and heavy, dropping straight to the concrete and collecting there in frozen snowbanks. He fell in love with Oikawa in the same way that the winter encroaches upon the fall, until suddenly it has dropped below freezing and you barely even noticed the date on the calendar changing. 

He fell in love with Oikawa in the same way he does everything: slowly, surely, and without a trace of hesitation. There was no hesitation, really, because Oikawa was his best friend. Because Oikawa had always been everything safe in the world, had always been everything good, everything strong, everything certain. Iwaizumi had never once doubted that Oikawa cared about him. 

Even if Oikawa didn’t love him back, there was very little chance of Oikawa turning against him, hating him, or otherwise leaving him because of it. Iwaizumi could barely imagine a world in which Oikawa left him, whether because of this or because of something else. 

So he confessed. He confessed, and Oikawa cried—because of course he did—and confessed that he loved Iwaizumi just as much. They started dating, and for a while, everything was good. 

The thing about your first serious relationship is that, because it is your first one, you have a million things to work through and figure out before you can fall into a rhythm that makes sense to you and your partner. There are going to be problems that you have to deal with, you are going to have to communicate in a different way that you’re used to, and you’re going to have to try new things and deal with things that you didn’t expect. 

The other thing about your first serious relationship is that, no matter how it ends, after the breakup, it is going to haunt you. 

You could end on friendly terms, you could remain friends, you could do everything right in order to minimize the pain, but—but it will always haunt you, still. It will always be there, just a little bit. This is not necessarily a bad thing, because it can remind you to do things differently the next time than you did the first time. It doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to be hung up on it forever. 

But it’s also always going to be the lightest of ghosts in the corner of your eye, in the deepest crevice of your heart. It’s always going to sit there, just the slightest of reminders. 

So Iwaizumi isn’t hung up on Oikawa, not really. He’s moved on from what they had. Still, though, he thinks about it sometimes. He Skypes Oikawa whenever they get the chance between the Japanese and Argentinian time zones and between their two busy schedules, and he wonders just a little. 

He wonders what it would be like to have stayed together after their last argument about Oikawa moving. About the time difference. About the commitment long distance would be. He wonders what it would mean for them to still be in a relationship. He wonders about all the things that Oikawa isn’t telling about his life not just because they’re exes now instead of just friends. 

Oikawa is Iwaizumi’s every first: first friend, first kiss, first love, first time. Oikawa has a hand in every part of Iwaizumi’s history, and even while in Argentina, Oikawa keeps himself clawed into Iwaizumi’s thoughts. They’re still best friends, after all, and this makes everything both better and easier and so much harder. 

Neither of them tell each other about their romantic or sexual endeavors. Iwaizumi isn’t sure why Oikawa doesn’t say anything, and honestly, he isn’t sure why he can’t bring himself to say anything either. Maybe he’s afraid of what Oikawa would think, what he would say. Maybe he’s afraid of hurting Oikawa, though he knows that after the breakup Oikawa started, Oikawa has no right to be hurt over Iwaizumi moving on. 

Maybe he’s afraid that telling Oikawa is a betrayal of some sort, though he knows he’s not doing anything wrong. They ended things on good terms; or at least they ended things on good enough terms to talk to each other without crying. Iwaizumi isn’t sure if everything has gone back to normal, to how things had been before dating, but—they’re trying. They’re making progress. 

And telling Oikawa that Iwaizumi is seeing new people maybe would take away all of that progress. Maybe that’s why Iwaizumi doesn’t want to say anything. 

Whatever the reason, Iwaizumi feels haunted by that relationship and yet he refuses to tell Oikawa anything about his new relationships. So when he meets Suga, and when they kiss for the first time, and when they start an actual committed relationship, he doesn’t say a word of it to Oikawa. 

Even omitting news of the relationship, though, feels a little like a betrayal. Like he’s lying about something important to him. He’s holding something back, and that’s just as much a betrayal as telling Oikawa that he’s actually moved on. 

It’s only when Suga brings it up, really, that Iwaizumi realizes maybe he should change something about the way he’s acting. Until Suga pointed it out, Iwaizumi didn’t really realize it, but he’s been keeping his friends and Suga in two different worlds, worlds that he refuses to let collide. 

He’s told Suga about some of his friends before, the things they got up to in high school; and about some of his university friends, too, and he’s told his university friends all about Suga as well. He’s done a lot of talking about them—though rarely mentioning Oikawa and never by name, and never mentioning that they had dated before, as if something about that is still too private, too raw, to share with his current boyfriend—but he’s never brought Suga along to meet anyone. 

It’s strange, really, because he’s been dating Suga for a few months now. Suga has met his mom and has met his sisters. He’s met Suga’s friends—Daichi and Asahi and a few others. He knows all about them and their friendships. 

Iwaizumi really doesn’t know why he’s been keeping Oikawa’s name secret, much less his relationship with him just as secret, nor does he know why he’s refused to let Suga meet his friends. He can tell, too, that Suga has been thinking about this for a while now and that it’s been weighing on him. 

“I don’t have to meet them if you don’t want me to,” Suga clarifies, when he brings it up at a date one night, “but I’d like to, if you are okay with that. I don’t—” he stops, swallows, stares anywhere that isn’t Iwaizumi— “I don’t want you to have to be ashamed of me.” 

“I’m not,” Iwaizumi says quickly, rushing through the words. “I’m not, I swear. I’m really not.” 

Suga looks at him, then away again. “Alright, if you say so. Just…think about it, okay?” 

Iwaizumi takes a breath, reaching over the dining table in his apartment to squeeze Suga’s hand. He had made them dinner—and had been disproportionately proud of it—but it all tastes sour now. “I want you to meet them.” 

“I don’t want to pressure you—” 

“You’re not,” Iwaizumi cuts in. “I want this, too.” 

Suga nods, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. “Just let me know when and where, ‘kay?” 

Iwaizumi hesitates for a moment before squeezing Suga’s hand again. “Oikawa’s coming to visit in a few weeks. We’re all going to meet up. You can come with me, if you want?” 

Suga smiles. “That sounds really good.” 

Iwaizumi smiles at him, and—and the weeks between that smile and their meeting seem to pass in only an instant. It feels like the day is upon them before Iwaizumi even remembers that it’s happening. 

Or, that’s not really true. He’s been counting down the minutes until Oikawa lands in Japan since the moment Oikawa said he was coming to visit for the winter holidays. He’s been counting every second until he gets to sit in a bar with Oikawa and Matsukawa and Hanamaki again. 

He tells them all that Suga is joining them, getting enthusiastic responses from Matsukawa and Hanamaki and nothing from Oikawa. Iwaizumi tries to dismiss it as Oikawa being too busy to respond to that particular text, but it burns somewhere deep in his chest that he doesn’t really want to psychoanalyze. 

When he and Suga finally manage to get to Miyagi, where they’re all meeting for the weekend since Oikawa is staying in Matsukawa’s apartment, Iwaizumi is vibrating with both excitement and with nerves. It’s been almost a year since he’s seen Oikawa, and on top of that, introducing Suga feels a little like introducing two atoms that could either create a nuclear explosion or some new, beautiful element. 

But they get into the bar and—and everything is fine. It feels good. They catch up with Matsukawa and Hanamaki, and Suga gets along with them both beautifully. Oikawa is visibly caught off guard at first—or maybe it’s only visible to Iwaizumi, because no one thinks anything of his initial reaction to Suga—but it doesn’t take long before he and Suga have charmed each other into easy banter. 

Iwaizumi sighs, rolling his eyes a little when Hanamaki leans into his shoulder and whispers, much too loudly, “So you definitely have a type, huh?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Iwaizumi mutters, and Hanamaki cackles. 

Suga glances between Iwaizumi and Oikawa. “Did you two…” 

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to. Hanamaki winces a little, looking down at his drink, like he regrets saying anything. Iwaizumi’s heart is in his throat as Oikawa says lightly, “Did Iwa not tell you?” 

“No,” Suga says, eyes on Iwaizumi. He doesn’t look offended…just confused. Confused as to why Iwaizumi wouldn’t tell him. Confused as to why it’s a secret from him and no one else. “He didn’t say anything about that.” 

Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed on Iwaizumi. “We dated for, what was it? Two years, Iwa?” 

Iwaizumi shrugs. “Sounds right.” 

“The one who got away,” Oikawa sighs dramatically. He turns away from Iwaizumi to look at Suga, and having his gaze no longer hot on Iwaizumi makes him feel only marginally safer in the churning water of this conversation. “Tell me, Suga, does he still do that thing when you go to a 7/11 together?” 

Suga snorts. “Where he debates between cherry and blue raspberry drinks for at least ten minutes before going with coca-cola?” 

Oikawa laughs, light and easy and unbothered. It’s fake, it’s so fucking fake, Iwaizumi can tell so easily, but everyone else seems to be fooled by the break in tension. Hanamaki exhales, slow and steady. 

“Did he always drive like an old man, too?” Suga asks Oikawa, grinning. This one doesn’t feel fake, though, like maybe Suga is okay with all of this even if Oikawa looks like he wants to leave immediately. 

Still, Oikawa finds it in him to take a drink and then to chuckle again, ducking his head with a smile in the way he only does when he’s faking it. 

“I swear,” Oikawa laughs, “we only ever got anywhere on time if we left with ten extra minutes for him to look four ways three times at every stop sign.” 

Matsukawa snorts. “I think it took you two longer to drive places than it took us to walk anywhere.” 

That actually makes Oikawa laugh, and this time it feels real. Suga, too, laughs, and that’s real and honest and he’s happy despite the reveal of his and Oikawa’s former relationship. 

“You’re all so mean to me,” Iwaizumi mutters, rolling his eyes. 

But despite being made fun of, Iwaizumi has a drink in his hand and he’s flushed and, for the most part, he’s satisfied with the way the night is going. The conversation moves away from his and Suga’s relationship, and then he catches Oikawa’s eye as he slips away from the booth to step outside into the crisp night air. 

Iwaizumi looks between the other three, who are caught up in some debate about a TV show Iwaizumi has never even heard of, gives Suga a small smile and then walks out after Oikawa. This is a familiar routine, where Oikawa will step away from a group outing early in the night to get some air and Iwaizumi will chase after him to make sure he’s okay. 

Usually, it’s just because he’s getting overwhelmed by the noise and energy or because he’s a little more drunk than he wants to be. Sometimes it’s because something happened and now he’s spiraling. 

“Hey,” Iwaizumi calls out. 

Oikawa has found a spot on a bench outside of the bar, and he’s sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest and his eyes focused out on the distance. It’s a clear night, and you can see everything. The stars, the wind pushing a few clouds to the North, the headlights of cars coming around the bend in the road. 

Oikawa doesn’t look over at him as Iwaizumi sits down next to him, just a few inches of space between them. “Hey.” 

“You okay?” Oikawa doesn’t answer. Just lets the question settle in the air between them, hanging there with a heaviness Iwaizumi wishes it didn’t have.

Then Oikawa takes a heaving breath, not like he’s about to cry over a trivial thing but like he’s about to give up on something important. He speaks like he’s formulating the question as he says it. He speaks like he isn’t sure he wants the answer.

He asks, slowly, “Do you think we could have lasted? Been something? If I didn’t move to Argentina?” 

Iwaizumi swallows, feeling the build up of pressure in his chest spilling over into tears that sting at the corners of his eyes. He looks over at Oikawa only to find Oikawa looking at him. Oikawa is looking at him like he’s searching for something, something that he can’t find. Iwaizumi, meanwhile, is looking at Oikawa like he’s seeking something, something he doesn’t want to see. 

For the first time in their lives, they do not find what they want in each other's gaze.

“I don’t know,” he says truthfully. “I—I don’t know.” 

He stops. Leaves it there. He can’t bear the rest of the sentence. 

Oikawa nods. He takes a deep breath and turns away. He looks up at the sky, at the thousands of stars littering the world above them. At the new moon: just a ghost, invisible, breathless, in the sky. “The sky is gorgeous tonight.” 

“It is.” Iwaizumi tears his gaze away from Oikawa and pretends that every second looking both at and away from him doesn’t hurt. “A perfect night. It’s beautiful.” 

“No moon tonight,” Oikawa says, as if he hadn’t heard Iwaiuzmi speak. “All these stars, and a spot with no moon. Like a clean slate.” 

Iwaizumi nods, and he’s only able to watch as the tears spill over Oikawa’s cheeks, entirely silent in their fall. Oikawa doesn’t flinch at their movement. Just stares up at the perfect night. The kind of night meant for moving on. 

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ NAGUMO YOICHI ; — 18:04. heartbreaks are best served raw. cold. wet.

࿄ ! warnings - bruh none except juicy angst. exes to ?friends /. note i have been having nagumo brain rot and it’s taking over my life. pls help. pls enjoy. ofc there will be more. no proofreads ok byeee

“you still owe me, by the way.”

sighing, you throw your keys into the straw woven coaster on top of your shoe rack. of course he was strewn all over your couch, bare feet on your cushions, head resting on the arm rest, tv flashing in jest.

you roll your eyes. “sometimes, i have half a mind to tell my elderly neighbour that no, they’re not just seeing things when they keep telling me a big, lanky idiot keeps breaking into my home after i leave.”

nagumo gasps, hand grasping his chest through his loose shirt. “idiot? words hurt, y’know.”

you kick off your shoes, jacket and blazer - in that exact order - before wandering off into the kitchen, ignoring the dramatic cries emanating from your living room.

it’s not uncommon for nagumo to just show up in your house, uninvited, eating all your food and making a mess of all your things. you remember the first time it happened, almost a year ago. he had stumbled into your bedroom window, all bloodied and bruised and your reaction time was terrible to say the least, because while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, his figure stepped into your peripheral and you threw the phone square at his already bruised jaw.

in apology, you had tidied him up and made him dinner… though now you wish you hadn’t shown him mercy back then, because he just kept. showing. up. you suppose he’s not just to blame. you’re ignoring the fact that you both hadn’t seen each other in over 7 years (after your messy exit of the JAA and an even more messy breakup) and now that he’s back in your life (back used in negative fashion) you just can’t seem to get rid of the him.

nor do you have the heart to tell him to get lost.

nagumo ceases his whining, yelling after you. “by the way, what’s for dinner? i saw some chicken in your fridge so…”

your eye twitches. “…so what?”

“so…i was thinking you might want to use that… to make dinner.”

you make a loud noise in disbelief, practically throwing the fridge door off of its hinges, “i’m not making you dinner?! gramps next door said he saw you come in 4 hours ago! and you didn’t think to come in and make dinner?!”

it’s quiet for a moment, but you hear the rustling of clothes and the movement of feet, so you turn to lean against the kitchen counter expectantly. the dark haired man peers his head round the corner, sheepish.

“y/n? are you mad at me?”

“no. i just think you’re stupid. oh, and i pretty sure you live to bother me.”

dark puppy eyes bore into yours as he steps into the vicinity. “the first part’s not true in the slightest but the second is pretty much on the nose. though, i’m not bothering you. you like that i’m here.”

“what’s this now?”

nagumo steps closer into your personal space, tattooed arms on either side of you as you look up and away from him.

“47 times. that’s how many times i’ve shown up here. in typical y/n fashion, you’ll complain and act like you’re annoyed, but i don’t think you’ve ever told me to go away.” nagumo ponders for a moment, finger on his chin. “now that i think about it, you haven’t. not once.”

you’re speechless. you’re not sure what to say and when you open your mouth, nothing wants to come out. truthfully, the man has read you like an open book, flicking through the pages languidly, hands bruising the spine. he’s smiling like it’s the truest thing he’s ever said - the only thing he’s been right about when it comes to how you feel.

pride is a very funny thing. if things were different, you’d grab his face and kiss him till he would shut up - well, that’s what you used to do… before, you know… you know. but this is humiliating, at least to you. even after all this time… you’ve let it get too far.

you huff, pushing his arm from beside you and you stand by a miscellaneous cupboard, turned away from nagumo, arms wrapped around yourself. “well, for starters, you’re wrong. forgive me for trying to be a good friend and helping someone out.”

“someone? that’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” the playful lilt stays lingering in his tone and it makes your heart simmer.

“… i think you should go, nagumo.”

silence sits between the two of you. nagumo looks at the back of your head. he sighs.

“if that’s what you want. see you around, y/n.”

he exits, quiet as never. he’s never quiet or silent when he lumbers around your home, sweeping and lingering. he’s probably already left your home in similar fashion. the fact makes you grab your own face and groan.

you don’t think you can be normal about him. maybe it’s for the best.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © MOOMINSUKI 2024. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[maeleelee]

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He swore he’d never love again, especially after everything he’s seen. He couldn’t understand why people loved love. He watched his two best friend fall out of love, his other best friend fought with his ex all the time, his parents split, and his brother is going through a split. What’s love when everything around you is tainted? How do you explain you love someone when you don’t even know what the feeling is?

⚠️Minors please do not interact with this AU⚠️

Welcome to the world of Prismatic Shards where there’s structure, beauty, elegance, chaos and pain.

warnings: None for now.

Prologue.

Mingi sat there with the band as they were practicing. Soon they’d be going on to play. He had a cough drop in his mouth since he was the screamer and didn’t want to die by sore throat that night.

“Eunji gonna be here tonight since I get her for the day tomorrow, then I’ll probably go get dinner with the group since it’s her birthday as well.” Wooyoung stated to the guys.

“Be good. Got it.” Mingi nodded. The one person he did love was his niece. He took her in as soon as he met her and they’re all wrapped around her finger. “How old is she now?”

“She turns four tomorrow.” Wooyoung smiled brightly. Everyone was glad he stayed even after Mae told him to leave. She had her reasons and no one hated her for it.

“Damn she’s growing fast.” Yeosang said as he sat on the couch.

“Right? Just yesterday I was holding her in the hospital room.” Wooyoung sighed, looking at the photo he had of the three in the back of his phone.

“Man, when are you just gonna tell her you still love her? I see the way you look at her.” Seonghwa asked him. He was the reasonable one when he came to relationships, sometimes.

“Because she hates me but it’s fine. I get to see her and my baby Eunji almost all the time.” He smiled at the band.

Mingi still didn’t understand how he love her after she broke his heart, after she walked out on him, but Mingi couldn’t understand love in general. What was the point if love fades? What was the point if love doesn’t always stay?

~

Y/n giggled as she watched Eunji giggle in her shark outfit.

“Mommy. We go see daddy?” The little one smiled brightly.

“Of course baby. You wanna put the new shirt uncle Caden got you on?” Mae asked Eunji. Y/n loved how much Mae grew as she had Eunji. She put herself forward and made sure they had the life they needed and deserved.

Y/n moved in after Mae left Wooyoung. She was so in love with him but his practice always came first and she couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken because of it. Y/n became Mae’s help when Wooyoung couldn’t be there.

They made more friends along the journey and everyone loves everyone like they’ve all been friends for years.

“Can I wear the one daddy got me?!” The soon to be four year old asked.

“Anything for you baby.” Mae smiled and walked to the bedroom.

“Auntie y/n. When are mommy and daddy gonna get back together?” Eunji pouted.

“Oh baby. I wish I could answer. They love each other though so hopefully one day.” Y/n smiled at her and kissed her head. “Hopefully one day.”

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The Melancholy of Summer by Louisa Onomé Feiwel Friends

Doesn’t she see? I can do this on my own.

Summer Uzoma is fine. Sure, her parents went on the run after they were accused of committing a crime, leaving her behind. Sure, she’s been alternating stays with her friends’ families. Sure, she sometimes still secretly visits her old home. And sure, she has trouble talking about any of this. But she’s fine. She has her skateboard and her bus pass. She just has to turn eighteen in a few weeks and then she’ll really and truly be free.

So it’s extra annoying when a nosy social worker gets involved. Summer doesn’t expect any relative to be able to take her in, so she’s very surprised to hear that she’ll now be living with her cousin Olu—someone she hasn’t seen in years, who’s a famous singer in Japan last she heard, and who’s not much older than Summer.

Life with Olu is awkward for many reasons—not least of all because Olu has her own drama to deal with. But with her cousin and friends’ efforts, maybe Summer can learn to trust people enough to let them in again? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Rhythm & Muse by India Hill Brown Quill Tree Books

Darren Johnson lives in his head. There, he can pine for his crush–total dream girl, Delia Dawson–in peace, away from the unsolicited opinions of his talkative family and showboat friends. When Delia announces a theme song contest for her popular podcast, Dillie D in the Place to Be, Darren’s friends–convinced he’ll never make a move–submit one of his secret side projects for consideration.

After the anonymous romantic verse catches Dillie’s ear, she sets out to uncover the mystery singer behind the track. Now Darren must decide: Is he ready to step out of the shadows and take the lead in his own life? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

You Bet Your Heart by Danielle Parker Joy Revolution

A riveting, swoon-worthy teen romance centered on two high achievers fighting for the title of high school valedictorian and falling in love along the way, from debut author Danielle Parker.

Sasha Johnson-Sun might not know everything—like how to fully heal after her dad’s passing or how many more Saturdays her mom can spend cleaning houses. But the one thing Sasha is certain of? She will graduate this year as Skyline High’s class valedictorian.

At least, she was sure before the principal calls Sasha and her cute, effortlessly gifted ex–best friend, Ezra Davis-Goldberg, into his office to deliver earth-shattering they’re tied for valedictorian and the scholarship attached…

This outcome can’t be left to chance. So, Sasha and Ezra agree on a best-of-three, winner-take-all academic bet. As they go head-to-head, they are forced not only to reexamine why they drifted apart but also to figure out who they’ve become since. With her future hanging in the balance, Sasha must honor her family’s sacrifices by winning (at all costs) or give her heart a shot at finding happiness? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Her Good Side by Rebekah Weatherspoon Razorbill

Sixteen-year-old Bethany Greene, though confident and self-assured, is what they call a late-bloomer. She’s never had a boyfriend, date, or first kiss. She’s determined to change that but after her crush turns her down cold for Homecoming–declaring her too inexperienced–and all her back-up ideas fall through, she cautiously agrees to go with her best friend’s boyfriend Jacob. A platonic date is better than no date, right? Until Saylor breaks up with said boyfriend.

Dumped twice in just two months, Jacob Yeun wonders if he’s the problem. After years hiding behind his camera and a shocking summer glow up, he wasn’t quite ready for all the attention or to be someone’s boyfriend. There are no guides for his particular circumstances, or for taking your ex’s best friend to the dance.

Why not make the best of an awkward situation? Bethany and Jacob decide to fake date for practice, building their confidence in matters of the heart.

And it works–guys are finally noticing Bethany. But things get complicated as their kissing sessions–for research of course!–start to feel real. This arrangement was supposed to help them in dating other people, but what if their perfect match is right in front of them? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

When the Vibe is Right by Sarah Dass Balzer & Bray

There are two things Tess Crawford knows for sure:

• She’s destined to be a great Trinidadian Carnival costume designer like her renowned uncle, Russell Messina, and will one day inherit leadership of the family’s masquerade band, Grandeur. • Her classmate, the popular social media influencer, Brandon Richards, is the bane of her existence. Everything about him irks her, from his annoying nickname for Tess (Boop) to his association with David, her awful ex.

But when the future of Grandeur nears the brink of collapse in the face of band rivalry, Tess finds to her chagrin that she must team up with Brandon in a desperate attempt to revive the company.

As Tess and Brandon spend more time together, Tess begins to wonder if everything she thought she knew might not be so certain after all. . . .

Set in lush, gorgeous Trinidad, this is a novel about finding love in the most unexpected places. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

The Moonlit Vine by Elizabeth Santiago Tu Books

Fourteen-year-old Taína just learned that she is a descendant of a long line of strong Taíno women, but will knowing this help her bring peace and justice to her family and community?

Despite her name, Taína Perez doesn’t know anything about her Taíno heritage, nor has she ever tried to learn. After all, how would ancient Puerto Rican history help with everything going on? There’s constant trouble at school and in her neighborhood, her older brother was kicked out of the house, and with her mom at work, she’s left alone to care for her little brother and aging grandmother. It’s a lot for a 14-year-old to manage.

But life takes a wild turn when her abuela tells her she is a direct descendant of Anacaona, the beloved Taíno leader, warrior, and poet, who was murdered by the Spanish in 1503. Abuela also gives her an amulet and a zemi and says that it’s time for her to step into her power like the women who came before her. But is that even possible? People like her hardly make it out of their circumstances, and the problems in her home and community are way bigger than Taína can manage. Or are they?

A modern tale with interstitial historical chapters, The Moonlit Vine brings readers a powerful story of the collective struggle, hope, and liberation of Puerto Rican and Taíno peoples.

Also available in Spanish! — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

The Books of Clash Volume 1: Legendary Legends of Legendarious Achievery by Gene Luen Yang illustrated by Les McClaine and Alison Acton First Second

Based on Clash of Clans and Clash Royale and penned by superstar graphic novelist Gene Luen Yang, this first volume of this action-packed eight-volume series brings the characters from everyone’s favorite mobile gaming sensation to life!

SEE! The illustrated exploits of one young Hog Rider and his trusted companion in an unpredictable tale of fantasy and adventure!

READ! Their journey from no-good warriors on the battlefield to true heroes of the Royal Arena!

BATTLE! When danger strikes the village of JazzyPickles and its colorful cast of characters in this heartwarming and hilarious graphic novel based on two of the world’s most popular video games.

In this epic new series set in the world of Clash of Clans and Clash Royale , experience a laugh-out-loud tale of friendship and fun! –– Cover image and summary via Goodreads

[unsleepingtales]

Happy holidays from all of us here on fantasy high tumblr.

Coming back to the top having just finished the ep. I feel insane. ANYWAY.

Our name is ally brennan beardsley mulligan!!

I AM FRIENDS WITH PETE WENTZ FROM FALL OUT BOY WHO IS WANDA CHILDA’S (RECENT) EX BOYFRIEND???????

Ok glad we’re talking about spies tongue curse. Bc what was that

Oh my god this episode is three hours long

Sklonda what’s your goal here bestie

I’m really distracted rn so not many notes are being taken I’m definitely gonna have to rewatch this episode over the weekend

But god all the soil stuff is weird

Something in his office??? Something like maybe the mirror where baron first appeared??

Yeah just throwing energy into external things to avoid feeling your own feelings. Is a thing that happens.

THANK YOU RIZ please please talk about the students freaking out

Oh godddddd the soil it all comes back to minerals and soil somehow ok

Diamondized blood 😭

I love tired Adaine she’s trying her bestttt

Goddd the bad girls are everything to me. They are every triad ever.

You’re giving the identity spell a stroke guys

Holy SHIT Beardsley

Oooooooh DOME COLOR CHANGE

Saint Kristen Applebees motherfuckers

Okay that’s horrifying!

Ok so that was fun

Zac is SO smart

‘Gorgug….. so good’

Godly whale fall……… Zac Oyama your mind

It’s like burning man 😭

Burning Man as Whale Fall. Maybe I’ll write the paper.

Planeshift is a spell guysssss you have used it before

The way he talks to her makes her mad!!!!!

Cassandraaaaaaaaaa

Gorgug <3

Your enemy the beekeeper!

THANK YOU FOR TALKING ABOUT IT

Yeah Fabian probably does not want to go to Aelwyn’s house

Riding a scooter. Classic Adaine.

Devastating.

OOF

Yeesh.

Yeah the last friends Aelwyn had we’re not good!

🚨🚨 ZAYN MENTION 🚨🚨 Zayn my best friend Zayn Darkshadow 🖤🖤🖤

Brennan’s physicality as Aelwyn is so funny

Aelwyn and Fabian leave it alone!!! Don’t!!

What? No! No! What? What? What? No!

One thing about Ally Beardsley is they’re gonna talk about Joe Biden.

They’re good crimes? You’re having fun with the crimes? Come do crimes with us!

Aelwyn librarian era??

Holy shit Emily

What the fuckkkkkk

Absolute dream terrorist Figueroth Faeth

Gertie my beloved!

Dark red honey oooh

Kristen x Gertie let’s goooooo

HELLO????????

OKAY I GUESS THATS HAPPENING FANTASTIC LOVE THAT FOR BOTH OF THEM

Also that makes Gertie campaigning for Kipperlilly 100x funnier

Whattttttt

I need fic. STAT.

Yayyyy a bit of financial breathing room for Riz

Mazey!

My mind’s still back in the cafeteria I can’t wait to see fantasy high tumblr’s response to Kristen and Gertie

Do NOT get tracker. NO.

Oooh so we finally have info on the bylaws

Where did you get wanda childa’s resume???????

He’s really committed to the neck tattoo thing huh.

They’re all so good. They’re just good.

Gorgug!!!!

THEY FINALLY REALIZED!!!!

We’ve been sooooooo intense about it I wasn’t even sure if they had realized lol

Ok! Nephew. Interesting.

Henry helped build Grix. Ok.

Henryyyyyyyyy

God we can’t trust any of the teachers really. That’s so depressing.

God if only you could actually just go let’s end the meeting right there every time you were uncomfortable

The ENTIRE family is going yeah

THEYRE BRINGING ZAYNNNNNNNN

I’m so glad they’re bringing Zayn my best friend in the world Zayn Darkshadow

His art makes me so fucking happy.

Ooh good thinking Siobhan

Telemaine oh boy

Oh god

Gilear time!!!!

(haunted and suspicious)

Awww she called him dad

Sometimes Brennan just says shit

He really had to get rid of the puppy fast

She killed my god- NO- fine. She helped my god die.

That actually makes so much sense. Once things are good after they’ve been bad for ages you don’t know who you are without the bad things

It’s me fig! From the phone!

(all talking at once about Kristen’s kisses)

What

What??

Babe how could we not clown

RIZBERT

We could have been calling you rizbert this entire time

WHAT????

Telemaine leave Riz alone

RUVINA?????? Winter in fallinel for the first time in eons????? Ruvina maybe??

Oh yeah the name of the religion is literally wolfSONG

Fantasy Hamilton

It’s so funny that they’re calling her bee girl bc there’s an npc named bee boy in my current campaign that we all love SO much

Aelwyn. Babe.

Gorgug white knuckling the railing to avoid Telemaine

There is NOT an option for under 18s on any kink dating app

Sandra Lynnnnnnnn I would be so good to you you don’t even know

Okay but wasn’t Gilear cursed way before he put the armor on???? This is what keeps tripping me up. Gilear’s life was like this before.

My only daughter in the world 😭😭😭

Fig. Fig honey. That’s not. That’s.

Fig and Sandra Lynn. They fuck me up so bad.

Sandra Lynn Faeth the woman that you are………….

Zayn is coming to the church! Zayn Darkshadow my best friend in the world!!!

SPY’S TONGUE

Ohhhhhhhh okay

I love that it’s canon that Aelwyn and Zayn are wizard buddies who worked for Kalina together

Using devil’s nectar too much causes you to to believe your own lies. Fabulous.

Divinity is so weird

Name heist?

Winter Break! I believe in you!!

Kristen. Kristennnnnn

Narnia Burning Man 😭

Oh god

Oh god!

She will be risen!

It is SO cold

OUCH

Guys what the hell is going on

Yeah of COURSE she’s deeply bothered. Kristen is doing the same thing to her that she did earlier. They bother each other. They need each other to understand.

This kills me. This kills me so deeply.

Ohhh thank you for thinking about Ruvina

They’re BEST FRIENDS

They’re rolling initiative to decide who goes first in secret sylvan. I’m gonna fucking cry.

ADAINE THATS SO SWEET

Fabian. Fabian this is actually so nice. Please think about this. It will make them not attack you. Adaine wanted to help you with your fear.

Fabian we know you can give good gifts

Murph is running a tight ship on secret sylvan

(attempted tearing noises)

That’s actually really nice

They’re tactical!!!!!!

I love this so much

That’s so nice oh my god Kristen you know Riz so well

They love each other so much

GORGUG HAD FIG IN SECRET SYLVAN. Be still my figgorgug heart.

Brennan stopppppppppp

The intense zoom on Ally doing this.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Is she like me.

Zaynnnnnnn

Sorry I’m incredibly not normal about Zayn Darkshadow I’m sure you couldn’t tell from how I react when he has .5 seconds of screen time

Girl WHAT

God they’re good

Riz Gukgak!!

IS THIS WHERE CASSANDRA WAS MARRIED

Dig bitch!

Oooooooooooh baby

Adaine I love you

Oh fuck oh god oh fuck

Zayn nooooooooo

Oh god why

KRISTEN

The idea of watching the moon get fuller is really cool

Oh god

MIRRORS?

Somehow I completely forgot baron was in this episode. I was so distracted I forgot what was coming.

Awww Cassandra is protecting her paladin

Oh my god this is insane

Oh no oh no oh no

Don’t break a mirror don’t do that not right now not here

Oh my god?????

They’re married <3

BARON HELPING??!

BARON ART BARON ART BARON ART

Is Zayn okay :(

You can’t ALL go in the briefcase can you???

WARDING BOND 😭😭😭😭 oh my god I can’t handle that

Death bond <3

What the fuckkkkkkkkk

Hello???????

NAT 20 DEX SAVE FROM KRISTEN APPLEBEES

Where the fuck are they.

Ooooh fig’s bedroom art!

How did this happen.

BARON MINI NEXT WEEK

[tutorgirlrph]

💌        —        a  list  of  sentence  starters  from  sabrina  carpenter’s  album  emails  i  can’t  send .   feel  free  to  change  anything  to  better  fit  your  muse .

emails  i  can’t  send ‘   it’s  times  like  these ,   wish  i  had  a  time  machine .   ’ ‘   were  you  really  asleep ?   ’ ‘   were  you  lying  to  me ?   ’ ‘   there’s  no  us  in  us .   ’ ‘   there’s  no  us  in  us  when  i’m  lacking  trust .   ’ ‘   ugh ,   you  disgust  me .   ’ ‘   don’t  make  me  cuss  you  out .   ’ ‘   why’d  you  let  me  down?   ’ ‘   don’t  say  sorry  now .   ’ ‘   thanks  to  you  i-  i  can’t  love  right .   ’ ‘   i  get  nice  guys  and  villainize  them .   ’ ‘   read  their  texts  like  they’re  having  sex  right  now .   scared  i’ll  find  out  that  it’s  true .   ’ ‘   i  blame  you .   ’ ‘   i  blame  you  for  every  worst  that  i  assumed .   ’ ‘   don’t  think  i’ll  find  forgiveness  as  fast  as  mom  did .  ’ ‘   i  love  you  but  you’re  such  a  dipshit .   ’ ‘   please  fucking  fix  this .   ’

vicious ‘   one  year ,   ten  thousand  bad  moments .   ’ ‘   it  was  dressed  up  in  heated  emotions .   ’ ‘   i  tried  to  look  for  the  best  in  the  worst  but  like  fuck  me  that  caused  a  commotion .   ’ ‘   you’re  lucky  i’m  a  private  person .   ’ ‘   i’ve  quietly  carried  your  burden .   ’ ‘   everyone  thinks  you’re  an  angel  but  shit ,   i  would  probably  use  different  wording .   ’ ‘   everyone  thinks  you’re  an  angel .   ’ ‘   i  would  probably  use  different  wording . . .   ‘ ‘   you’re  so  vicious .   ‘ ‘   love  me  then  pretend  you  didn’t .   ‘ ‘   crush  my  heart  and  wreck  my  image .   ‘ ‘   why  you  gotta  be  so vicious ?   ‘ ‘   you  like  a  certain  type  of  woman .   ‘ ‘   when  you’re  insecure ,   could  be  me ,   could  be  her .   you  just  run  to  whoever  is  winning .   ‘ ‘   said  that  it  was  me  and  you  for  life .   now  you’re  kinda  acting  like  i  died .   ‘ ‘   you  don’t  feel  remorse .   ‘ ‘   you  don’t  feel  the  effects .   ‘ ‘   you  don’t  think  you  hurt  me  if  you  wish  me  the  best .   ‘ ‘   i  should  have  known  all  along .   ‘ ‘   i  was  only  the  next  one  to  take  your  love  songs  as  a  promise .   ‘ ‘   i  loved  you  but  i  wish  i  didn’t .   ‘

read  your  mind ‘   made  it  clear  when  you  told  me .   ‘ ‘   you  gotta  be  lonely .   ‘ ‘   say  it’s  hard  but  you  make  it  look  easy .   ‘ ‘   i’m  trying  to  live  in  reality .   ‘ ‘   decompression’ ,   tryna  ease  the  tension .   ‘  ‘   you  got  me  stressin ‘ .   ‘ ‘   feelin’  like  i  need  to  call .   ‘ ‘   you  sneak  up  on  me ,   tell  me  that  you  miss  me  in  your  life .   ‘ ‘   i  can’t  read  your  mind .   ‘ ‘   you  say  that  you  need  to  be  alone  but  night  and  day ,   want  me  at  your  beck  and  call .   ‘ ‘   you  might  be  crossing  a  line .   ‘ ‘   we  could  be  casual .   ‘ ‘   you’re  not  my  friend  and  baby ,   you  never  were .   ‘ ‘   why  the  fuss ?   ‘ ‘   tell  me  what’s  gonna  happen  when  it’s  me  and  you  in  a  room  but  you  know  you  can’t  have  it ?   ‘ ‘   you  say  that  you  really  have  changed ,   finally  found  your  way .   ‘ ‘   i’m  close  to  your  face . . .   ‘ ‘   did  i  get  the  message  in  the  way  you  intended ?   ‘

tornado  warnings ‘   we  were  never  in  the  park .   ‘ ‘   teetering  with  our  feelings  in  the  dark .   ‘ ‘   he  didn’t  hold  me  in  his  arms .   ‘ ‘   we  didn’t  stumble  over  the  pages  in  our  relationship  arc ,   ignoring  tornado  warnings .   ‘ ‘   don’t  understand  how  quickly  we  get  right  back  in  our  rhythm  without  missing  a  step .   ‘ ‘   logically  the  last  thing  i  should  have  on  my  mind  but  i want  you  there  sometimes .   ‘ ‘   i’m  lying  to  my  therapist .   ‘ ‘   i  never  saw  him  and  we  never  kissed .   ‘ ‘   if  i  could  convince  him ,   if  he  doesn’t  see  it ,   then  maybe  it  doesn’t  exist .   ‘ ‘   i’m  over  that  son  of  a  bitch .   ‘ ‘   i  deserve  an  hour  in  a  week  to  focus  on  my  thoughts .   ‘ ‘   i  deserve  my  own  consideration .   ‘ ‘   sometimes  i  wish  i  kept  some  of  my  feelings  in  the  basement  so  i’d  still  have  some  left .   ‘ ‘   i  drive  you  home ,   you  drive  me  crazy .   ‘ ‘   that’s  not  gonna  stop  me .   ‘ ‘   i  call  you  out ,   you  call  me  baby .   ‘

because  i  liked  a  boy ‘   you  said  you  knew  a  guy .   ‘ ‘   who  knew  cuddling  on  trampolines  could  be  so  reckless ?   ‘ ‘   we  bonded  over  black  eyed  peas  and  complicated  exes .   ‘ ‘   it  was  all  so  innocent .   ‘ ‘   i  got  death  threats  filling  up  semi  trucks .   ‘ ‘   tell  me  who  i  am ,   guess  i  don’t  have  a  choice .   ‘ ‘   all  because  i  liked  a  boy .   ‘ ‘   i’m  the  hot  topic  on  your  tongue .   ‘ ‘   i’m  a  rebound  getting  round ,   stealin’  from  the  young .   ‘ ‘   i’m  not  catastrophizing ,   everything’s  derailing .   ‘ ‘   was  only  trying  to  hold  you  close  while  your  heart  was  failing .   ‘ ‘   just  two  kids  going  through  it .   ‘ ‘   i’m  too  late  to  be  your  first  love  but  i’ll  always  be  your  favorite .   ‘ ‘   dating  boys  with  exes ,   no ,   i  wouldn’t  recommend  it .   ‘ ‘   all  of  this ,   for  what ?   ‘ ‘   when  everything  went  down ,   we’d  already  broken  up .   ‘

already  over

‘   we’ve  been  talking  for  hours .   ‘ ‘   we  shouldn’t  talk  for  hours  on  end .   ‘ ‘   kissing  after  a  conversation  about  how  we’d  probably  be  better  off  as  friends .   ‘ ‘   we’d  probably  be  better  off  as  friends .   ‘ ‘   same  time  here  next  weekend ?   ‘ ‘   we  won’t  do  this  again .   ‘ ‘   make  me  fall  where  i  stand ,   only  like  you  can .   ‘ ‘   i’m  done .   ‘ ‘   i  say  i’m  done  but  i’m  still  confused .   ‘ ‘   how  am  i  supposed  to  close  the  door  when  i  still  need  closure ?   ‘ ‘   i  changed  my  mind  but  it’s  still  on  you .   ‘ ‘   how  am  i  supposed  to  leave  you  now  that  you’re  already  over ?   ‘ ‘   selfishly  don’t  wanna  give  you  time  to  be  on  someone  else’s  lips .   ‘ ‘   i’ll  take  three  short  hours  over  three  long  weeks  pretending  like  we  don’t  exist .   ‘ ‘   i  know  you’ll  be  coming  back  to  the  back  bedroom  and  it  won’t  be  the  last  time .   ‘ ‘   i  like  my  bed .   ‘ ‘   i  like  my  bed  but  it  likes  you  too .   ‘

how  many  things

‘   there’s  no  hiding  from  the  thought  of  us .   ‘ ‘   i  got  ways  to  find  you  anywhere .   ‘ ‘   conversation  took  us  everywhere .   ‘ ‘   we  talked  until  the  sun  came  up .   ‘ ‘   i  wish  we  stayed  just  like  we  were  up  there .   ‘ ‘   i  consider  you ,   i’m  not  trying  to .   it  doesn’t  matter  whether  or  not  i  want  to .   ‘ ‘   i  can’t  help  it .   ‘ ‘   it’s  a  habit .   ‘ ‘   your  corner  in  my  mind  is  well  established .   ‘ ‘   i  wonder  how  many  things  you  think  about  before  you  get  to  me .   ‘ ‘   i  feel  myself  falling  further  down  your  priorities .   ‘ ‘   i  still  make  excuses  for  you  constantly .   ‘ ‘   remember  when  you  left  once ?   ‘ ‘   that  never  made  too  much  sense  to  me .   ‘ ‘   it  hurt  you  so  bad ,   hurting  me .   ‘ ‘   you  really  came  to  me  for  sympathy .   ‘ ‘   am  i  not  even  a  second  thought ?   ‘

bet  u  wanna

‘   told  me  i’m  your  only .   ‘ ‘   it’s  all  unfolding ,   babe .   ‘ ‘   slowly  lies  you  sold  me  all  saw  the  light  of  day .   ‘ ‘   you’ve  been  wasting  time  on  the  other  side .   ‘ ‘   now  you  say  you  hate  all  the  empty  space  and  if  you  could  go  back ,   you’d  stay .   ‘ ‘   didn’t  think  about  it  when  you  let  me  down .   ‘ ‘   it  hurts  to  see  me  out  of  your  reach .   ‘ ‘   bet  you  wanna  touch  me  now .   ‘ ‘   it’s  cold  out  there .   ‘ ‘   let  me  know  what  you  found .   ‘ ‘   bet  you  wanna  love  me  now .   ‘ ‘   fell  the  way  it  feels  when  you  don’t  have  control  of  who  i’m  holding .   ‘ ‘   is  it  feeding  all  your  fears ?   ‘ ‘   the  lights  are  off .   ‘ ‘   your  so  called  friends  are  gone .   ‘ ‘   i  know  what  you’re  about  to  say .   ‘ ‘   bet  you  miss  me ,   bet  you’re  reminiscing .   ‘ ‘   i  bet  you  hate  the  way  you  said  goodbye .   ‘ ‘   you  still  can’t  even  tell  me  why .   ‘ ‘   i  hate  the  way  you  left  me  dry .   ‘ ‘   i’ll  keep  that  between  you  and  i .   ‘

nonsense

‘   think  i  only  want  one  number  in  my  phone .   ‘ ‘   i  might  change  your  contact  to  don’t  leave  me  alone .   ‘ ‘   you  said  you  like  my  eyes  and  you  like  to  make  them  roll .   ‘ ‘   treat  me  like  a  queen ,   now  you  got  me  feeling  thrown .   ‘ ‘   i  can’t  help  myself  when  you  get  close  to  me .   ‘ ‘   my  tongue  goes  numb .   ‘ ‘   i  don’t  want  no  one  else ,   baby ,   i’m  in  too  deep .   ‘ ‘   here’s  a  lil  song  i  wrote ,   it’s  about  you  and  me .   ‘ ‘   it’s  about  you  and  me .   ‘ ‘   i’ll  be  honest .   ‘ ‘   lookin’  at  you  got  me  thinkin’  nonsense .   ‘ ‘   cartwheels  in  my  stomach  when  you  walk  in .   ‘ ‘   i  think  i  got  an  ex  but  i  forgot  him .   ‘ ‘   i  can’t  find  my  chill ,   i  must  have  lost  it  .   ‘ ‘   hope  nobody  knocks .   ‘ ‘   i’m  talkin’  opposite  of  soft .   ‘ ‘   i’m  talkin’   wild ,   wild  thoughts .   ‘ ‘   you  gotta  keep  up  with  me .   ‘ ‘   i  got  some  young  energy .   ‘ ‘   i  caught  the  l  -  o  -  v  -  e .   ‘ ‘   how  do  you  do  this  to  me ?   ‘ ‘   i  don’t  even  know  anymore .   ‘ ‘   i  bet  your  house  is  where  my  other  sock  is .   ‘ ;   woke  up  this  morning ,   thought  i’d  write  a  pop  hit .   ‘ ‘   how  quickly  can  you  take  your  clothes  of ?   pop  quiz .   ‘

fast  times

‘   sun’s  up  too  soon  like  daylight  savings .   ‘ ‘   mixed  emotions  are  congregating .   ‘ ‘   picturing  us  in  all  these  places .   ‘ ‘   ahead  of  myself’s  an  understatement .   ‘ ‘   sky  looks  so  purple ,   i  can  taste  it .   ‘ ‘   couple  days  in ,   i  call  you  baby .   ‘ ‘   what  the  fuck  is  patience ?   ‘ ‘   these  are  fast  times  and  fast  nights .   ‘ ‘   no  time  for  rewrites .   ‘ ‘   we  couldn’t  help  it .   ‘ ‘   give  me  a  second  to  forget  i  ever  really  meant  it .   ‘ ‘   my  feelings  used  to  be  serrated .   ‘ ‘   you  speak  in  such  a  perfect  cadence .   ‘

skinny  dipping

‘   it’ll  be  a  wednesday  and  i’ll  be  going  to  this  coffee  shop .   ‘ ‘   i  look  up  from  my  phone  and  think  there’s  no  chance  it’s  you  but  it  is .   ‘ ‘   hi ,   how  are  you ?   ‘ ‘   how’s  your  family ?   ‘ ‘   how’s  your  sister ?   ‘ ‘   well ,   this  was  really  nice .   maybe  we  should  do  this  on  purpose  sometime .   ‘ ‘   it’ll  have  been  long  enough  that  we  won’t  harp  on  arguments  in  your  garage .   ‘ ‘   all  the  ways  we  sabotaged  it .   ‘ ‘   what  it  was  and  what  it  wasn’t .   ‘ ‘   we’ve  been  swimming  on  the  edge  of  a  cliff .   ‘ ‘   i’m  resistant  but  going  down  with  the  ship .   ‘ ‘   it’d  be  so  nice ,   right ?   if  we  could  take  it  all  off  and  just  exist .   ‘ ‘   skinny  dip  in  water  under  the  bridge .   ‘ ‘   won’t  that  be  too  nostalgic ?   ‘ ‘   maybe  but  let’s  do  it  anyway .   ‘ ‘   we  won’t  sit  at  our  same  old  table ,   i  promise .   ‘ ‘   we  won’t  bring  up  the  past ,   we’ll  keep  it  bureaucratic .   ‘ ‘   we’ll  be  thinking  about  how  different  we  are  from  those  scared  little  kids .   ‘

bad  for  business

‘   he’s  good  for  my  heart .   ‘ ‘   he’s  good  for  my  heart  but  he’s  bad  for  business .   ‘ ‘   he’s  bad  for  business .   ‘ ‘   tears  me  apart  when  he  grants  my  wishes .   ‘ ‘   all  of  my  friends  think  i’ve  gone  crazy .   ‘ ‘   they  don’t  know  me  like  my  baby .   ‘ ‘   we  look  good  in  photographs .   ‘ ‘   i  like  the  way  you  like  to  laugh  at  dirty  jokes .   ‘ ‘   used  to  get  to  work  on  time  but  now  you’re  taking  up  my  nights .   ‘ ‘   never  been  so  glad  to  be  so  tired .   ‘ ‘   i’m  mad  for  you .   ‘ ‘   you’re  on  my  mind .   ‘ ‘   you  stole  my  life  and  it’s  showing .   ‘ ‘   if  i’m  just  singing  happy  songs  will  anybody  sing  along ?   ‘ ‘   you  had  to  go  and  break  into  my  head .   ‘ ‘   i  would  try  to  fight  these  feelings .   ‘ ‘   i  can’t  find  a  single  reason .   ‘ ‘   i’d  make  all  the  same  mistakes  again .   ‘ ‘   he  ruined  all  my  plans .  ‘ ‘   he  just  makes  me  so  crazy .   ‘ ‘   i  know  everyone  sees  that  he’ll  be  the  death  of  me .   ‘

decode

‘   you’re  good  at  the  falling ,   not  the  staying  there .   ‘ ‘   you’re  good  at  the  giving  too  much  then  getting  scared .   ‘ ‘   you’re  good  at  impersonating  someone  who  cares .   ‘ ‘   you  had  me  for  a  minute  there .   ‘ ‘   now  i  wonder  why  i  let  your  confusion  keep  me  up  at  night .   ‘ ‘   i’m  so  tired .   ‘ ‘   re - read  every  single  undertone  and  i  over  analyzed  it .   front ,   back ,   and  beside  it .   ‘ ‘   where  else  can  we  go ?   ‘ ‘   there’s  nothing  left  here  to  decode .   ‘ ‘   done  looking  for  signs  in  the  gaps  and  the  silence .   ‘ ‘   it’s  just  getting  old .  ‘ ‘   there’s  a  weight  off  my  shoulders  now  that  i  don’t  chase  you .   ‘ ‘   being  myself ,   did  that  emasculate  you ?   ‘ ‘   learning  from  you  that  i  can  walk  away  too .   ‘ ‘   now  i  wonder  why  i  let  your  indecisions  keep  me  up  at  night .   ‘ ‘   unpacked  every  single  word  you  wrote .   ‘ ‘   i  wanna  make  a  video  to  our  future  selves .   ‘