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felibrary · 6 months

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wish you were sober

synopsis: in which you drunkenly confess to aventurine and he doesn’t believe you, rather believing that he’s not worthy, less even deserving of your love. despite that, his insecurity, you're under the belief that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. love - something that you want to introduce to him and show him “what it means to love you.”

pairing: aventurine x reader | wordcount: 2.3k (i’ve gone insane) | content & warnings: hurt/comfort, alcohol; they're both drunk, insecure aventurine, unestablished relationship, they label themself as friends but reader barely knows anything abt him LMFAO, dual pov, DO YALL GET THE REFERENCE IN THE SYNOPSIS LMFAO??, rushed ending icl, half assed-ly proofread; oneshot

a/n: yesterday i listened to wish you were sober by conan gray and was like “damn.. this’d fit sunday” but then i asked azul what he thinks cause i couldn’t decide between su**day and <aventurine3. and they replied with that it’d be so much more angsty with aventurine (okay not quote on quote but you get the msg) and i dislike su**ay anyway!! so boom! (y’all are still getting another sunday fic..yay..ig.....)

tags: beloved @azullumi <3 and @cherieiu (stop punching me)

“i love you.”

your confession doesn't come over as surprising for aventurine, he anticipated it. just like how the ebb awaits the flood, yearning for it but disappearing as soon as it arrives. missing out on each other for just a split second, as the other party sweeps and slips away from the grasp of the other. nevertheless aventurine is glued to his seat on the rich sofa.

colorful poker chips are splattered around the rich mahogany floor tiles, bottles of vodka and wine, some already with their cork removed and empty, others who haven't even been opened yet. a chandelier adorning the ceiling of the big room, its lightbulbs glowing dimly in the caliginous room, illuminating it.

one of the lamps flickers while the others continue to shine brightly - too brightly aventurine thinks, if he were to watch them any longer he’d feel like melting. the closer he got to you the sun, the deeper he'd fall into the bottomless pit he managed to crawl out of.

the room reeks of alcohol. is the temperature rising? he feels like every time the last number on the digital clock changes the warmer it gets. his blond bangs stick to his forehead and beads of sweat are running down his flushed cheeks - that answers his question.

it’s hot - humid even. he's not sure if he's able to bear the heat in this narrow atmosphere any longer. he tries to blow the sweat away by waving at his face with his hand, trying to cool off his face - a futile attempt. god, what's this a/c even good for, if it can't do it's damn job.

he opens his mouth with the intent of wanting to say that you're lying, that you shouldn't say stuff like that when you're drunk and that you'll regret later. but he doesn't, he refrains from doing so. instead he gulps down the words immediately, letter for letter. they're a bitter pillow to swallow. flowing down his throat like the wavering water running down a stream - intoxicating, similar to the alcoholic liquid you've downed.

the blond looks at you through half lidded eyes. you lift yourself off the ground, he takes notice that you have a hard time doing so, legs slightly trembling as you remove them from the floor tiles. (you've always been a lightweight he thinks)

as you make your way over to him, standing up and wanting to sit yourself next to him on the large black leather sofa. you clumsily bump against one of the almost empty shot glasses that still lies on the floor. tripping over the small glass as your foot comes in contact with it. the glass that still contained some of the red wine you've poured in, not too long ago, tumbles as easily as a domino tile, falling upon the smallest touch. making the flimsy piece immediately meet the ground.

it breaks into a few sharp shards and the remaining alcohol starts seeping out of it, staining your once white socks with crimson colored alcohol. “ah m’sorry!” you mumble as you quickly bend down to gingerly pick up the fragments, placing them in the palm of your hand carefully, so that they won't cut you and leave slits.

aventurine takes another peek at you as you tidy up. your face is flushed, your cheeks tinted in a bright red and you let out incoherent sorrys, blabbering incomplete phrases. he wants to tell you that it's alright. that he feels the same and reciprocates yours feelings, that you don't have to apologize and he'll help you.

but he freezes.

the words that he wants to tell you, the ones he's been longing to say don't leave his mouth. neither does he move. instead he coughs, continuing to watch you while you clean up. a tissue has found its way into your right hand, helping you soak up the alcohol. (its his hand that should be intertwined with yours, not the tissue)

his throat hurts.

(he's not in the right mindspace to acknowledge if it's because of you - the unsaid words that he didn't reveal to you yet or because of the alcohol.)

it's dry and lacks any kind of refreshing liquid that'd quench the drought that occurs in his throat. he contemplates, thinking about the choices he has. swallowing down his own spit isn't worth it, it makes his throat burn even more.

he comes to the decision to pour himself another glass of alcohol. (debatably his worst decision until now.)

twirling the almost translucent liquid in his glass, before fully gulping it down in one go. a bit of the alcohol escapes the depths of his mouth, running down his chin and messily staining his porcelain-like skin.

he doesn't like the bitter taste, he can't seem to befriend himself with it. (neither can he befriend him with himself) although it's not the worst, he's just not able to find a reason to like it. after all, after a single sip it starts to sting as it enters his mouth.

the scent isn't great either, it smells strong, too strong for his liking, a scent that reeks of cleaning detergent and not to mention, it prickles on his tongue and burns as it slides down his throat when it makes its way into his blood. but there's one thing aventurine can't deny: it's efficiency.

it fulfills its purpose well making him lightheaded and dizzy, to the point of forgetting everything.

all sounds are drowned out. even the lame pop songs playlist you turned on because you insisted that “it'll set the right mood” is barely audible for him now. his ears hurt hellish, he wants to put his hands over his ears to escape the white noise. the sound that plays in his ears is similar to the one of when an airplane starts boarding - an unpleasant noise.

the only sound that remains for aventurine’s slightly drunk state is your voice. it echoes through his ears. your drunk confession playing over and over in his mind like a broken record, anticipating the day it'll be fixed, so the misery it is in ceases.

his sloppy and sluggish movements - the way his hands tremble as he pours himself another glass, the nervousness that forms inside his body and the blush that spreads as quickly as a wildfire on his cheeks - they're tormenting him, and he blames none other than the alcohol for it.

“a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, drunk words are sober thoughts, when you're drunk you reveal your true desires” his ass. the both of you are just friends. friends that are acquainted through work, nothing more, nothing less. aventurine couldn't bear to lose his only friend, after all he's already lost everything.

(anything he'd never want to lose will eventually be lost. it is as if fate had decided that everything that is worth wanting, everything that he wants to have and keep, will be lost the moment he gets his fingers on it. to aventurine there’s nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life that is full of anguish.)

his father whom he never got to meet, his mother and sister whom he was forced to leave behind and kakavasha, his younger self. all will be lost - everything was lost. if he wasn't careful now, one slip up on the thin ice or feet accidentally trampling over the floor full of eggshells, he'd not only lose himself in the process, but you too. his one and only friend.

crossing this line he set for himself, as he drew it along the earthy ground with his calloused fingers, trembling as they traced over the mud.

walking past the border that was created to keep everything and everyone distant from him, as he stood on the other side turning his back from the world, walking away and waving, to bid his goodbye from them.

the wall he built around him to shield him from the world, protecting everyone from the ugly thing that was kept inside , protecting himself from the people that only want to torment him.

forgetting all of these things, leaving them behind for you would mean showing you who he really was. a frail human being that hides himself behind a mask. the theater curtains revealing the person who played the role of the man who had called himself aventurine for the past years. placing him in the spotlight and giving the audience a show they'll never forget, like the fool he is.

aventurine doesn't think that he is loveable, that he's undeserving of love - your love.

you think that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. providing him with said love, embracing him and showing him how pure love can be.

the blond caught your eye right away. he was charming, funny and handsome. aventurine turned into your little work crush, your motivation to convince yourself just to see him.

the road was rocky and full of obstacles, set up by none other than aventurine. it gave you a better perception of who he really was and it intrigued you even more. why does he hide himself away from the world? why does he convince himself to not get anyone close to him even though he longs for the touch of another person? who is aventurine, really?

you can't answer any of these questions and neither are you certain if aventurine really can but that doesn't stop you. you continue to climb up all the way to know who he is, who the person you fell in love with really is.

love, is weird isn't it? it comes in all different shapes and forms.

if someone were to ask you why you like him, you wouldn't know how to answer, because neither do you know.

but nevertheless you still like him. why? how come you like someone that you don't even know, someone that is foreign to you, almost like a stranger. even though the both of you label yourself as “friends.”

you're not sure what the color is that infuses his irises, he keeps them hidden beneath his glasses. despite that, you long to stare into his eyes and let all the plain and dull parts of your life get painted in the same colors of his hues. a color that brings you comfort and cures your sorrow. it's the hues that you want to stare at as you tuck a golden strand of hair behind his ear, in return he grants you a small but genuine smile.

a smile that you want to see more often, one that you want to keep for yourself.

as for his scent, every person has their own unique and special scent. you plead to the gods above that he’ll let you bury your head into the crook of his neck and absorb his smell so it becomes the only scent that lingers around your nose.

there are so many more things that you want to know about him but you're unaware of. one might say that you're odd for liking - no, loving someone that you barely know.

a stranger, a foreign person whom you know little about to almost nothing about, is the person that you love. absurd isn't it? but love is weird, love can be pure and ridiculous, but it can also be painful and heart wrenching. love is a feeling that not only brings joy to oneself but also causes pain. but it's a feeling that you never want to get rid of - not until you introduced aventurine to it. showing him what love has to offer and has in store.

in the iridescent light aventurine remains to look as ethereal as ever. a scent of vodka lingers around aventurines figure, the smell is strong, but you couldn't care less. his hair is disheveled but nevertheless continues to shine in the dazzling light. he lets out a tiring yawn and you couldn't imagine aventurine any more beautiful than in this moment.

vulnerable and for your eyes only. making it unable for you to tear your gaze away from the sight before you.

he's like a shooting star, if you don't continue to watch and follow it and blink, even if it's just for a single moment - it's all over and you'll never see it again.

“stop looking at me like that.” aventurine mumbles quietly, almost whispering. upon hearing that, you make your way over to him, glass shards long forgotten as you place them on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

your arms reach out to aventurine, clutching your hands on his shoulders. your grip is sluggish but you don't falter and continue to hold him. “like what?” your lips are slightly parted and your gaze is drowsy as you counter aventurine's question with a question of your own.

“like that.” he placed the hand that just rested on his thigh, on your cheek, slightly caressing it. “you're just gonna hurt the both of us if you keep this up any longer.” he's not sure where the boldness came from, he blames it on the alcohol once again; it finally seemed to kick in.

“‘m not lying” you hiccup. tomorrow i’ll tell you how much i love you, no matter if it's once” a cough exits your throat “or a hundred times.” the words that leave your mouth are slurred, they're incoherent and muddled up. your grip on his shoulder weakens, hands slipping off and head falling against his chest.

..did you seriously just black out?

aventurine can only sigh at that. a small smile finds its way onto his face. he snakes his arms around you waist, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck and hugging you with the remaining power he had left before falling asleep. guess there'll be a lot to unpack tomorrow but for now he allows himself to indulge in this shared moment between the two of you.

e/n: hope yall enjoyed this as much as i hated writing this!! (i wanted to throw up) i acc hate how i wrote this. it's not as choppy as when i started writing it but it still feels so rushed and so idk.. anyway reblogs with comments are very much appreciated! >< ALSO that one paragraph written in brackets..guess whose speech it was inspired byyyyy (hint: bsd!!)

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konigsblog · 9 months

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https://twitter.com/xruals/status/1737511865872195836?t=G7AKuAjirXDYnKdPvvJSbg&s=19

Nah bc this just makes me think of Simon 🥴

size difference - simon riley x afab!f!reader

i'm so sorry but i laughed out loud because the guy was edited, you can see he's warped, idk i just thought it was funny icl 😭😭

but, i'd never pass down an opportunity to write for a size kink.. :3 and ESPECIALLY with simon riley, because he's MASSIVE.

cw: size difference, size kink !! :''33

simon is absolutely infatuated with your small size. he's utterly obsessed with the way your small hand wraps around his thick cock so tightly, fingers barely touching as you stroke him slowly, and how despite your small size, you take him awfully well without complaints, only small cries as he smacks against your bruised cervix repetitively, abusing your pretty cunt.

he loves to hold your waist as the size difference makes him even harder. wrapping his burly arms around your small waist, gripping your hip gently and encouraging you to ride his thick and large thigh whilst you pumped his veiny, hard dick slowly and sloppily.

you buried your face into his brute chest, moans muffled as you began to grind your sensitive pussy against his thigh. simon praised you with a sweet and loving tone, chuckling quietly and deeply when you began to rock your hips even faster, more erratically through your orgasm. the soft sensation of your wet, cotton panties against your clit causing you to moan out through pleasure and ecsasty, your core tightening as you felt your orgasm building up.

simon wrapped his larger hand around yours to guide you up and down, dragging your smaller hand up and down his shaft while he groaned quietly, muttering praise into your ear as you continued to get off on him, his little plaything...

you dipped your digits into your soaked and transparent panties, fingers reaching down to curl inside your slicken, wet hole as you began rubbing your clothed, dripping pussy against him even faster, panting as you rutted against him needily. there was a clear and obvious wet patch on his jeans, which could've only been caused by you and your horniness.

simon felt your thumb run over his pink, thick tip, almost sending him over the edge as he breathed out heavily through gritted teeth, a grunt just barely passing through his clenched jaw. he slapped your tight ass painfully and abruptly; impatiently ordering for you to rock your hips faster as you'd teased him too much, all whilst you continued to pant like a stupid dog and fuck your fingers into your hole ‘til you turned stupid, your slit and folds raw and sensitive to the touch. :(

mmf', simon couldn't get enough of that fucked-out expression plastered on your face! your fingers became coated in sweet, dripping cum, simon's abdomen and rough hand dripping with his hot, sticky load. you collected his milky, oozing cum onto your smaller fingers, pushing it inside your ruined panties as you grinded against your palm, pushing his semen into you and whining for his attention and love and care. :3

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piastri-lover · 1 year

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only her; lando norris

summary: in which you and your boyfriend go on holiday together, but the only pictures he seems to share are of you

pairing: lando norris x reader

authors note: this is my first one of these but i keep seeing other people's so i really wanted to try!! please send in any requests u have and i'll try and do them asap!!

INSTAGRAM

yourusername 📍santorini, greece

tagged: landonorris liked by pierregasly, landonorris and 1328947 others yourusername honey, honey, how he thrills me x view comments

user1 im so fucking jealous of her -user2 why shes just an attention seeking whore --user1 bitch who are u to talk

carlossainz55 why does he looks so goofy in the water? -yourusername who taught u the word goofy lol --carlossainz55 lando :))

landonorris prettiest boy ever (and ig shes kinda cute too) -yourusername think hes kinda mid icl

landonorris love u baby x -yourusername ig i love u too --landonorris i take it back ---user3 i want what they have

user4 im sorry but why does she literally have the perfect body liked by landonorris -user4 ahh lando liked

user5 does no one else think they're only together bc she's a golddigger and he likes her body -user6 i do always feel like there's no chemistry --user7 its their relationship why do u care??

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landonorris 📍santorini, greece

tagged: yourusername liked by pierregasly, carlossainz55 and 5927462 others landonorris her.view comments

carlossainz55 u were on holiday for 2 weeks and u only have pictures of ur gf -landonorris only ones worth posting

user8 carlos is saying what we're all thinking -user9 can't believe she's manipulated lando like this --user10 bitch u better be joking

yourusername we went to 4 diff islands and they're the only photos u have -landonorris i can post the one of u after that night in mykonos --yourusername nvm these are great

yourusername don't know who that guy is but i LOVE his hands -user11 omg she's so real for that

TWITTER

INSTAGRAM

landonorris

tagged: yourusername liked by pierregasly, oscarpiastri and 3183640 others landonorris thanks for 100k likes on twt, i think she looks as pretty as ever xx view comments

user12 how does she still look so good -user13 fr like i don't even know why she made such a big deal out of it --user14 attention seeking i bet

yourusername i hate u -landonorris love u 2 baby xx

oscarpiastri did u take any other photos in greece -landonorris wdym i've only posted the prettiest views --oscarpiastri smooth

user15 i wish i was her -user16 i wish i was lando so i could just stare at her all day

georgerussell63 lando's giggling at all the comments about how pretty y/n is -landonorris fuck off no i'm not --yourusername i wish u were that's kinda hot ---landonorris i 100% was

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yourusername 📍greece

liked by landonorris, alexalbon and 793583 others yourusername bc lando refuses to share photos from holiday... view comments

user17 yk they were staying in the best hotels -user18 joys of dating an f1 driver

user19 ik that lando was just the most romantic on this trip liked by yourusername

landonorris these photos are mid compared to the ones on my page -yourusername ur mid compared to me --user20 facts liked by landonorris

landonorris am i right in saying the third photo is before u fell over and grazed ur knee -yourusername fuck offffff --landonorris love u bitch

user21 i want what they have -user22 witty banter in comment sections?? --user21 no lol good looks

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landonorris replied to your story:

landonorris look so good baby xx

yourusername thank u my love missing greece so much

landonorris yeah me too

yourusername the food the music the hot weather the views

landonorris looking at u everyday

yourusername oh shut up

landonorris never ;) see u on friday x

yourusername yeah love u ig

landonorris i kinda love u as well

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landonorris 📍santorini, greece

tagged: yourusername liked by pierregasly, yourusername and 4193759 others landonorris missing her hours x view comments

user23 okay i do kinda see why he likes her she's stunning -user24 i don't know how lando norris of all people pulled her --user25 she's everything and he's just ken

maxfewtrell @/yourusername pls come get ur man he hasn't shut up about u since he got home -yourusername don't tell him but i do kinda miss him --landonorris i fucking knew it ---yourusername nvm im over it

yourusername ik u took other photos post them bitch -landonorris these the only pretty ones --yourusername idk how someone is so cute and infuriating at the same time

user26 at this point i'm not even convinced lando went on holiday i think he just took photos of y/n liked by landonorris

user27 she's stunning

user28 lando dump y/n and pick me instead -yourusername @/landonorris u heard them --landonorris sorry baby but the people have spoken ---yourusername @/user28 hope ur ready to deal with his snoring lol ----landonorris Y/N FUCK OFF!!

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maliland · 7 months

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RESENTMENT: PT. 2

"how could you lie?" part one angel(s): e-42 miles morales & black fem reader includes: angst, infidelity, homewrecking, depressing themes, & heartbreak (men being disappointments per usual) synopsis: you used to describe your experience with love as one of complexity and simplicity all at once, but after you learn what your boyfriend did at a party with another girl while you were at home and sick, your heart is left with irreparable damage and an abundance of resentment. wc: 6.7k divider by @/cafekitsune a/n: this is gonna be my last sv fic for a hot min (or forever) 😭 savor and enjoy. ik the tag has been dead and you all have been malnourished, so yw! <3 icl, idk how i feel about it but y'all can lmk 🫶 (p.s: before ppl start nothing non-pg ever happened in this fic at any point in time. just kissing. ion get down like that 👍 thanks.)

when you arise in the morning and before you lay your head to rest at night, one thing is always definite: you are human.

humans are imperfect, so they make mistakes. genuine ones. honest ones. you’ve mixed up salt and sugar while baking chocolate chip cookies. you’ve hit your best friend square in the face while trying to spike a volleyball. you’ve missed assignment deadlines, forgotten about chores, and left the grocery list at home, all honest mistakes. a boy pressing his lips to another girl’s, though he has another he calls his own, is not a mistake. if it were up to you, it’d be a crime punishable by execution. between miles and yourself, no mercy was shown for the loyal one of you two, so why should he be granted any? infidelity; the act itself is the murder of the most important, sacred muscle, so why not return the favor?

you know your intentions before you give into the temptation of them. you knew miles knew. he knew from the moment that girl pulled him over to a vacant bedroom. did he think they’d simply exchange pleasantries? even so, why partake in such with someone who clearly has a taste for you? a taste for insulting the one you love most just as easily as she breathed?

these are all questions that would never be answered truthfully. you’d have to make peace with the reality or the only peace you’d know was the eternal kind that followed after death. and to think that you once believed in those stupid children’s fairy tales. miles made you believe that that kind of love could be real life. he almost made you believe you could attain the happy ending you always dreamed about. you were so close to it too. to have your bubble burst like that by the person you love most..? cold. way colder than the shivers repeatedly sinking down your spine.

it was a stupid idea to leave your window open.

the medicine you had taken for your cold had you knocked out in the warmth of your bed and you slept soundly. the chilly air would blow through the curtains now and then. the wind was only a light breeze at first. it felt nice, maybe even comforting, but when night finally fell, the current picked up. you were woken up by an icy blast hitting your face.

you groaned and slowly rose up, pulling the covers off of you before you swung your legs off of the bed. you drowsily staggered to your window and forced it shut, drawing the curtains closed only seconds afterward. you would just have to hope the mishap wouldn’t make you any sicker than you already were. you mindlessly carried yourself back to your bed and submerged yourself under the covers. you grabbed your phone, which was lying face down beside you.

you unlocked your phone and went straight to instagram, tapping through everyone's stories. most of the people you knew were at the party. parties weren't your cup of tea, so you couldn't really say you wished you had gone. you were more of a homebody than you'd like to admit.

you eventually got to miles' story. all he had posted was a single picture of him and his group of friends, and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. seeing your boyfriend happy made you happy. you smiled to yourself before switching to your messages app. you had notifications from both miles and your friends who were also at the halloween party. you opened miles’ messages first.

9:37pm

miles: hey ma (9:37 pm) miles: i know you’re probably sleeping right now, but i wanted to lyk that i got here okay (9:37 pm) miles: i’m with my friends (9:38 pm) miles: ima go now but i love you 💗 i’ll text you soon (9:39 pm)

10:23 pm

miles: yooo just checking in 🙌 miss you a lot (9:36 pm) miles: hope you’re enjoying that nap ❤️❤️(9:37 pm)

you: hey i’m up now 😈😈 (10:52 pm) you: i saw your ig story 🙃 looks like you guys are having fun so i’ll leave you to it (10:52 pm) you: text me later, i love you so much more 💓 (10:53 pm)

you swiped out of your text thread with miles and opened your group chat with your three best friends, sasha, lani, and nae. while you met sasha and lani not too long ago, you’ve known nae for damn near your entire life.

dollz 💘 9:13pm

sasha: how’s my bedridden baby? 🫶🫶 (9:13 pm)

lani: she’s been unconscious for mad long 👎(9:14 pm)

nae: we should ditch this party n go to her place instead i’m BOREDDD (9:16 pm) nae: and what if bro’s dead (9:16 pm)

jana: girl (9:20 pm) jana: she ain’t dead 🤦‍♀️ please. (9:21 pm)

sasha: ofc not (9:23 pm) sasha: nae's right.. this party lowk boring asf🧍‍♀️ can we leave soon? (9:25 pm)

jana: yes 💋 (9:25 pm)

nae: thought you’d never ask. (9:26 pm)

10:57pm

you: y’all i’m up damn! 😭 (10:57 pm) you: is it really that boring? miles seems to be having fun (10:57 pm)

nae: he buggin then cuz it's been like two hours and this party is STILL boring as shit (11:01 pm) nae: i tried to give it the benefit of the doubt but nvm. (11:01 pm) nae: my niece's fourth birthday party was x100 more turnt than this (11:02 pm) nae: i’m stuffing all the good snacks in my purse nd then we outta this bitch 🏃‍♀️ i’ll be in the car y’all (11:02 pm)

jana: bruh🧍‍♀️ (11:03 pm)

sasha: nae beloved, you already put hella snacks in the passenger seat (11:03 pm) nae: so? 🥱 (11:04 pm) sasha: you don’t need no more tf 😭😭 big backed hungry ass (11:04 pm)

you: yes she does (11:10 pm) you: she’s thinking of me, duh (11:11 pm)

sasha: damn you right.. maybe 🤷‍♀️ (11:15 pm) sasha: or maybe she'll eat up all the snacks and i'll laugh in your face and say i told you so 🤌 (11:16 pm)

jana: uh huh... anw girl can we come over? (11:18 pm)

you: i’d say yes but miles is coming over soon (11:21 pm) you: y’all can come over first thing tmrw morning tho 💋💋(11:21 pm)

right as you sent that message, your phone began to ring and you were met with your own puzzled reflection on the screen of your phone. it was a facetime call from nae. you couldn’t come up with a reason why she’d ever need to facetime you from a party when she could text or call. nevertheless, you picked up. you forced yourself up and out of you warmth of your bed, throwing your comforter and many, many blankets off of you.

you answered the facetime call as you turned the knob to your bedroom door to leave, making your way downstairs to the kitchen so you could raid the pantry for food. when nae’s face popped up on your screen, you noticed that the interior of sasha’s car surrounded her, but neither sasha or lani were anywhere to be found.

“hey danae, what’s up?” you said into the phone as you shut the microwave. you'd settled on instant ramen since you were feeling lazy. when you caught a glimpse of your best friend's face on your phone screen a second time, you clocked that she looked worried and that made you worried too. it didn't help that she was dead silent. you raised an eyebrow. “you alone? where’s lani and sasha?"

“something happened,” nae spoke slowly, disregarding your question. her eyes were bolting back and forth between her phone camera and sasha’s car window.

“what?” you shook your head, your eyebrows furrowing in concern. you set your phone down on the counter, propping your elbows onto the surface while you tried to decipher nae's expression, but that got you nowhere.

“i’m gonna send you something. just hold on a sec.”

“nae, what’s going on?” you inquired, a puzzled expression painting your face.

she didn’t reply. you pressed your lips into a thin line and closed your eyes in both confusion and frustration, strings of air passing through your nostrils. whatever nae was about to tell you was obviously nothing good. you didn't anticipate anything but the absolute worst. you opened your eyes again when your phone dinged. it was photo attachment from nae. you furrowed your brows blinked a few times before tapping it, pulling up you and your best friend's text thread. your entire body went limp when your brain registered the monstrosity on your screen. all you could do in the moment was stare in shock. it was a clear shot of miles and arielle at the party making out in some random bedroom upstairs. arielle who wouldn’t quit making moves on miles. miles who would shut down her pathetic attempts every time. arielle who’s always hated your guts without reason. miles who swore on everything that you were the only one he loved.

it was all so ironic, truly. arielle was dressed as an angel, a sparkly halo hovering above her head as if she wasn’t concomitantly sinning—shamelessly home-wrecking. and you could see it now: the embodiment of your relationship, or the so-called home you and your boyfriend shared. in your mind, it was ablaze and you were curled up all alone inside of it. you were left to succumb to the searing flames, burning to nothing ash while all that you and miles share burned beside you.

the boy would come home to the walls still burning and in the process of self-purging. he wouldn’t find you, rather the remnants of what used to be you. the ash would slip through his dirty, unfaithful fingers as they trembled in horror. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. he’d desperately try to grasp you. he’d try to save you and scoop debris into his sweaty palms so he could salvage what was left of you. still, there was nothing. there wasn't a single thing in the universe that could aid the way you felt in that moment.

now, miles would have to mourn you, for he killed you. and he didn’t even know it yet.

your eyes were squeezed shut because they had to be deceiving you. you must not be fully awake yet. the medicine must be making you hallucinate. you were dreaming. you were a hundred percent dreaming. that wasn’t miles.

how could that be miles?

“i was looking for lani and found… them instead,” nae muttered. “i don’t know if he saw me take the picture, or what. i left to tell you right after.”

you swallowed hard. though a million different thoughts were racing through your mind, none of them came to be verbal. you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, because what do you even say when something like this happens? would anything you said be enough? would any quantity of words in any given order be able you place the way you felt? unlikely. highly.

your eyes continue you gape at the photo, even though the sight was making your stomach churn. you couldn’t look away. your eyes were fixed on miles' hands on arielle's hips, then her hands cupping his cheeks. nae was still on facetime explaining whatever it was she was explaining, but you weren’t listening. her words were static to your ears. there was a pit in your stomach and it was growing deeper and deeper, your wounded heart subsiding along with it. you set your phone face down on the kitchen counter and began to clutch your stomach. you swore you were going to convulse and vomit from how ill you felt.

“[name]!” nae snapped her fingers into the mic. “yo, you still with me? i’m coming over. i’m gonna call an uber right now.”

you blinked and shook your head, flipping your phone back over and taking a deep breath. you couldn’t just shut down, not now. you had something you needed to confront. someone.

“no,” you sniffled.

you didn’t even notice the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. you quickly swiped them away with the sleeve of miles’ hoodie. the realization that it was his hoodie you had on made you freeze up again for a few seconds, and then you buried your face in the palms of your hands.

“what do you mean ‘no?’” nae frowned, bringing the speaker up to her ear in case she heard you incorrectly.

your phone dinged three times. in your notification center were text messages from the devil himself.

miles: hey ma, i’m leaving now (11:25 pm) miles: the party was okay at first but it got boring (11:25 pm) miles: i’ll be there in like fifteen ❤️ (11:26 pm)

you just stared at the messages, biting your bottom lip until it began to draw blood as a plea for you to stop. the taste was metallic in your mouth, but your teeth didn’t budge. you didn't want miles over anymore, but it was far too late to tell him to turn around. it's not like he'd check his phone while he was driving, anyway.

“i keep losing you, girl."

you had forgotten all about nae for a second, her voice grounding you back to earth. you exhaled, your breath coming out unsteady. “miles is on his way over. after i talk to him, i’ll call you and you can come over then.”

“okay, babe,” nae nodded with a gentle sigh.

“do… lani and sasha know?” “no, they don’t,” nae denied. “i wouldn’t tell them before you.”

you pressed your lips together and silence engulfed your kitchen. you let your mind wander some more. after all this was over and done with, you'd have to explain to all of your loved ones that miles cheated on you. the very thought of having to tell everyone—your family, your friends, your dad—it embarrassed you. you couldn't stomach the very thought, so you exhaled deeply, opting to take it one step at a time. nae spoke again. “listen, if you don’t call or text me in, like, an hour, ima come over there.”

“okay," you nodded.

“remember that you deserve nothing but the best of the best. i love you so much, okay?”

“i know,” you tried to convene a smile. “i love you more.”

you hung up the phone and rid of any stray tears on your face. after nae's face vanished from your screen, you were left staring at you and your boyfriend's message thread. without putting much thought into it, you began to type.

‘cool, i’m jus—'

your fingers froze. you couldn’t text miles. he didn’t deserve anything so little as acknowledgment. you repeatedly hit backspace until the bar was blank and shut off your cell.

you sat idly on one of the kitchen stools behind the counter, your instant ramen long forgotten about. in the moment, you were feeling indifferent as a result of shock. still, you knew yourself better. when miles finally confessed his sins, you’d want to scream. you’d bombard him with a million questions at once, only to angrily invalidate any explanation that passed through his adulterous lips. you’d want to burn every handwritten love letter, every piece of clothing, and every gift, because they all meant nothing now.

he was a liar, and he knew it. if you could kill a man and face no consequences, miles might’ve been gone before he even walked through your door.

while you waited for him, you sat there and tortured yourself in thought. you couldn’t help it. was this planned? was this the first time? had he always thought of her like this? did he wish you were her when he was with you?

when you’d exhausted all of those questions, you began to think back to your own actions and behavior as you scrolled up on your texts with him.

maybe i said something that upset him? but i think he would've told me... right..? or have i been distant? no, that’s not possible. we talk every day. is he bored of me? is that it? am i boring? none of these texts are showing signs of boredom, so what is it?

you'd soon resorted to flipping through the pages in your diary. you were really good about documenting your day-to-day life. if something happened with miles in the past that your brain wouldn’t let you dig up in the moment, surely you would’ve written it there. the pad of your index finger slid across the rough pages as your anguished eyes skimmed the entries. ten minutes in, you still couldn’t find a thing. you'd give anything for a straightforward answer, but you knew it wasn't going to come from miles himself.

when you heard a key grinding into the keyhole of the front door, you slammed your diary shut and jumped off of the stool, knocking it over in the process. you sprinted upstairs to your bedroom, shoving the journal under your pillow. as you trailed out of your room, you closed the door behind you and braced yourself for the worst.

you shuffled back to the kitchen and picked up the stool from the floor, setting it upright. you caught a glimpse of miles unlacing his jordans at the front door. this was real.

“hey. i thought you’d still be in bed,” miles grinned as he approached you, spreading his arms for a hug. he wasn’t in his costume, but in a red hoodie and black sweats. he must’ve gone home to change. his costume probably smelled like arielle’s designer strawberry-scented perfume, the one everyone compliments her on. she never shuts up about it.

“hi,” you whispered, accepting his hug in an attempt to seem normal. “i was, but i got hungry. how was the party?”

miles smelled like his favorite cologne, except the scent was unusually potent. it wasn't faded in the slightest like it normally was after he'd been out and around other people. the deplorable amount of effort he was making just to mask the truth infuriated you. it angered you even more that he clearly wasn't planning on telling you anything. if you hadn't seen it yourself, you might've never known.

“it was ight,” he shrugged, loosening his grip on you after a couple of seconds. you hated yourself for wanting to hug him for just a little while longer. he sure as hell didn’t deserve it, but for all you knew, that was the last time you’d be in his embrace. he let his hands fall down to your waist instead and it made you shiver on contact knowing he had his hands on arielle's waist not even a full hour ago. “would’ve been better with you there, y’know. you feelin’ okay now?"

“mostly, yeah,” you responded blandly, your throat tight and your voice fairly groggy. “still a bit tired.”

you didn’t know how to bring it up. this wasn't something you could beat around the bush about. you found yourself deep in thought. so deep to the point where you didn't notice that miles had started talking. you were busy staring off into space with half-lidded eyes, way past his gaze. he clocked it and moved his head so that your eyes were boring into his by force, his eyebrows lowering in concern.

“is everything okay?”

you cleared your throat and gently pushed his arms off your waist, stepping back as you began to blink back tears. there was no easing into it. standing there in front of miles pretending like everything was okay was already bad enough. it felt like you were twisting the knife that he plunged into your chest. eyes glossy, you swallowed hard and batted your lashes a few more times, desperately trying to rid of the tears that threatened to spill.

“i know you kissed arielle at the party,” you barely managed to speak the full sentence, your voice cracking when you spoke her name. “and i’m confused.”

miles’ eyebrows knitted to be one as if this news stunned him. you wished you could hear all his thoughts from start to finish after you spoke. you wanted to know whether he was planning to lie or tell the truth. would he gaslight you or admit to his wrongdoings? you wouldn’t find out now because you didn’t give him an option. this already hurt enough and it would end the same either way.

“nae told me. and she sent me pictures.”

silence fell between the two of you. it felt like it was eating you from the inside. the chirping of the crickets outside and the noise from the refrigerator running slightly compensated for it. not much.

“i just wanna know why you did it. and why her? why the girl that hates me with every last atom in her body?” you broke the silence, shrugging your shoulders. you were hugging your arms, rubbing them in an up-and-down motion as if you were cold.

miles was dumbfounded, guilt painting his features. he couldn’t meet your eyes anymore. you wondered what you would say if you were in his shoes, but it didn’t give you any insight because you knew you'd never do this to him, so you gave up. instead, you stared at the neat middle part in between his two signature braids that cascaded down the back of his head, down to his shoulders. you’d braided his hair only a couple days ago, back when nothing seemed impossible—nothing like now.

though he wasn’t, miles’ hair still looked clean, freshly done even. what if arielle had redone his braids for him? she did say she was practicing, and she'd made it a goal to practice on him. you mentally cursed yourself for worrying about something as minuscule as miles' braids at a time like this. you didn't want to give yourself another reason to freak, but your brain wouldn’t let you rest. not even in silence. if miles wasn’t going to give you an answer, you’d send him on his way and come up with one by yourself.

“i don’t know why i did it,” he finally retorted.

“oh, word?” you laughed humorlessly. you were trying not to slap the hell out of his shamefully beautiful face. “it happened not even two hours ago. you know why you did it. your memory is sharp, it always has been, so tell me.”

miles exhaled, rubbing the palm of his hand on his forehead. “look, she came onto me while i was grabbing a soda. it was a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing! it didn’t mean any—“

“that’s what they all say, morales,” you cut him off with a scoff. “it didn’t mean anything but somehow you traveled from the kitchen downstairs to a spare bedroom upstairs so you could swap spit without anyone catching you?!” miles tried to speak, but you cut him off again. “were you even gonna tell me? because you came up in here acting like shit was sweet as if you weren’t just making out with the girl you swore i’d never have to worry about, meanwhile, i was home, sick! a fucking cold, miles!”

“i wasn’t gonna keep it to myself. i didn’t wanna hurt you,” miles said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “it wasn’t gonna happen again, i swear.”

none of the words miles spoke were convincing enough for you in the slightest, so you disregarded them.

“did i do something to you? are you holding a grudge about something and trying to get me back?!” you yelled, your voice trembling.

“no, it has nothing to do with you!” he hollered back, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was stressed out. he had no right.

“so then why the fuck would you go and do this shit?!” you were silent for a few seconds, chest heaving up and down while your heart beat out of your chest. your breath was sprinting away from you and you were trying to catch it. "it's bad enough that you kissed another girl, but arielle?"

miles pleaded, “it was a mistake.”

“damn right it was!” you narrowed your eyes to slits. “i can’t believe i trusted you, like, seriously. you’re sick.”

“i let you down, princessa, i know, i’m—“

“sorry?” you finished his sentence, folding your arms. you were far more angry than sad now. “miles, you weren’t sorry when you were kissing her. don’t be sorry now either. you were gonna kiss me with her bright pink lipgloss dried on your lips like it was nothing. you were gonna sit here and play me like i'm stupid. you were never gonna tell me!”

miles couldn’t counter that. he knew you were right, so it was back to uncomfortable silence apart from your hefty breathing and sniffles. miles had never seen you so angry. you'd never seen yourself so angry. there was no one else to blame but miles. you had no idea where to go from there. it was only after you asked the question that you were about to ask on impulse that you realized you should’ve wrapped this up many minutes before.

“is this the only time this has happened?”

miles was hesitant, his eyes growing wider. “yes!” he spat.

miles had a tell—not just his disinclination to answer your question the way he normally would, but also the way his eyebrows would position as if he wasn’t so sure himself. his teeth would clench behind his sealed lips, but you could tell because his jaw was tight and he swallowed hard, and he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands.

you knew all of this about miles, yet you felt like you were gazing into the eyes of a stranger.

this wasn’t the miles you fell in love with.

you muttered under your breath, “you know what? i’m wasting your time... and my own. you won’t have an answer that’s both truthful and something i wanna hear. we’re done, you and i. give me the key and get the hell out.”

“mami, come on—“

“nigga, deuces! i said leave!” you snapped as you backed away from him, holding your hand out.

miles dug deep in the right pocket of his black sweats, handing you the key. you flinched when your skin made contact with his. you didn't hesitate to trap the key in the palm of your hand, dropping your arm back down by your side. miles sighed to himself and trudged to the door to lace his shoes back up. you didn't even watch him leave, opting to turn around and battle the tears threatening to spill from your eyes instead. when you finally heard the front door shut, you rushed to lock it. you turned around and pressed your back to the door, face twisted in pure disbelief.

this was real.

you slid down to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest, your cries echoing through your empty house. you’d never been more grateful that your father was gone for the weekend. miles wouldn’t have heard the end of it. at least now you had time to make up some lie to cover for miles' ass, and it'd be the last damn time.

not even five minutes passed before someone knocked on the front door three times and you sniffled. miles was going to drive you insane. “go the fuck away!”

“it’s me, baby,” a muffled voice said from outside, but it’s one you recognize, and it’s most definitely not miles.

you wiped your tears with the sleeve of miles’ hoodie and stood up, twisting the lock to open the door for your best friend. she was holding a box of pizza in her hand with a tote bag strap over her shoulder.

“you’re early,” you mumbled, one of your hands pressed against the rim of the door.

“i ubered home and got my car. when i got here, i just parked and waited,” nae pushed past you. you closed the door and locked it again, following her to the kitchen, where she set the box of pizza down on the countertop. “you wouldn’t have called me either way. i know you.”

she was right. you weren’t mad at her for being there though. she had always been so good to you.

nae walked over to the dining table and placed her tote bag in one of the chairs. “i brought your favorite type of pizza, and i stopped by the store to grab some snacks and soda. those are still in my car though, so—”

“i don’t think i can stomach anything right now,” you stated as you rubbed your arm. “i broke up with miles.”

saying that out loud felt weird. and final.

“oh, my love,” nae’s brows lowered and she shuffled over to you with open arms. she wrapped them around you and you did the same, sighing into her shoulder. you really didn't want to cry.

it hadn’t been long and you were already over feeling the way you did. you wanted to fast forward to the part where you got over miles for good. as an attempt to console you, nae was rubbing your back in a circular motion.

“you did the right thing,” she spoke lowly.

you withdrew from the hug and slightly opened your mouth, fixing to ask nae a question only god knew how to answer. “why did he do it though?”

she led you to the couch in your living room and sat you down, massaging her thumb over yours in a back-and-forth motion as your hand stayed clasped in hers. you stared down at your lap, sniffling every couple of seconds and swiping away stray tears.

“boys are just greedy, babe,” she shook her head. “so very greedy. they want it all. there are so many different reasons why people cheat. it’s difficult to pinpoint just one. my random guess is that… miles has issues?"

“issues?”

“mm-hmm,” she hummed. “internally. maybe he's insecure about himself, i don't know. whatever it is, it doesn’t justify infidelity. you were more than enough, it was him who was lacking."

“i don't get it. i mean, none of this makes any sense… unless i'm blind or stupid, it came out of nowhere. literal thin air. and when i asked, he said he didn't know why he kissed her,” you muttered.

nae sighed. “even if he isn't lying, he still did it.”

“i know,” you nodded. “and i'm sure it wasn't the first time. that’s why i left him.”

“and i’m so proud of you for that,” nae gave your hand a tight squeeze. “walking away isn’t easy for anyone. it takes forever for some people, but you did it just like that.”

“yeah, well, i kinda had to. it’s bad enough that arielle is gonna rub it in my face until we graduate, and even after that, she’ll probably find a way to .”

“there won’t be any of that,” nae promised. “miles isn’t going to take her seriously—if he even takes her at all. he lost you because of what he did with that bitch. he won’t even be able to look at her without feeling guilty.”

“she can have him, i don’t care either way,” you scoffed. that was a lie. you did care. you cared more than you’d let on if you ever even admit it.

“yeah, you do,” nae raised an eyebrow as if she had effortlessly read your mind. “let yourself feel. it’s how you’ll heal.”

“oh, i’m feeling alright. i’m weighing the pros and cons of murder,” you shakily exhaled, balling up your fists and closing your eyes. “i can’t believe this nigga. seriously.”

“i’d help you, but i’m not going to jail for him and neither are you.”

you let out a soft sigh, your gaze now fixed on your lap. the tears welling up in your eyes were beginning to cloud your vision. how someone could throw away so many years of loving one another so easily was so far beyond you.

“nae, i’ve been with miles for so long. he’s always been there—i don’t know how to be without him. he’s why i gave love a chance after swearing not to... now he’s shattered my perception of it. the worst part is i should hate him, but i don't. somehow, i still love him and—”

“hey,” nae cut you off. “that’s normal. how you feel is normal.”

you sniffled. “is it?"

“pshh, girl, yeah,” nae assured you, flicking out her wrist. “listen, breakups are terrible. you’re gonna cry and scream. you’re gonna wish you never met him. you’re going to go through old texts, swipe through old photos, and mope in his hoodies. all of that is okay. the worst thing you could ever do to yourself is force yourself not to feel,” nae paused. “if this is who he really is, then it's not your loss. i know it doesn't feel like that right now, but trust me... it just takes time. i don't know how long, but i know my best friend, so no matter how long it takes, you’ll be better than good without miles. i promise." "i'm still gonna miss him," you muttered, sniffling and drying your tears as they fell. nae wrapped her arm around you and exhaled. you sobbed into her shoulder, releasing all the pent-up frustration you'd been concealing in the name of keeping your cool. you'd never felt so inconsolable in your life. "i know, babe. i know."

❤︎₊ ⊹

it was late. 3:28am. time had never moved so slowly. you were genuinely considering calling 911 and telling them you were suffering from a heart attack. you were thoroughly convinced that this was damn near the same exact thing.

the moon wasn’t full tonight, but a waning crescent. it reflected you and how soulless and dejected you felt. the moonshine bleeding through your curtains was also the only source of light you would tolerate, the rest of your bedroom completely dark. you lay on your side facing the window, allowing the icy gusts of wind to hit your face. you were practically drowning in a sea of blankets all while still being in miles’ black hoodie.

nae was gone. she’d left about two hours ago, but not before suffocating you in countless hugs and forcing you to eat a slice of pizza and drink two glasses of water, despite your not wanting to ingest anything due to your unwavering nausea. you told her you’d be okay alone. you knew you wouldn’t and so did she, but you wanted to be alone, so she gave you your space and promised to check in on you when the sun rose. you loved nae dearly and you'd never take her for granted. you felt lucky to have such a kindhearted best friend.

you'd been in a 1v1 with your thoughts for a while now. your phone was powered off and shut away in one of your nightstand drawers to help resist urges. you hated that you wanted to call miles, but you did. you wanted to scream at him. belittle him until you just couldn’t anymore. and you wanted him to sit there and watch you do it without protest. you wanted him to be honest and tell you the truth. you wanted him to promise it would never happen again, and then you wanted to curl up under the covers of your bed with him and sob in his arms while he planted kisses on your forehead, apologizing profusely. you wanted him to tell you he loved you until you believed it again.

you couldn’t do any of that—you wouldn’t. it’d mean you have no respect for yourself. it felt like you hardly had any now, so you needed to keep the scarce amount that remained.

your thoughts were blank and sporadic all at once. you’d never been through a breakup, but you had a rough idea of how these things go, so you spent some time mapping it out in your head.

you'd eventually have to meet up to exchange one another's belongings. maybe rio would apologize on miles’ behalf and say she’d always love you. she’d call you a couple times a week. the calls would eventually come slower and grow more infrequent. soon, the calls wouldn’t come at all. even if there was the acknowledgment that rio’s arms were always open for you, they’d still feel closed. you'd treat them as such.

you'd barely eat because you couldn't stomach a single thing. you'd rot in your bed and binge all your favorite movies and shows. you'd go to war with the urge to run back to miles. you'd read old diary entries where you were gushing about how much you loved him and how amazing he was to you. you'd look back at old photos and videos. you'd reread old texts until you were sobbing so hard that you couldn't breathe.

you'd write letters that nobody was ever going to see and all the tears you shed would smudge the black ink and ruin your fancy penmanship. you'd lie to your dad and tell him that your relationship had just run its course and that you and miles needed to work on yourselves. your friends would check in on you, and of course, you'd tell them that you were okay every time, even if that was the furthest from that.

word gets around fast. when this dreadful weekend was over and monday crept up on you, you'd have to return to school and deal with the piercing stares and shameless gossip. you weren't ready for any of it, because now, everyone at school would know you as the girl who got cheated on by her long-term boyfriend for arielle. rumors would spread. words would be twisted and lies would be told, both about you and miles. in retrospect, it was all the more embarrassing for miles, but you still felt utterly humiliated. not to mention that you had no doubt in your mind that arielle was ready to run to his defense, preferably by kicking you when you're down.

sometimes, just for a fleeting moment, you'd forget about it all and your mind would go quiet. your heart wouldn't swell in longing and you wouldn't feel sick to your stomach. it never did last long before the same thoughts you desperately wanted to leave you alone started to pester you again. "but you two seemed so in love!" nosy girls at your school masking their prying motives behind what they thought were "supportive words" would soon tell you. the worst part is that you'd never know how to respond, because you thought you and miles were in love too. he was your sun and you were his moon. how could you so quickly forget that the sun didn't need the moon to shine, it was the other way around? you thought it was and always would be your heart tethered to his, but now you were left with a broken chain and a heartache.

you thought things would be different with miles. you truly did. now you knew that anyone could screw you over even if they crossed their heart. there weren't any exceptions, not anymore. miles proved that you can do everything right and still get done wrong. it wasn't fair. you should've known you weren't exempt from something like this happening, yet you still let yourself believe you were. maybe you jinxed it, or maybe you thought your case was special. maybe you thought this would never happen because you believed you were special. you only did because he made you feel that way.

you were sick and tired of brooding over your misfortune. you rolled onto your back with a frustrated groan and gaped at your ceiling, the cold air from outside still blowing against the side of your face. as exhausted as you were, sleep just wouldn't grant you sanction in its assuaging embrace.

what hurt the most is that you were so sure that you'd bagged a kind of love that was for the books. the kind of love you thought you could only dream about. though you weren't searching for him, the stars sent you miles morales. in your eyes, he was perfect. you loved and adored him, and swore he was your soulmate, made just for you. he was godsent and you never wanted to let him go, until tonight, when you learned that you were never the one who needed to hold on to begin with.

you came to the humbling conclusion that maybe the reason people told tales of faultless love was because real love was far too sickening to bear. it was merely a way to cope. nothing more, nothing less. maybe "happily ever after" had been a hoax all along. all the fairytales you had read growing up always began with “once upon a time”, but your story with miles ended with it, because loving him was easy—once upon a time.

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summary: icl this is just one of my many headcannons - don’t judge.

notes: first post of ‘24. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY LOVELIES! you all hold a special place in my heart, and i hope y’all enjoy xoxo stay blessed <3 it’s a day late but life has rly been lifing…

song rec: ‘TANTRUM!’ - destin conrad

slivers of sunlight pierced through the bedroom curtains. despite the warm rays, it was still a chill morning in feb; you were always cold and so your boyfriend’s insane body heat created such a balance in the bedroom. you woke up, smiling in his embrace, your hand on his bare chest as he lightly snored. you began to trace your fingers on his pecs, which woke him up. ‘hmm,’ your bf groaned ‘happy v day baby boy.’ he said to you, tightening his grip. he kissed your forehead as you sighed ‘happy valentine’s bubs.’ you made out with him so hard, it was pretty early but somehow you woke that man right up. it was surprisingly sloppy, and as you broke away, your bf panted heavily in lust. “imma get started us something to eat, don’t miss me too much.” you said, but before you could get up, he dragged you back in. ‘nah, nah, babe, get back here,’ as he gestured to his wood. ‘you got me all excited.’ you both giggled like school kids. you stared seductively, smirking at his agape mouth, salivating with lust, ‘and i should care because…’ your sarcasm never fazed your man because he always knew how to deal with your brattiness.

‘you’re such a fucking tease, you know that,’ he smiled grabbing your hand to cradle his package with him. ‘acting like you don’t want it.’ your heart began palpitating, he knew how to make you such a subby mess with his hunter eyes. ‘acting like your hand can do better than my mouth’ you snapped back at him, moving out of your trance. ‘touché,’ he responded. ‘y/n, are you really gonna make me ask?’ he groaned out of sleep, as you playfully messed with his hair. you licked your lips. ‘please baby…’ he pouted, pulling on your heart strings. ‘since when did i become the dom?’ you joke making yourself cackle, to which you silenced yourself seeing your bf’s hardened face with cocked eyebrows. you probably shouldn’t have said that. ‘oh please, you know that i can and will destroy you’ he boasted rightly. ‘i just think it’s funny seeing your cute ass try.’ you knew he wasn’t wrong; his biceps alone would always accidentally crush you into the bed whenever y’all were in prone bone. ‘jokes aside, you got work to do’ he whispered into your ear as he kissed your cheek. you loved when he took control in the bedroom, never more so when you gave him head.

‘damn, i will never get tired of those lips on my tip.’ he growled, as you removed his drawers, and kitten licked the slit of his cock head. your boyfriend propped his neck up with some pillows as he put his hands behind his head, ready to enjoy the show. you started massaging his balls as his thumb grazed your cheek. ‘such a good boy,’ he praised. you tasted the saltiness of his skin, a mix of his precum and your spit. his thick mast was quite an effort to get into your mouth. you came up for air, staring at your work, ‘i always underestimate how chunky you are.’ you confessed. you licked the protruding vein that ran all the way down to his pubes. you attempted to deepthroat him, you got 5 inches down with ease, but the remaining 3 proved difficult.

you kept persevering, eyes teary, mouth out stretched. you came up after slightly gagging, causing what felt like buckets of drool to congeal on his pubes. it was a hot mess, a mess that lowkey turned him on. ‘my greedy, little cocksucker,’ he consoled you in a taunting tone, ‘take your time, i ain’t going nowhere.’ cradling your head as you attempted once more. you weren’t nearly as experienced as your man, but he made sure to guide you every step of the way. ‘that’s my boy,’ he praises, watching you devour his dick inch by inch. you lit up, emboldened to take all of him. ‘fuuuuuuuck,’ your boyfriend groaned in ecstasy as his tip hit the back of your throat. you groaned at the base of his pole, vibrating your tongue on the underside of his schlong.

his profanity flipped a switch in you. you began making loud suction noises, using your hands to create a vacuum. your movements rivalled that of a sex machine. his quads involuntarily spasmed as he, not even a minute later, began thrusting upwards into your mouth, groaning incoherently. he erupted so heavily, painting his lower abdomen and your entire throat a milky white. ‘shit babe, where’d you learn to do that?’ he questioned gasping for air. ‘i mean, you practically tease how much of a virgin i am, gotta switch things up from time to time.’ your face saddened. your boyfriend sat up and pulled u closer to him. ‘y/n, i’m sorry for making fun of you,’ he stares adoringly, ashamed he made you feel small. ‘truth is, i love the fact i can take my time with you, and not have to worry about you losing interest.’ he starts to vent, a lil teary, but he doesn’t let you see. ‘oh no, don’t cry my love, you know i always cry too.’ you both chuckled as your own vision blurred with the welling of tears. ‘fucking hell y/n. why are we crying on what’s supposed to be the most romantic day of the year.’ he stared into your eyes. ‘i promise to hold and cherish you til the day i die, you’re mine baby.

the two of you sat there, enjoying the silence and staring at each other. ‘i know and i love you too, i just don’t want you to feel like you always gotta coddle me when we have sex.’ you sheepishly admitted. your man was completely shocked. ‘are you kidding rn? i do NOT coddle you AT ALL.’ he replied. ‘so why do you always make us take breaks, if not to get me relaxed?’ your bf scratched the back of his head embarrassed. ‘erm, that’s more for me than you.’ you looked up at him confused. ‘i don’t know what’s wrong with me, in all my other relationships, i could last for hours, but the minute i’m even inside you, i just bust immediately, and something just comes over me.’ you blushed, ‘well…let’s put that to the test shall we?’ you muttered pulling him in for a deep kiss. he removed your linen trousers and the crop top you were wearing. as the two of you were now naked, he spread your legs and grabbed lube from the bedside table. smearing it on his dick, your puckering hole and fingering you with three digits to get rid of the excess. looking in awe at how shiny his big dick was, you started salivating. ‘that amount of precum is insane,’ watching as he made pools of release on your stomach. ‘shit, sorry for the mess,’ he smirked like an artist at work. ‘but i will admit, seeing that much cum on your belly makes me wanna put a baby in you.’

‘AHHH!’ you gasped loudly, as he pushed his entire length into you with no warning ‘why tf would you do that?’ playfully slapping his chest. ‘couldn’t wait.’ he starkly claims, thrusting slow and deep. you began milking his cock, clenching your walls around him as he attempted to pull out. ‘damnnnnn, fuuuhck, right there’ you moaned, egging him on to pick up the pace. his low-hanging, hairy, big, cum-filled balls, slapped loudly at your entrance. writhing beneath him, your lover turned animalistic, ‘you like that huh,’ to which you were to cockdrunk to respond, all you could do was not emphatically. ‘TAKE IT. TAKE THAT BIG DICK.’ you pulled him in closer, raking your nails on his back as he bit into your collarbone. ‘I don’t, don’t, know, h-how l-long i can keep gooooing, FUCK.’ you screamed, as he relentlessly pounded your poor hole with no regard for your ability to walk after. ‘me too baby, cum with me, cum for me.’ he demanded, moaning into your kiss. you came, emboldened by the pressure of your boyfriend’s abs, all over your chest. he followed soon after, staying still for what felt like ages, as if he was knotted to you.

he went soft. ‘and that’s what happens.’ he snuggled up to you as he plugged your ass with his fingers, to save some kind for round two.

@gayaristocrat

#gay #smut #bottom male reader #male bottom reader #male bottom #male x male #gay male #gay reader #gay smut #gay love

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mindblowingscience · 4 months

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A new brain imaging study in mice suggests that sleep may not help flush out the brain of toxins and everyday waste products, challenging what scientists have called a 'Nobel-prize winning idea' of neuroscience. "The field has been so focused on the clearance idea as one of the key reasons why we sleep, that we were very surprised to observe the opposite in our results," says Nick Franks, a neuroscientist at Imperial College London (ICL) who co-led the study. Sleep, although mysterious, has many possible benefits, from consolidating memories to improving mental health that we shouldn't dismiss. But hot on the heels of the (now contested) amyloid hypothesis, which describes how clumps of proteins build-up in the brains of people with Alzheimer's disease, sleep is thought to help the brain clear away the day's waste.

#Science #Biology #Neurology #Brains #Sleep #Alzheimers

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fullsunised · 11 months

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nct dream reaction when you get drunk (i’m drunk rn watching a movie and giggling) i thought this would be cute

𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞!

❝ 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ❞

𝖭𝖢𝖳 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬²³: 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖸𝖮𝖴'𝖱𝖤 𝖣𝖱𝖴𝖭𝖪

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

a/n: welp inspiration randomly struck me yesterday and here it is. apologies for the inactivity, hope yall doing well!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

he's laughing his ass off the whole time. the infamous giggles never leave him, all while he's taking care of you. he always complains about you drinking over thr limit but bro does he adore this side of you.

honestly I only see him do the laughing his ass off part more than the taking care of you and putting you to bed part. is sending videos of you being stupid to his family.

during your hangover tho, you're basically defending yourself in the family groupchat while mark is yet again laughing at your cute ass.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

sighs and sighs. bro is frustrated icl. he's always telling you to not drink more than what you can take but obviously when did you ever listen to him. is complaining under his breathe, while taking care of you.

makes sure to remove your makeup off, your shoes off, your clothes off and change you into something comfortable. but at a point he'd grow so tired of it, he just let's you figure your shit out the next morning.

which is basically you sitting on the kitchen stools groaning due to the pain in your head, while he watches you suffer (makes you hangover soup)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

he most likely would stop you from drinking before you get worse, but on those days where he thinks you deserve to get drunk asf, he's a sweetie.

does every single thing for you and honestly doesn't say no to anything your drunk self asks him.icecream? yes. shower? yes. sex? yes. kisses and cuddles? yes. literally anything. bro just let's you live while he's there taking care of you, making sure you don't hurt yourself. puts you to bed, and admires your passed out self.

morning would be waking up to his kisses, going to get breakfast together or maybe going on a run to wake your brain up.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

bro is drinking with you man. he thinks it's unfair only one of you gets drunk, and the other stuck taking care of the other. both of you would be long gone messes, messing about on the streets- but there are times you come home drunk from work.

then he's honestly just letting you pass out. of course, he let's you wrap your arms around him like a koala, and snore to death. also, he's gonna click funny asf pictures, like from every angle, legit makes an album as well.

morning comes and both of you are groaning, him because his hand is sore and you because your head. you take your pills and go on about your day, except his teasing is increased.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

absolute sweetheart </3 literally picks you up from the door, drops you onto the bed, brings hot water to clean you up, gives you water to drink, listens to you rant about everything and anything. is like prepared for it because you warn him first hand lol.

just like jeno, he too would agree to anything. movie watching, game playing, cooking- anything literally. coos at you the whole time, mentally saves this image of you in his head because no matter how many sides of you he's seen, this would be his favourite.

breakfast in bed, princess ;)) would get you pills, some soup, some good food all at your service. bro get me a jaemin :(

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

literal menace. all he does half of the time is record. atp his phone doesn't have enough storage due to the shit ton of video and photo content he has on you. his top priority would be to laugh at your stupidity and maybe post it online.

his second poa probably would be to put you to sleep. he legit finds you so adorable and so annoying both at the same time. literally shoves your face onto the pillow and forces you to sleep. has his airpods on, scrolling and you're next to him snoring. comfort fr.

boy doesn't do shit in the morning, or so he complains but still does it for you anyways cause he loves you too much.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

literally looses his mind. didn't know you had this side in you, and honestly he loves it, but the stress dominates the love- the stress of taking care of you perfectly. literally googles shit every single time even if he has done that before.

follows every step, does everything you ask and when you finally fall asleep blud just releases the longest sigh of his life. falls next to you his arm draped over figure. kisses your forehead, and drifts off to sleep himself.

bro googles how to make hangover soup, but gives up and orders it. literally does his best every time.

©️FULLSUNISED.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Aizawa x class 1-A reader when he finds out reader is also doing vigilante work? I’ve always wondered how he would feels about that

Icl I feel like he would understand tbh like he was probably doing the exact same thing before his career took off. He has a very strong moral standpoint so I figure he would place justice above legality but hes still a teacher and would have to disapprove but he wouldn't be like angry??

I feel like this was portrayed in the anime but it's been a hot minute since I've watched it - what do you think? :D

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

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𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

Dark circles decorate your eyes as you sit slouched at the desk before class starts. Sleep had eluded you as you spent the night with your parents, helping them feed into their warped, self-indulgent sense of justice by doing vigilante work.

Usually, you'd consider yourself to be at a strong, good moral standpoint, focused on doing good by the people rather than focusing on legality and logistics. But to be quite honest, this self-righteous act of "freeing the people" is starting to become exhausting. It's actually getting on your nerves, really.

You love your parents, but they can be very, exhaustingly eccentric at times, and sometimes outright smug. It's absolutely infuriating. It's so difficult to watch that it hurts, and the more you think about it, the more bitter you begin to feel.

Or maybe this is just the exhaustion talking. Who knows?

It feels like you're just sacrificing little pieces of yourself at this point, giving your body and soul to some 'vigilante work' and your training to persue your career as a hero.

Aizawa is the first to notice the change in your attitude. He is the first to realise that you may be burning out, and he's the first to genuinely worry about you.

As your teacher, and considering the amount of security hazards your class has been subject to in the last year, Aizawa is well within his right to keep tabs on all of you and your home lives. He knows your secret.

After class ends, you're pulled aside by your teacher.

Part of you wants to cry. What is it this time? A failed test? Maybe a lecture on missed homework.

Apparently not. And judging by the look on his face, it's much more serious than a missed assignment. He looks... genuinely concerned, which is an expression you've gotten to see far too many times than you should have to. Wow, you think. The poor guy deserves a break.

"I know what you've been doing every other night, so don't bother trying to lie. I want to say that I'm proud you're taking your hero work so seriously, but don't you think you're overdoing it? Maybe even just a little? You're exhausting yourself, and pretty soon you're going to burn out. Did you even sleep last night?"

Oh, like he can talk about sleep and burnout of all things.

And really, he can. But the brewing bitterness and hostility inside of you is starting to bubble, and you can feel in the back of your throat that a breakdown is imminent. God, don't cry. Please, not now, of all times.

Shiny, salty tears start to collect at your waterline, and the tired teacher lets out a defeated sigh, placing his hand on your shoulder. It's an oddly comforting gesture, really.

"I-... I just want to help... My parents will go out with or without me- and they're not very experienced- so I just worry that if I'm not there, something will happen..."

"Look... The first part of helping is knowing how to best help yourself. Look after yourself, or you might not live long enough to see yourself become the hero you've always wanted to be... Youre a hero, not a martyr - the self sacrifice isn't necessary yet."

Wise words from a man who's seen it all.

He looks disappointed in you, at the very least, but there's a spark of pride in his eye for his tryhard students who do the best they can, and even if you don't see it yet, you will soon enough.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #mha fluff #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #platonic aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader fluff #dadzawa

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theemporium · 10 months

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Okay but little leclerc choosing a suit for max is so sweet. I'd like to think that she goes for a dark blue/navy colour (obviously to match with redbull) but also maybe gets him a three piece suit, with a vest and all (because that would be so hot icl)

And she gets a dress to match him (which means she's also wearing dark blue) which pisses charles of a little bit😂 and they both just stick together the entire night.

There are so many pictures online after the ceremony of max(on his way home) without the suit jacket, the tie undone a little bit, the vest unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair messy and cheeks a little flushed from the alcohol. He also has the sweetest smile on his face as he looks to little leclerc and helps her into the car

I just know that everyone would lose their minds seeing this man out of that redbull kit, and in this dark blue and black three piece suit, especially after expecting him in his usual tux

🐣

NOT THE SLEEVES ROLLED UP AGSHSBSJEVSJSBSB

okay but them coming home and he goes to start taking it off but she stops him and kinda pushes him down onto the couch before straddling his lap

and max is so confused but she’s pouting like, “no, let me enjoy this a little longer, you look hot”

and honestly? max’s head goes absolutely blank. this boy is just overwhelmed by the way she’s kissing him senseless and rocking her hips against his. and this boy is genuinely ready to wear a suit every day if it gets her this worked up🫠

#cece answers #max+little leclerc.thots #🐣.anon

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twistedsocials · 3 months

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I have the weirdest fucking question about the socmed au HELPP I totally understand if your don't wanna answer it 💀

So... In Idia's post where he tagged Azul in the yaoi meme... Who did he envision in which role... Was he the little one or the big one HELPFF-

That one killed me btw I'm dead I was cackling /pos

Probably the big one 💀

Not in a weird sexual way btw like he just thinks “how will me and Azul-shi be interpreted in a fanon way” and knows immediately (this man KNOWS how fanon works. Trust me.).

I didn’t really think on that his until now icl 😭

I need to draw them as the “hot yaoi base” omg

#🪐#📩⭐️#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #idiazul

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junior-april · 1 year

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Armin headcanons

More headcanons/masterlist

This is all mainly bf!armin headcanons but a few general ones

-He defo likes to do skincare/facemasks with you

-Lowk a gamer ibsr he likes to try teach you how to play his favourite games,, if ur bad at the game he just laughs with you but if you're good at it he gets a bit petty bc it'll always happen - like he'll introduce you to a game only for you to sweat it out and level up higher than him LMAO

-Speaking of armin and computers, he is canonically a coding nerd (real bc i said so) whenever you're on a computer and hes navigating something for you he always does that thing where he half cages you in by having one hand on your mouse while leans over you rly close to ur side? am i making sense???? omg or he rests his head on your shoulder or your head

-He is smart and 10000% does study sessions with you which are actually productive bc he doesnt have the heart to distract you bc he genuinely wants u to succeed academically with him lol

-You guys both keep track of what you watch together like you'll have set shows etc that you only watch together like if they come out weekly or smt theyre cheeky little regular dates

-Like i've mentioned before he can vv much cook well food but when he does take you out to eat he picks vv nice restaurants

-He can take good pictures of you they always make the cut for ur insta posts or wtv,, like he rly gets into it telling u to pose and getting into 4 different positions for the best angles LMAO

-He is clingy like in general like hes always just resting on you or having his arm around you while doing regular things like if hes a bit tired hes just lying on your shoulder or if you're busy and hes abt to go to bed he'll

-When hugging he always unintentionally inhales aggressively into ur hair bc he thinks it smells nice it makes you laugh

-He defo hugs you with his arms over your shoulders and his hands either on ur each shoulder or one hand on ur head and another holding ur back

-Whenever you give him like a rly thoughtful and nice gift he always just gets flustered and can tear up of the gifts good enough💀 hes just vv sentimental LMAO

-When he senses ur in a bad mood hes so cutesy abt it like he’d defo try google ‘how to help sad gf’😭😭😭 then he’d just offer to coddle you bc its all he can think of to make u feel less bad

-idk if its a hot take but hes not a morning person, like he’ll purposely laze around in bed until noon if ur with him bc his bed is 10000% comfier than anything

-speaking of his room he doesnt acc decorate like the best hes just very basic normal with his place

-this is just how i picture his bed icl hes a simple guy🤷‍♀️

My requests r open for anything u can ask me any specific headcanons for eren or any character aswell!! Tysm for reading 🫶🫶

#attack on titan #armin aot #armin fluff #armin arlet x reader #armin x y/n #armin headcanons #armin x reader #armin arlert #headcanons #aot headcanons

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realcube · 2 months

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YOU GOT: KENMA KOZUME (time-skip)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @bobateagojo

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'My love languages are acts of service, quality time & physical touch.'

𓆩♡𓆪 kenma is likely the same except replace act of service with gift giving (bc he's too lazy to do anything lol)

𓆩♡𓆪 the frequency of each one varies

𓆩♡𓆪 i'd say before he gets hella rich , quality time would be his main one

𓆩♡𓆪 like he'd enjoy hanging out with you and doing basically anything as long as it was with you

𓆩♡𓆪 BUT after his company/streaming takes off, he'd bemore inclined to gift giving

𓆩♡𓆪 bc obviously he has more to spend , but less time

𓆩♡𓆪 he always does his best to make time for you still, despite how busy he is

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll have dedicated days of the week where he will just turn his work cellphone off to focus on y'alls dates

𓆩♡𓆪 and for the most part he will always try to work from home so y'all can hang out

𓆩♡𓆪 and cuddle while he is doing business research or streaming

𓆩♡𓆪 even if he has face-cam on (which he doesn't do often), you can still have your head in his lap and he can stroke your hair and caress your cheek

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

'I'm very shy and introverted, but I open up more around people I'm very comfortable with.'

𓆩♡𓆪 very much kenma-coded

𓆩♡𓆪 this would make for a meet cute in a really busy place like a social event or just a party or a packed bar your friends dragged you to etc etc

𓆩♡𓆪 OR!! a volleyball game , hm?

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway you and kenma are both like standing awkwardly to the side and you take notice of each other and bond over your mutual distaste of the current situation

𓆩♡𓆪 he is an introvert but he's also a hater so he would have the confidence to make the first move and talk to you first, however it's defo gonna be something out of line and abrupt like 'i hate it here.'

𓆩♡𓆪 but you're immediately 'same 😩'

𓆩♡𓆪 and thats how he knew he found a real one 🤞

𓆩♡𓆪 and y'all can be socially introverted together forever

𓆩♡𓆪 later on when he becomes a streamer , he does start to come out of his shell a little

𓆩♡𓆪 (considering he talks to an audience of 100k+ almost daily, he kinda has no choice)

𓆩♡𓆪 and whether you want to undergo that journey with him is completely up to you

𓆩♡𓆪 like he'd totally get it if you want to stay out of the spotlight and not accompany him to any like big YouTube events and stuff

𓆩♡𓆪 bc there are gonna be tons of shows and fans bombarding you and he knows that can be quite overwhelming so he'd never want to subject you to that

𓆩♡𓆪 so he doesn't mind if you wanna remain away from the public eye

𓆩♡𓆪 in fact , he enjoys keeping you as his little secret

𓆩♡𓆪 that only he gets to enjoy mwahaha

𓆩♡𓆪bc tbh his fans are crazy and would probs make thirst edits of you if you were to ever show your face on his stream

𓆩♡𓆪 and kenma wouldn't be able to cope

𓆩♡𓆪 seeing 20k+ ppl in the comments of a video calling you hot would drive him mad icl

𓆩♡𓆪 so it's probably for the best you stay out of his streams lol

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

'My ideal date is a movie / game night or a coffee / bubble tea date.'

𓆩♡𓆪 oh he'd love this

𓆩♡𓆪 game night is the definition of a perfect date

𓆩♡𓆪 but he understands for a first date you guys should do something special and out-and-about

𓆩♡𓆪 so he'd defo take you for bubble tea

𓆩♡𓆪 and y'all would probs have the same/similar order and he'd fall for you on the spot 😔

𓆩♡𓆪 knowing his luck , when he tries to tear the seal with his straw, the whole drink would explode

𓆩♡𓆪 and now he's covered in milk and tapioca pearls

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you were to laugh at him a little, he would act bothered but inside he is melting bc he loves seeing you laugh

𓆩♡𓆪 but yeah , he's probably too shy to ask the workers for a replacement drink (this is before his blossoming) so he'd buy a new one lol

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd want to quit the date early bc.. yk.. he's covered with drink

𓆩♡𓆪 but he also doesn't want to give you the wrong impression and make you think he's not enjoying himself or doesn't like you or smth

𓆩♡𓆪 so he invites you back to his place

𓆩♡𓆪 and after he showers and cleans up , y'all play some video games

𓆩♡𓆪 and that's when the real chemistry happens lol

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd find it so cute seeing your competitive side come out during mario kart or smash bros

𓆩♡𓆪 and you guys could play minecraft

𓆩♡𓆪 that way he can smoothly ask you out on a second date by being like 'hmm it's getting late but maybe you should come over again sometime and we can finish off our house'

𓆩♡𓆪 that is , if you even leave that night

𓆩♡𓆪 you might get so involved in playing that you end up pulling an all-nighter without even knowing 😭

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's okay , y'all can nap together through the day 😛🤞

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for @bobateagojo : i considered yamaguchi for you but kenma would enjoy a game night more lol

#haikyuu matchups #haikyu matchups #hq matchups #datingsim

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The Johnny elevator smut was so hot omg. Can I request a smut with a fem reader where Bam’s having a bad day and he’s super frustrated so the reader kind of lets him take it out on her by having rough sex and then it’s fluffy at the end? Thank youuu

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[Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: anon covered it!

A/n: glad you enjoyed going up!!! icl i do enjoy writing bam smut even tho this is kind of out of fic character but i do love dom x reader sometimes

warnings: smut (18+), p in v, sub/dom dynamics, use of safe word

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“Fuck!”

You heard a yell from the yard. Looking out the window you saw Bam slamming his board down on the ground, angry expression on his face. You observed the way he kicked it and mumbled incomprehensible things under his breath, unbeknownst to the fact you were watching him from a few feet away.

Bam was already pissed given the fact some asshole MTV exec had cut an entire episode of Viva La Bam, claiming it was “too vulgar for television”, as the email stated. You had to restrain him from writing a fairly strongly worded one back which only ticked him off more, resulting in him heading outside to skate though not even that was putting his mind at ease, only enraging him even further.

‘He’s quite hot when he’s angry.’ You thought, eyes drinking in his slim frame that was littered with tattoos.

You and Bam weren’t a thing, you guys were just friends. Well, friends that had quite a bit of pent up sexual tension. The feelings were only rising, perhaps even bursting, ready to be released. Released.

Bam pushed his hair off of his forehead, panting and glaring at the ground where his board lay when he glanced up to meet your stare from the dining room window. You didn’t look away immediately, instead prolonging the eye contact a little longer, a tiny smirk playing at your lips. Bam tore his eyes away, confused on why he was flustered all of a sudden but deciding to head back inside anyways.

“Hey.” You spoke as he shut the sliding doors with vigour.

“What are you still doing here?”

How polite.

“Dico said we’re watching a movie later, no point heading home.”

“Yeah well I’m not hanging out.”

And with that, he was out the door, stomping up to his room, only enticing you to follow him.

Your fist tapped lightly at the door.

“I said I’m not hanging out.” He wasn't yelling, but it was clear he wasn’t exactly very happy either.

You opened the door despite his protests, leading Bam to glare at you as he put on a fresh shirt.

“What’s your problem?!” He spat.

“I don't think I’m the one with the problem.”

“Can't you just fuck off? I’m already pissed about those fucking assholes in suits, do you want me to be pissed at you too?!”

“Well about that.”

Bam narrowed his brows as you walked closer to him, hands behind your back.

“I have an idea.”

Bam looked you up and down, completely clueless as to what you were going to suggest but still hoping deep down it would be what his dreams entailed.

“Why don’t you take your anger out on me?”

“What like fucking yell at you or something?”

He wasn't catching on, you smirked.

“No, not exactly.”

You stepped forward, slightly closing the gap between the two of you, seductive eyes looking into his. You lifted your arms up to wrap around Bam’s neck, his breath hitching and cheeks flushing at the close contact.

“Other ways.” You whispered.

“So you want me to fuck you?”

You smiled at the frankness, moving your face closer so your lips were brushing his, just about.

“Well I know you've wanted me for a while, and I’ve wanted you too, and you’re angry. What better way to release than to fuck my brains out?”

“Are you fucking with me?” Bam’s voice was low and shaky, unsure.

You leaned in and pressed your lips into his, grabbing his chin as you did so before pulling his face away, his eyes forcing back open.

“What do you think?”

Bam slammed his lips back onto yours, his hands already grabbing at your hips to pull you flush against his body, mouths and teeth clashing the rougher he went. You let him push you onto his bed, his hands already unbuckling his belt with desperate speed.

“You want me to take everything out on you I fucking will. Take your clothes off.”

Despite your previous mannerisms of being all confident and domineering, this power shift sent vibrations down to your core, excited that Bam was already willing to take the reins and fuck you as hard as you both needed. You swiftly removed your shirt and shimmied your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. Bam had his hand down his boxers, shirtless and pumping himself to get hard, watching you splayed out on the bed for him.

“I said take your fucking clothes off.” He spat lowly, a completely new personality taking over.

It dawned on you he meant your underwear and so you slowly bent your arm around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall forward to reveal your tits.

“Hurry the fuck up.”

Bam had no intentions of enjoying this show you were putting on, instead lurching forward to rip your panties off, throwing the ruined pair on the ground and pushing his fingers inside of you with no warning.

You let out a surprised moan, jolting up to rest on your elbows as his index and middle worked in and out of you at a rapid pace, your body convulsing as it adapted to the sudden pleasure.

“Give me a safe word.” Bam said, not giving up on working you up.

Your head had lulled back, too dazed out from his movements to understand what he had said until he stopped, fingers pulling straight out of you.

“Give me a safe word or I stop.”

“Oklahoma.” is all you said before you felt Bam’s warm spit drip onto your cunt, fingers dipping into your folds.

You let out a breathy moan as he slipped inside of you once again, thumb pushing against your clit while his other hand gripped your waist to make you hold still. Your back arched as Bam’s finger began making curling upwards, hitting the spot you needed him to, your legs beginning to close.

“Keep them fucking open.”

Bam used the hand that had been holding your waist to force your thighs open, thumb pressing into the soft flesh as you continued to squirm. As you were brought closer and closer to the edge, he removed his fingers abruptly, a string of his spit and your slick coating them. You let out a disappointed whimper from the lack of contact but it was quickly hushed by Bam’s wet fingers being shoved in your mouth. You moaned against them, sucking lightly to taste yourself on them. Bam removed them shortly, kicking his boxers off and clambering on top of you, hard dick pressing into your thigh.

“You wanted me to use you right?”

You nodded, eyes looking into his with lust-filled wonder.

“Get on your hands and knees then.”

You bit your lip and complied, doggy style wasn't something you were used to but you were more than willing to partake in it if it meant hot dom Bam. Bam sat back on his knees as you moved into position, lining up with your core as soon as you were ready. He pushed into you quickly, barely giving a moment to adjust before he was slamming into you, hips snapping. He brought his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling you up by it so your ass could press firmly against him as he fucked you, the feeling still sore.

“This what you wanted? This feel fucking good?” Bam was panting, rough fucking wearing him out already.

You struggled to respond with his tight hand squeezing your throat ever so lightly but lord did he feel good. Bam let go of your neck then, your face plummeting forward into the pillows that muffled your moans. He moved his hands to your hips, grabbing them and pulling you back towards him as he continued to move his hips at the fastest pace you’d ever been fucked.

As you left your face to press into the soft linen to suppress your noises, Bam wrapped his hand in your hair, tugging you up and moving his torso forward to speak into your ear.

“I said, does this feel good?” He whispered sternly, the low voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Y- Yes.” You whined out, mind fogging from the pleasure.

“Fucked out already.” He laughed almost sadistically, hips not letting up as he dropped your hair, pushing the side of your face into the mattress.

“Fuck those fucking fuckers in suits.” He babbled incoherently, laying out all of his frustrations onto you as he fucked you.

“Do you want my cum inside of you?”

Your face was being held down by Bam’s strong hand but you could hear his question still. You nodded, eyes screwed shut, nearing your orgasm as well.

“Fucking come for me first then. Need to feel that cunt tighten.”

You moaned as the vulgar words poured from his mouth, his fingers wrapping around to attack your clit. You lifted your head from where Bam had shoved you down after his hand moved, stifling your moans with the back of your own hand.

“No, no. Lemme hear you. It turns me on.” Bam grasped your hair again, pulling you up to force you to let out your noises.

You were at the edge almost immediately what with Bam’s fingers moving at such a vigorous pace.

“I’m gonna come.” You exclaimed in a moan, eyes beginning to water.

Bam responded with nothing, only fucking you harder as you came around him, letting out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard yourself release, tears running down your cheek.

“Fuck yeah. You’re so fucking tight.”

Bam’s hand dropped from your core but his fucking never let up. In fact, his free hand could now resume its place on your hips, allowing him to shove you back on his cock even harder. You were insanely sensitive given the fact you had came just seconds previous and Bam’s speed was becoming too much to bear.

“Bam, slow- slow down.” You whimpered as he let go of your hair, head lulling forward.

“What was that? I can't hear you.” Bam mocked, clearly no sympathy to be had.

“It’s too much. Please just-”

“Safe word or I keep going.”

You paused. Although the overstimulation was hard to deal with, nothing in you wanted Bam to stop his movements and so you stayed silent.

“That's what I thought. Take it like a slut.”

Despite his cocky remarks, Bam’s hips were beginning to stutter and his thrusts were at a more erratic pace. He was close.

“Gonna come in your pretty little cunt. You want that?”

You nodded through moans as the overstimulation turned to just stimulation. Bam squeezed your hips tightly, his thumbs sure to leave bruises as he dragged you down all the way, burying himself deep inside of you as he came with a load groan. You whimpered as you felt him release, finally release.

Bam pulled out of you shortly after but still held you up, bending down to examine his cum that started to leak out of you.

“Fucking beautiful.” He whispered as he pushed a finger inside of you again before you swatted your hand back.

“Enough, jesus enough.”

Bam laughed and complied, letting your body drop to lie on your side, your cheeks a bright red. He smiled as he moved closer to your face, planting a kiss on your lips.

“You good? I didn't go too far or anything did I?”

You shook your head, kissing him back.

“Just what I wanted. You feel better?”

He nodded back, wiping the wetness off your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

“Gotta do that more often.” He grinned and so did you.

End.

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