#but since me and the bf were fighting he didn’t want me to be alone; so it was. nice and the following day i had lunch with my other friends
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weezerlvr228 · 4 months ago
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do u want me 2 kill that guy @ ur bfs party 4 u. guy sounds like literally the worst an I will have no issues doing it 4 u
thank you anon. i would love nothing more 💗
#i love you anon 😞 this is so sweet#YESSSS PPL READ MY TAGS!!!#but for real he’s just a weird person in general; once i was not spending lunch with my boyfriend since we were fighting and he had lunch#with his friends but our mutual friend stayed with me because usually the three of us have lunch together#but since me and the bf were fighting he didn’t want me to be alone; so it was. nice and the following day i had lunch with my other friends#and he had lunch with my boyfriend and his friends (since my boyfriend still wasn’t super happy / willing to have lunch with me)#and the same guy who was being mean at the party asked our mutual friend if ‘the backshots with lyss were good’#IN FRONT OF MY BF ??!!#like what ?!!!#he’s just a gross person but it’s okay#his hair looks like#the brown scene hair from roblox and he’s one of those stereotypical guys you see online the#omg she looks like a deftones song…. i love cats >_<!!! oh i dropped my feminist literature…. sorry….#he just made me a bit upset but it’s okay now!#im glad you are so kind about this anon; it makes me feel a lot better about the whole situation :)#i would do the same for you ; given the situation were to ever come#same with any of my followers!!!! i will fight to the death for any of you#LOL OKY enough ranting but for realsies; YOU ARE SO SWEET ANON I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH MY LITTLE BAESAUCE 🥹💗#baesauce is one of my epic vocab words; mix of awesome sauce and bae.#i forgot my ask tag uh oh#FRICK#ask!#that was so simple how did i manage to forget that#also btw if any of you ARE those stereotypical deftones + feminist literature people i’m sorry. it was just the best way to describe it#i bet you are wonderful
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jjscrybaby · 7 days ago
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no one hurts you.
rafe cameron x fem!reader | angst | (attempted sa, murder, rafe being the best bf ever🥰)
thankyou for the req anon! i switched some stuff up, i didn’t want to add a new character (rafe’s brother like you requested) so i used topper instead bc i hate that man🙂‍↕️
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“Do you have to go?” You huffed, pouting up at your boyfriend as the two of you stood by the front door. You were covering it, arms crossed over your chest to try and stop him from going.
Rafe let out an amused chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “It’s just a night, baby. We’ve spent longer apart.”
“Yeah, and when you came back you promised never to leave me again,” you whined, stomping your foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. He just carried on smirking down at you, used to your behaviour after three years together.
You’d stuck by his side through everything. He got locked up, for four months after an incident with a Pogue. It was supposed to be three years, but a mixture of good behaviour and a lot of payments had him out early. It had been six months since he got out, and he’d matured incredibly. He didn’t pick fights anymore, he hadn’t touched a line of coke since before jail, and he was finally working a proper job rather than doing drug deals for Barry. You were utterly proud of him, until now.
He had a business meeting on the mainland, and he’d decided to book a hotel for the night so that he didn’t have to travel twice in one day. You were definitely unhappy with that decision, considering you hadn’t spent a second away from him since he came back home.
“Look, you’re gonna be fine. Top’s gonna come over later to hang out, and I’ll call you after the meeting. Now be a good girl and stop pouting, if this deal goes well I’ll buy you that necklace you keep lookin’ at,” he stated, making your pout vanish.
You grinned up at him, nodding your head. “Mkay. Promise you’ll call?”
“Promise,” he murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your lips. You tried to keep ahold of his shoulders to stop him from pulling away, but he just smirked and eased you off of him. “See you tomorrow, gorgeous.”
“Bye,” you mumbled, another pout appearing on your lips as you realised he was actually leaving.
He patted your cheek, giving you one more fleeting kiss before he walked out the door. You didn’t move from the doorway until he’d got into the car and driven away, waving at you as he went.
You spent the majority of the day trying to distract yourself, watching rom-coms, cleaning up the house, making dinner. It was six pm when the doorbell rang, you’d honestly forgotten that Topper was coming over so when you opened the door to see him stood with a bottle of wine and a six-pack you were shocked.
“Oh, hey, Top,” you greeted, moving out the way to let him in. “You didn’t actually have to come, I’m okay by myself.”
“Rafe wanted me to stop by,” Topper shrugged, giving you a charming smile as he walked further into the home that you and Rafe had recently purchased (or Rafe had purchased and you just came along). “I can leave, if you don’t want me here.”
“No, no. The company would be nice.” It was the truth, you weren’t used to being alone and you’d started to go a little crazy with the amount of movies you’d watched.
Topper had been Rafe’s good friend for awhile, but since Rafe got out of jail and became a better man they didn’t hang out as much. Topper was still pretty immature, partying as much as he possibly could, hooking up with random chicks and texting Rafe details he didn’t need to know. He was also still big on the drug use, and Rafe knew he couldn’t be around that. But, no matter what, they were close friends, and he trusted him to take care of you.
“Cool. I brought you some wine, know you aren’t a huge fan of beer,” he teased, holding the bottle out to you.
You tilted your head, accepting it with a cautious smile. “Didn’t realise we would be drinking.”
“Yeah, well, I figured you’re probably grumpy with Rafe gone and a drink could loosen you up.” He winked, trying to portray his words as a joke, but something about his tone made your chest tighten uncomfortably.
“Right,” you agreed with an awkward laugh. “Um, we can sit in the living room.”
You’d poured yourself a glass of wine, but you’d only had a few sips. Topper, on the other hand, had finished five out of six of the beers. You’d started off on opposite sides of the couch, but over the last half an hour he’d slowly edged his way closer to you. You’d noticed it, of course you had, but you were trying not to think anything of it. He was Rafe’s friend, he was here as a favour, you felt guilty for feeling so uncomfortable around him.
“I like that skirt,” Topper murmured, hazy eyes looking your outfit up and down.
“Um, thanks. Rafe got it for me,” you said, tugging it down as you noticed it had ridden up.
Topper’s fingers brushed against your skirt, your whole body tensed up. “It’s nice.”
“Thankyou,” you replied, trying to move away from him without it being noticeable. Except that was impossible, and he picked up on it immediately.
“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he faced you. You shook your head, giving him a shaky smile. “C’mon, have some more wine.”
You didn’t want more wine, you wanted to kick him out and go to bed, but he’d come all the way here, and he’d paid for the bottle, you felt rude to not drink it. You reached for your glass and took a few more sips, his eyes watching your every move.
“There we go,” Topper grinned as the last sip went down your throat, you grimaced at the sour taste and put the glass back down on the coffee table.
Another twenty minutes went by, Rafe’s meeting would be over soon and he’d promised to call. You wanted Topper out by then, so you could have a conversation without feeling like a bad hostess. You turned to him, noticing how his eyes were already on you.
“Um, it’s getting late…” you hinted, messing with your necklace.
“I thought maybe I could stay over.” Your eyes widened at his words, you were certain Rafe wouldn’t have suggested that. Him being here for an hour or two was fine, but for the night? You didn’t want that, and you were sure your boyfriend wouldn’t either.
Before you could even respond, his hand landed on your thigh. Your words got caught in your throat, heart racing with anxiety as you stared down at his hand. His rings were cold against your skin, his thumb starting to rub circles into your inner thigh as he edged his hand higher and higher.
You jumped up, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “I think you should leave now, Topper.”
“What?” He laughed, looking up at you as if it was you that had done something wrong. “Seriously? I’m not going to tell Rafe, a’ight? You don’t need to worry about that.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” You exclaimed.
Topper stood up, towering over you with a scowl on his face. “Stop acting dumb. I know how you feel about me, I’ve seen the looks. I mean, shit, wearing that tiny skirt when you knew I was coming over.”
“I— I forgot you were coming, Top. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I’m happy with Rafe—” you started to ramble, hands growing sweaty.
“Bullshit!” Topper snapped, glaring down at you. “You want me, I know you do.” His hands landed on your hips, gripping so tightly you were sure it would leave a mark. You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. He leant down and tried to kiss you, which had you using all your strength to pull out of his embrace and rush out the room.
You ran all the way upstairs, to your shared bedroom with Rafe, and locked the door behind you. You sat by the window, breathing heavily with tears down your cheeks as you waited to see him leave. After twenty minutes of him yelling at you through the locked door, he finally departed. It was only once he was out of sight that you ran downstairs and locked all the doors and windows.
Rafe called you as you were pacing the bedroom, you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up.
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It didn’t take a genius to notice you were acting off. It had been a week since Rafe returned, and you’d been jumpy, flinching every time he leaned down to kiss you, pushing him away when he’d try and initiate something, anything.
He was sick of it. At first he’d thought you were just being a brat because he’d left, figured you’d be back in his arms by the next day, but nothing had changed and he was starting to feel as if you weren’t even his girlfriend anymore.
“You comin’ to bed?” He asked, looking at where you sat on the opposite side of the couch; eyes hardly open as you stared at the tv.
“After this episode. You can go,” you mumbled. It was the same every night, you’d wait until he was asleep to crawl into bed even when you were falling asleep.
“Alright, enough of this shit,” he snapped, making you look over at him in surprise.
“What?”
“Why are you actin’ like this? Did I do somethin’?” He asked, begged, for an answer. You opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was a choked sob. His anger faded and was replaced with panic, he moved so he was sat right up next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Baby, just talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t,” you argued through a sob, covering your face with your hands.
He pulled your hands away, hands on your face to force you to look at him. “Yes, you can. You can tell me anything. Just tell me what the problem is and I’ll fix it, okay? I’m worried, baby. You’ve been bein’ so weird the last week.”
You thought you’d be able to get over it, thought maybe it wouldn’t bother you all that much, but every time you took a second to think you’d be reminded of what happened. Topper’s hands on your hips, the look in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t want to tell Rafe, what if he was mad at you? What if he believed that you really had given Topper signs?
“Something happened when you were away,” you whispered shakily, big tears running down your cheeks. You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, you had to tell him.
“What happened?” He murmured softly, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.
“When— when Topper came ‘round, he…” you trailed off, shaking your head. “I can’t say it.”
His eyes narrowed, fear taking over. “What did Topper do?” His tone wasn’t soft anymore, it was angry, dark, you hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since before he went to jail.
“He… he was touchy, too touchy, he tried to kiss me,” you confessed, feeling both relief and panic at the fact you’d finally told him the truth. “He was saying loads of stuff, about how he’s seen the way I look at him and that he knew I liked him. I promise, Rafe, I don’t know what he’s talking—”
“Hey,” Rafe cut you off, tone sharp. “Non of this is your fault, you hear me? I’m not mad at you, I’m not disappointed in you, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
A sigh of relief left your lips as you collapsed into his chest, sobbing as you clung to him. He stroked your hair, mumbling praise into your ear to try and calm you down. Eventually, you exhausted yourself so much that you fell asleep against his chest. He lifted you up and carried you to bed, but instead of getting in beside you he grabbed his gun from the bedside table and left the house.
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When you woke up the next morning the space beside you was empty. Your head hurt from all the crying you’d done, your eyes felt heavy but you forced yourself out of bed. You walked downstairs, finding Rafe sat at the kitchen counter with an unfamiliar phone in his hand.
“Rafe?” You murmured tiredly, moving to stand next to him. He looked up at you, bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept a wink. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his lap.
“Hey, you sleep okay?” He asked softly, kissing your temple as he kept his eyes on the phone.
“Yeah… what’re you doing up?” You questioned. There was a look in his eyes, manic and angry. You ran your hand over his cheek, making his eyes flicker over to you.
“Listen, baby, I need you to do somethin’ for me. Somethin’ I promised you’d never have to do again,” he sighed.
“What is it?” You asked worriedly.
“If anyone asks, I was here, with you, all of last night,” he stated, making your eyes narrow in confusion.
“Were you not here all night?” You stared at him, waiting for him to give you an explanation.
He didn’t get the chance, because the next thing you know your phone is pinging with a text from Sarah. Have you heard the news about Topper? Followed by: is Rafe okay?
“Rafe, what happened to Topper?” You asked shakily, looking between him and your phone.
“He got what he deserved,” Rafe replied bluntly. He leant in a kissed your cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I took it too far, I know that. But no one hurts you, no one.”
You should have been horrified, running from him or calling the cops, but you didn’t want to do either of those things. You leant in and pressed your lips to his, his arms around you tightening.
It was no secret that Rafe would kill for you, you just never thought it would actually happen.
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brokenmenswhore · 4 months ago
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Can you do a modern!jace x best friend!reader?? Like Jace likes reader but she’s in a relationship with a guy who cheats on her with multiple women and like one day when reader and jace are hanging out they saw readers bf on a date with another girl. Jace fights the bf and just basically angst and fluff maybe smut in the end if you like.
“i’m gonna kill him” aka my favorite thing for a hot guy to say ever. this is formatted as a drabble :)
obvious | jacaerys velaryon
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pairing: modern!jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader
warnings: fighting? just a lil angst & fluff
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“Does he have to come?” Jace asked you, swinging open the door to the backseat of your car and settling down in the center of the long seat.
“Can’t always be the passenger princess, Jace,” you laughed.
“That’s not why I asked,” he pouted in response.
“Then what’s the matter? I thought you guys got along?”
Jace sighed. “Forget it.”
“Jace, tell me,” you pressed.
He shrugged. “I just think you could do better.”
At that very moment, your boyfriend opened the passenger side door, shifting into the seat and leaning over to place a kiss on your lips.
“Hey, baby,” he said to you. He then turned toward the backseat. “What’s up, Jake?”
Jace rolled his eyes, his nostrils flaring in frustration as you giggled.
“Babe, it’s Jace, not Jake,” you told him.
“Fuck, sorry man,” your boyfriend apologized.
When Jace didn’t respond, your boyfriend turned back around and faced forward as you put the car in drive and pulled away from his house.
Jacaerys often acted like this around your boyfriend. You weren’t really sure why. When he was alone with you, Jace was bubbly, personable, kind, and made you laugh like no one else on earth. But in a trio, Jace shut down and huffed at any attempt to pull him into conversation, and it only got worse with time.
You and Jace had been best friends since you moved to town a few years ago. He immediately approached you when he first saw you, and the friendship blossomed into the most genuine relationship of your life.
But it wasn’t a romantic relationship.
Yes, Jace was handsome, and it was not like you’d say no if he asked, but he never asked. After a while, you accepted that you two were comfortable as friends, and your connection became so pure that it would seem stupid to do anything that may ruin it.
When you met your boyfriend, you were instantly attracted to one another, but your brain flashed a memory of Jace in your head. Just friends you thought.
Your boyfriend won you over quickly, romancing you in every way he possibly could. Jace wasn’t impressed, saying he was overdoing it and it seemed disingenuous.
You were with Jace the first time you suspected him of cheating. Jace was in your bedroom, making himself comfortable on top of the sheets as you emptied the days contents from your bag. You had seen your boyfriend earlier in the day, and he returned the mascara you told him you’d forgotten in his bathroom.
You pulled out the tube and inspected the labels. You were staring at the black cylinder for long enough that Jace noticed.
“You good?” he called out.
“This mascara isn’t my brand.”
“Ok?”
You sighed. “This brand tests on animals. I only use brands that don’t.”
Jace put an arm behind his head to use as a pillow. “So why are you carrying it around?”
“I left my mascara at his house and asked him to bring it today.”
“Dude, I’m so confused,” he said.
“This isn’t mine,” you said, holding it up for a moment.
Jace finally caught on. “Why would he have makeup at his house if it isn’t yours?”
“That’s what I’m saying, Jace.”
Even though Jace had done nothing but shit on your boyfriend since the day you met him, he didn’t want to see you hurt. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake, like it’s his sister’s or something. There’s always a perfectly reasonable explanation. Besides, he’d be an idiot to do that to you.”
The next time, Jace watched you get into a fight with your boyfriend after a girl approached him when the three of you were out. She claimed to have slept with him less than a week earlier and never got a call back from him.
He swore to you that he had never seen her before, and she must have mistaken him for someone else.
As much as you trusted your boyfriend, you were a girl’s girl, and she seemed so sincere. You knew he was a bit of a player before he met you, so it was natural that you had your doubts.
You confided in Jace through the phone later that night, as you oftentimes did.
“I’m just nervous that I’m the idiot. What if she was telling the truth?”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N.” That was a lie. He knew exactly what he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you that yes, your boyfriend was a cheating scumbag, and you should dump him and date Jace instead. But he didn’t say another word.
“But if he is cheating on me, it’s my fault.”
“What does that mean?” Jace asked, confused.
You were beginning to tear up. You sniffled, “he’s destined to get it somewhere if he’s not getting it from me.”
Even though Jace was alone in his room, laying on his bed, he still sat up when he heard what you said. “What?”
You just continued to breathe heavily and sniffle on the other end of the phone.
“You- you haven’t had sex yet?” He couldn’t help but ask the question.
“Not with him.”
Jace ran his fingers through his hair. He was so relieved. He was so happy. He was now thinking about you and sex and his mind was racing.
“If anyone cheats on you because you aren’t ready to have sex yet, they’re a fucking idiot. Listen to me, Y/N, never let him pressure you. I swear to god I’ll kill him.”
Jace had never spoken to you like that, and it caught you somewhat off guard.
“I won’t. Thank you, Jace.”
There were more little red flags that popped up over the course of your relationship, and Jace would, like a good best friend does, sit there and listen to you work through each and every one of them. The more and more your boyfriend caused you to feel like this, the more Jace just wanted to scream at you to dump him already, but he held his tongue.
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You and Jace spent the day together, enjoying the weather and connecting without any interruptions. You were walking down the street, discussing where you should go next when you spotted him across the busy road.
Your boyfriend, seated outside a restaurant, was across the table from another girl.
Jace followed your sight line and saw him too.
“I’m gonna kill him.”
You put a hand on his chest, “wait, Jace. Maybe it’s just a friend? I mean, you and I are hanging out.”
You swallowed your words immediately as you watched both of them lean across the table and kiss.
Jace took one look at your face and speed walked across the busy street, marched right up to your boyfriend, and punched him in the face.
He fell backwards in his chair, holding his nose as he moved to stand up.
“You got a fuckin problem?” your boyfriend yelled.
“Yeah, I do,” Jace said, lifting the empty water glass from the table, “you.” He hit the glass on top of your boyfriend’s head as hard as he possibly could, but the glass didn’t break. Instead, it just hit him.
Your boyfriend grabbed Jace’s wrist, forcing him to drop the glass as he punched Jace directly in the nose.
Jace dove into him, nearly pushing him into oncoming traffic as he tried to land even more punches.
The restaurant staff rushed outside to break up the fight. They held Jace’s arms back as your boyfriend looked around for the girl he was with, who was now gone. Instead, he saw you, and immediately turned around and left.
“Yeah, run, you fucking coward, you didn’t deserve her anyway,” Jace called out.
The restaurant staff dropped Jace’s arms when he calmed down. He wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, cleaning off the blood.
You stepped in front of him, taking his face in your hands as you inspected his wounds. “You think you might have a broken nose?” you asked.
Jade scoffed. “He can’t hit that hard.”
You sighed. “Let’s just get to the car.”
You both walked in silence to the car. When you were seated inside, you turned to Jace. “Why, Jace? Why?”
Jace held a napkin he stole from the restaurant to his nose. “The fuck do you mean why?”
“Why would you do that?”
Jace looked around the car as if there was an audience who would agree with him that your question was crazy. “He cheated on you, Y/N, I think what I did was justified.”
“You didn’t have to fight.”
“Yes I did. I told you I was gonna kill him.”
You scoffed. “Jace, I fucking figured you were kidding! I didn’t want you to hit him!”
“But are you mad at me now that I did?”
You looked into his eyes for a moment as he dropped the napkin, and the blood flow stopped.
“No,” you admitted, “I just don’t get why. I know we’re friends, but that seems extreme.”
“You’re not just my friend.”
You shifted in your seat. “What?”
Jace’s muscles tensed when he realized what he said. “Nothing.”
“No, Jace, if you have something to say to me, now’s the time.”
Almost immediately, he replied, “it’s not obvious to you how in love with you I am?”
Your eyes immediately widened. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He was fed up, tired of holding it in, ready to lay everything out on the table.
You blinked rapidly, trying to string together any array of words, but your mind was failing you. You didn’t realize how long you spent in your own head until Jace spoke again.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N, please say something.”
You couldn’t stay silent forever, but you couldn’t think of something appropriate. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Look,” Jace sighed, embarrassed by his confession, “can we just, like, pretend I didn’t say that?”
You slowly nodded your head no. “I don’t wanna pretend like you didn’t say it.”
You sat in silence for a bit, letting his confession marinate in the air.
“You’re in love with me?” you finally spoke, breaking a bit of the tension, much to Jace’s relief.
“Only a little,” Jace joked, hoping to keep the mood light while simultaneously trying not to run away from his confession in hopes it would lead him straight to getting you.
“Only a little,” you repeated to yourself in a giggle, trying to process everything.
“I tried to make it go away, I swear, but every time I did, it only got worse.”
You rested your head on the back of the car seat. “How long have you, uhm, how long have you felt like this?”
Jace took a deep breath. “How long have we known each other?”
“Really? Wow.”
“What?”
“I just- why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.
“Didn’t know how,” he answered, “and I didn’t wanna fuck this up.” He moved his finger between the two of you in reference to your friendship and dynamic, and you understood what he meant.
“Yeah, I get it, I guess I could say the same.”
Jace’s gaze darted to you. “What?”
“I don’t really tell you how I feel about you for the same reasons.”
Jace’s heart pounded in his chest. “And how do you feel about me?” He desperately wanted to hear you say it.
“Same as you.”
“Uh uh,” he said, leaning on the center console, “you gotta say it.”
“Please don’t make me,” you blushed, nervous.
Jace grabbed your jaw in his hand and turned your head until you were looking directly at him. “I wanna hear you say it.”
You exhaled and tried to calm your heart rate. “What, it’s not obvious that I’m in love with you too?” you playfully mocked him, the teasing making your words easier to say.
Jace smiled at you. You’d seen him smile, you’d seen him laugh, you’d seen him happy, but you’d never seen him smile like this before.
He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering around the side of your head.
“I took a punch for you, you know.”
You caught on instantly. “I guess I should think of some way to thank you.”
You leaned closer to Jace, and he instantly pulled your mouth to his, kissing you like he’d been dying to for much too long. Neither of you had the strength to pull away as you melted in to each other’s touch, fully making out in the front seat of your car.
There was only so far you could go with a console in the middle. You pulled away, and could tell you were both having the same thought.
“Back seat?”
“Back seat.”
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luminiamore · 7 months ago
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NEEDY.
brought back to life toji x black reader
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warnings: cheating but he offs ur bf so not really?, angst in the beginning, we raised megs with toji, depression in the beginning, this is kinda sad but really cute, no prep just straight sex, reader has locs but it could be whateva u want, overstimulation, soft sex, soft toji, SPOILERS if u haven’t watched the anime.
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Twelve years.
It’s been that long. Twelve long, agonizing years have passed since you’ve seen Toji. He disappeared on you. Gone. Vanished. One day, he woke you up from a nap and told you he would be gone for a week or so for a job. You understood that his line of work is dangerous. You knew there was a possibility that he could die at any moment.
But he told you not to worry. They were kids, he said.
‘You know me, mama. I don’t die easily.’
He’s a sorcerer killer. He’s strong. It was always apparent to you that he could manage himself. Of course, that never stopped you from worrying.
You began to feel anxious after three weeks. During dinner time, you would cook him meals and fall asleep, hoping that he would come to you stumbling and embrace your body whole as he usually does.
After four weeks, you began to sleep less. The silence in your apartment would haunt you. The sound of every footstep passing by your wooden door and every creak on the floor would make you jump. Imagining that, finally, it would be him who would walk through it. He never did.
After the fifth week, you started calling his boss and friend, but he would never say it out loud. Each time it went to voicemail, you would cry uncontrollably. You may have sent him over one thousand messages, but they all went unanswered. The man probably blocked your number.
You honestly didn’t know what you expected.
Toji tried to keep Shiu and you apart as much as he could. You two were never close. The only thing you had Shiu’s number for was safety purposes, in case you were ever in danger while he was away on the job.
The truth took you five months to accept. To accept that Toji was never going to come back. It took you another three months to come to terms with the fact that Toji was dead.
Throughout all of this, Megumi, his son, gave you comfort. Though it was supposed to be the other way around, you had a feeling he knew what was wrong with you. At times, you couldn’t even get up to cook food and instead chose to order out so he could eat while you lay starving. At the tender age of four, Megumi was skilled in making homemade soup due to your frequent illnesses.
After a year or so, you thought -- you barely left your bed, so you lost track of time, a man came knocking at your door. White hair and bright, bright blue eyes can be seen even with glasses covering his eyes.
You should have fought him, beaten him to a fucking pulp. You’ve always had a keen sense of intuition. You knew he was the one who killed Toji, your Toji. Your gut was screaming that to you.
But what would you be able to do? You had no cursed energy. You couldn’t fight this man even though your husband had taught you some things in his free time. You had no chance against him, and the cocky bastard was aware of that.
He wasn’t here for you anyway. It was obvious to you that when he pushed past you and entered your home, he immediately started to search for Megumi. Knowing that the little boy could see curses, he suspected that his technique was starting to manifest, so he informed him that he could provide assistance.
Hearing the conversation in the kitchen, your breath paused when he mentioned that he would be going to Tokyo. You would be alone, but you refuse to be selfish and force him to watch over you in your depressed state. You urged him to go, urged him to make a change in the world even if it physically pained you.
Megumi made a promise to visit you every year and never leave you. He was truthful to you. Every year, he would spend a week with you, and you would see the boy you helped raise become a capable young man. He would occasionally show you his technique to demonstrate how much he has grown. You couldn’t have been more proud.
It took you 8 years, but you eventually moved on from Toji physically. Your heart still belongs to him emotionally.
Although you never remarried, you did have a boyfriend. He’s a kind man, has a regular corporate job, earns a livable yearly salary, and is not a killer, so there’s no danger of him being murdered. He also treats you nicely, arranging a dinner date every week and a vacation to a nice place every year.
You should’ve been happy. You should love him— why don’t you?
Why is it that every time he fucks you, all you see and think of is Toji? When you respond to his love for you, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Because you know it’s not true. You know it would never be true.
Megumi has a liking for him and believes he is a good fit for you. After what you went through, it’s fair to say that you deserve this. Though, it’s easy for him to sense how unhappy you are, that you’re putting on a facade in front of the man you’re supposed to love. If the man really knew you, he would understand that every time you smile and kiss him, it was an effort, especially after being together for almost 3 years.
You’re not sure why you never left him. You think this is better than feeling alone. Even if it wasn’t as good as Toji, you still got fucked every other night. It could never be better than Toji. You think he’s ruined you for anyone else.
October 31st, 2018. 11 a.m.
It’s Wednesday, October 31st, and it’s the week Megumi is supposed to come to see you.
You begin your day as you usually do. Your boyfriend wakes you up with a kiss right before he leaves for work, and you groggily force your body straight to the shower. While the eggs sizzle, you make a light breakfast as you stare into space.
As you’re eating, you feel your stomach drop. There is an odd sensation in your gut, a negative one. You experienced the same feeling when Toji died. You hastily pull out your phone and dial Megumi’s number.
One ring. Two. Three rings and no response.
“..Mom?”
His tone is fatigued as if you had woken him from his sleep. At that, you breathe a sigh of relief. However, the feeling persists.
“Are you okay, Megs?”
He sounds confused, although you suspect he can sense your concern in your voice, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? Is something wrong?”
“Do you have a mission today?”
Your frantic questioning without an answer is now causing him anxiety.
“There’s something going on in Shibuya tonight, so yeah.” You don’t answer him for a beat, just breathing as you feel your heart beating faster as his response.
“Are you okay, mo-”
“Please, don’t go. I have a bad feeling again.”
He sighs, “You know I can’t do that. It’s supposed to be something manageable, nothing too ba-”
You sternly cut him off, “Megumi. It’s not going to be manageable, I can feel it.”
“If you’re saying that, then it means I need to go and help even more, Mom.”
You’re trembling, and- Are you crying? You feel the tear slide down your cheek before you can even register it. You have always been afraid of Megumi going out to fight curses, but for some reason, your fear is growing stronger.
Your breath stutters, “What if- what if you-”
The thought of Megumi getting badly injured or even dying is so terrifying that you can’t even finish your sentence. You don’t believe you can endure that. No, you know you can’t. You’re still grieving over your husband. How could you possibly stomach his death?
This time, he cuts you off, “I can’t promise you that I won’t go. But I can promise to stay at a safe distance so I don’t die.”
“You’re so selfless, it’s infuriating.” You chuckle through your tears, using your unoccupied hand to wipe them off.
“I love you too.” You can tell he’s trying to stifle a laugh of his own.
You smile, even though he can’t see you, “I love you so much. Please, don’t die.”
“I’ll make sure to haunt you if I do.”
A gasp, “Megumi!”
“Joking.. sort of.”
He hangs up with another ‘Love you’ before you can scold him. And now you’re forced to swallow the lump in your throat. It’s okay, you remind yourself. You’re gonna be okay. Megumi is gonna be fine. He’ll come see you on Friday like he usually does. But even you’re aware that you’re just trying to console yourself.
The day is spent trying to distract yourself. You had the time to paint your nails and toes, try on some new outfits that you bought last week, and even try reading a book. But the feeling would never go away. In fact, it intensified as the darkness outside increased.
October 31st, 2018. 11 p.m.
Around 11 p.m., your boyfriend arrived and greeted you with his usual kiss on the cheek and casual discussion about both of your days. Every day, you think, today is the day. Today is the day you’ll get a tingling feeling whenever he kisses you. Today is the day you’ll feel warmth whenever he says he missed you or he loved you.
But it never came, and today was no different. You had made some food and decided to leave some for him, he had taken a liking to your cooking.
“I’m gonna head to bed. You’re gonna join me?”
“In a few, I wanna stay up a little longer.” You whisper, absentmindedly watching the plate he’s eating from. You don’t even notice. You’re entirely zoned out.
He kisses the side of your head when he stands up.
He kisses the side of your head when he stands up, “Okay, thanks for the food, babe. Let’s go out to eat tomorrow, yeah?”
“Sure.”
He pulls back hesitantly, hands still on your shoulder as he observes the lost look in your eyes, “Are you okay, babe? You seem.. out of it.”
All he gets is a slow nod and a small kiss on his knuckles. That seems to be enough for him because he hums and whispers a small “Love you.” and walks away.
The sound of the shower running after a few minutes is your cue to clean up. As you scrub the burnt parts of the pasta you made, you hear your phone ringing. When you glance over, it turns out to be Megumi.
11:38 p.m.
‘why the fuck is Dad alive? he just disappeared after helping me with some curse??’
Your hands become completely limp as the plate you are holding drops abruptly and crashes into the wet sink. Your eyes were wide and unblinking as you stood frozen. Your breath is caught in your throat, making it impossible to exhale. Your mind is overflowing with thoughts, each one more anxious than the last.
What?
You haven’t moved a single inch, but your hands are now shaking.
Toji is what?
No. He’s lying. But that’s not true either. Megumi would never deceive you, especially about his dad being alive. Your hands are trembling as you try to reach for your phone, but you’re stopped in your tracks by a loud crash.
You come out of your frozen state, and as if you’re running on autopilot, you run as fast as you can to the sound that hits the cold tile floor. But what you see next almost causes you to burst into tears because there he is, your husband.
Toji is right there, in your room, holding a sharp red wooden blade against your boyfriend’s neck. He’s in a gray sweater, but even then, you can see his muscles and just how big he is through it. He’s not looking at you, but with the way his shoulders raise and his breath hitches— he knows you’re watching.
Hearing him speak brings a tear to your cheek. It’s been a long time since you last heard his voice. The world seemed to stop moving, leaving you in a surreal moment stuck in time. You can’t believe it, you’ve lost all hope, but he is here. Sending the ugliest glare to the man on the other side of the blade in your bedroom is enough to make you shiver,
“Who the hell is this, baby?”
You say nothing, relishing in the sound of him speaking to you. Your heart pounded fiercely, echoing in your ears, while a wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm you.
It’s when your boyfriend grunts in an angry tone, “What the fuck is happening, (❤︎)?!” You finally snap out of your stupor.
It’s not a surprise you stutter when you speak, but you don’t even say much. You pitifully let out a squeak of,
“T-Toji?”
You want him to look at you, want him to see you. You want to make sure that it’s really him you’re looking at, but he seems so focused and upset? Your eyes move away from his face briefly to take a glance at the weapon threatening to penetrate your boyfriend’s neck.
You speak so lowly, almost as if you’re ashamed to admit your following words, “My boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend.”
Despite boarding on the brink of death, he still manages to harbor a false confidence when you say that, “Exactly, man, so, who the fuck are you?”
“Her husband.”
At that, your boyfriend chokes, and now his anger is directed towards you, “Husband? You’re married?! We’ve been together for 3 years, and you-”
“He was dead!” You suddenly find your voice, a bit hysterically. You turn to Toji, who still isn’t looking at you but presses harder into his neck. You can see a trickle of blood start to drip. “You were dead- You are dead.”
His response is cold, blunt, “I’m about to kill the bastard standing half naked in my wife’s house, so, no. I’m very much alive, mama.”
“How? How are you alive?”
“Long story.” Is all he utters.
“I’ve waited 12 fucking years, I’m sure you can spare me a little more time.”
At that, he has the audacity to sigh as if you’re the one being difficult. You jump back and yelp when he suddenly plunges the weapon into your boyfriend- ex’s neck. You open your mouth, about to ask him what the hell that was for, but he answers before you can, “Unwanted company.”
When he finally turns his head to look at you, you swear he’s more beautiful than you remember. Everything looks the same, but something’s off. His eyes were blackish, or maybe it was a deep purple color in his sclera— that was supposed to be white, wasn’t it? His pupils are purple, too, or was it blue? You’re not sure, but you don’t find him any less beautiful.
“Toji.. I- how?”
He grumbles, and in one blink, he’s in front of you, hands on your waist and lips immediately logged deep in your neck, not quite sucking but just breathing you in. The action makes you shiver, and the feeling of him so close to you causes more tears to fall. “Some old hag did a seance. Wanted me to kill all sorcerers.”
Your breath hitches, but you sternly reply, “Our son is a sorcerer.”
“Obviously, I’m not going to.”
He smiles at the fact that you said ‘Our.’ He can feel the tears on your neck, and he honestly feels he might drop some of his own. Twelve years in hell—because let’s be real, there was no way someone of his caliber was making it to heaven— and he hasn’t seen you. Hasn’t touched you. He’d rather kill you than not fuck you again- he’d have to force himself to do so.
He’s not ashamed to admit he missed you. He feels guilty for putting you through this, through twelve years with him. He said he was coming back, he couldn’t imagine your despair when he didn’t. He hates himself for causing you that pain, for pushing you into the arms of another man.
He muffled out, “D’ya love him?”
It takes you a minute to answer, you feel a bit ashamed to admit this since he just died, “Never did. I only ever loved you.”
“Loved? You don’t love me anymore?”
You break out another sob, “I never stopped Toji.”
This time, he doesn’t answer, but there’s a nagging question in the back of his mind that he needs answered, “Three years, hm? You fuck him?” Your next words give him the answer he needs.
“Toji- it’s been years! You were-”
“Dead, I know. You didn’t look too sad when he died. He could never fuck you like me, huh?”
He knows he shouldn’t be upset. He knows he has no right to be angry at you. You had every right to move on. He didn’t ghost you or just disappear casually. He was dead. The thought never sat well with him, though. It made his stomach churn. He always told you that if you ever cheated on him, he would kill the man and then himself. He could never bring himself to hurt you physically.
But is it even cheating if he was dead?
A whisper breaks him out of his thoughts, “No.”
What an angel you are. Answering him even when he isn’t even speaking out loud. His mind is confused. So he does what he used to do when he needs to let out his frustrations— use your body as a stress reliever.
When his hands grope your hips, you let out a desperate moan. Fuck you are desperate, you haven’t felt your lover in years.
“Damn- I missed you, baby. Missed how soft you are, missed holding you.” His tongue starts slowly, lapping softly at your collarbone.
Your breath starts getting shaky, and the slick that’s been forming since you first laid eyes on him is dripping down your thighs, “Missed you so much more.”
He’s not in the mood to wait. He’d usually tease you before he impaled you on his dick. But it’s been too long since he felt any warmth from you- he’s not stalling any longer.
“Need to fuck you, now. You remember how to take me, right?”
He was quick with his hands, ripping the nightgown you had on to shreds. You’re bare in front of his gaze, and you can see how he was practically drooling— the man was in a trance.
If Toji is as big as you remember, then taking him would be a challenge. You could never do it without some form of prep, be it him eating you out until you cried or fingering you till your legs trembled. Sometimes it was both. But you could tell he wasn’t in the mood to do either of those right now. He just wanted to stuff you, so you’d have to suck it up and let him.
You give him a shaky nod, “Yes, please.”
He lazily rubs on your engorged bud, spreading your slick all over your fat pussy lips. He releases the most toe-curling moan when he feels how wet you are, and it’s all for him. He doesn’t keep the act up for long and dips two fingers inside. They stretch you so wide you can’t help but buck your hips against the wall he has you pressed on.
“Hnng- Toji! Just put it in, p-please.”
He grunts, but he can never argue against you. Toji forces his tip past your tight walls, and you have to hiss it out. You’re wet enough that the first inch slides in easily, but you’re so tight that he thinks you’re about to squeeze his tip right off.
He groans out, seemingly more out of breath than you are, “Relax, mama. Breathe before you break my dick off.”
“M’trying!” Is your only response. More tears are dripping down your face, both from the pain and how close you are to him.
Toji decides to distract you by rubbing tight circles on your clit, and that causes your breath to stutter and your moans to increase in volume. That does the trick because as you’re focused on the pleasure, he doesn’t hesitate to shove everything into you in one go. All nine inches- but shit, you swear it feels bigger.
“Oh god! It’s too much- I can’t-”
“God took me away from you. Made us spend twelve years apart. It’s not God making you feel this way, it’s me. Focus on me.”
You’re nodding before he can even finish his sentence because he’s right. Toji gives you a few seconds- maybe 30 before his patience runs around, and he starts slowly rutting in you. He knows how big he is. Takes pride in it, too. So, he doesn’t stop rubbing your clit to ease the feeling of him stretching you out.
As he instructs, all your focus is on him. Your hazy eyes focus on his face, his brows furrowed in pleasure, and his lips parted as he pants against you. You can’t help but kiss him, suck his chapped pink lips so hard you can feel his scar against your tongue. And he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. It isn’t a fight for dominance, Toji easily takes all control of you, and you surrender with no regrets.
You take his cock beautifully, so well. Every time he pushes out, your pussy just pulls him back in, making a wet squelch sound when his hips slap against yours. He can feel the goosebumps on your body whenever his tip presses harshly on your g-spot, and so he keeps the same pace and stroke— determined to make you cum just like this.
You wail out as your eyes roll into the back of your head, “Oh! Right there, don’t s-stop!”
“Never. Won’t ever stop fucking you, baby. Need you to forgive me anyway.”
“For l-leaving me?”
He chuckles against your puffy lips and pulls harshly on your brown locs so your neck cranes to look directly at him, “Yes, mama. I’m sorry for leaving you, for leaving our son. So sorry. Won’t ever do it again, I promise.”
You’re crying again. Tears are flowing freely now, and Toji thinks you’re beautiful and even ethereal. He glances down, and a creamy white paste forms at the base of his cock- getting even more wet each time he pulls out of you.
“I c-cried so much, Toji. For months, for years. You- you-”
“Shh. I know, baby. I know. I’m selfish for doing that, a complete asshole. I’d hate me too.”
You’re nodding, but you could never think of him as such. You would never call Toji anything mean, anything harsh- despite what he put you through.
Your pussy is twitching against him, “Don’t hate you. Could never h-hate you.”
He kisses your lips, all over your face, really, “Yeah? Damn, I love you. You love me?”
“Yes! Yes- I love you. Only you.”
He moans and presses against your stomach, his bulge poking out. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, your body tightening as a wave of pleasure builds inside of you. Your muscles clenched, and an uncontainable rush surged through you. Fuck, you’re gonna come.
Toji can feel it, and his slow pace speeds up. He whispers in your ear, pulling at your lobe, “Cum, baby. Go ahead, I need it.”
Finally, with a shuddering cry, you tipped over the edge. Ecstasy washed over you in powerful, pulsing waves. Your body trembled a blissful release, leaving you breathless and utterly spent. Despite your haze, Toji doesn’t stop, nor do you feel his thick cum flowing past your walls.
He can sense the confusion in you, and all he does to ease your mind is, “3 years, right? How about 3 orgasms for every year I wasn’t with you, huh? Think we can reach 36, mama?”
Your eyes widen in disbelief because that doesn’t even sound possible, but you’re distracted by another toe-curling orgasm ripping through you- your clit pulsing in overstimulation. As always, he knows what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t seem to be backing down with his next words.
“Yeah, I think we can.”
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2amriize · 28 days ago
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.ᐟ RIIZE scenario: babysitting ༉‧₊˚.
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req: can u do babysitting with riize members? like babysitting a little cousin or something along the lines of that i guess? anton and eunseok with those kids makes me ☹️ it’s so cute!!!!!
pairing: bf!riize x reader —masterlist
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⭑.ᐟ shotaro
Shotaro had never taken care of such a small child before. At first, he wouldn’t really know what to do and would get a little (okay, very) nervous, letting out constant nervous laughs while asking every five seconds: “What should we do now?” After watching you struggle for a while trying to get the child to stop crying, he’d step in to help. He’d start making funny faces, quickly getting the child to laugh. You were surprised by how fast he managed it and how well they seemed to get along.
⭑.ᐟ eunseok
Even though you didn’t expect it from him, Eunseok is actually really good at babysitting. It’s probably because he has a younger sibling and a lot of experience with them. You couldn’t stop staring at him every time he played with the child, carried them, or soothed them—which, for some reason, he was particularly good at.
"I thought you already knew I’m good at everything."
⭑.ᐟ sungchan
He wouldn’t stop smiling and watching the child. Every little thing the kid did would make him grin. To keep everyone entertained, you decided to bake cookies together, but Sungchan got distracted for a moment and spilled the entire mixture on the floor. You didn’t expect that, seconds later, after a brief silence, the three of you would be starting a food fight, laughing uncontrollably.
"Just so you know, you’re cleaning this up, babe," you’d whisper in Sungchan’s ear once the chaos was over.
⭑.ᐟ wonbin
It would be pure chaos. Even though Wonbin finds little kids adorable, he has no idea how to interact with them. He wouldn’t know what to talk about or how to keep them entertained, but he’d keep trying new things to grab their attention, even attempting to teach them how to dance. That said, if the child started crying, you wouldn’t find him anywhere near.
"That’s all you," he’d say, pointing at you.
⭑.ᐟ seunghan
Things would start off pretty smoothly, but you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to leave them alone. You’d only be gone for three minutes to use the bathroom, but when you returned, Seunghan and the child would have completely turned the living room upside down. Cushions and blankets would be scattered everywhere. According to Seunghan, he’d built an obstacle course to see who could complete it faster (and of course, he’d let the kid win).
⭑.ᐟ sohee
You’d spent the entire afternoon playing with the child, and it had been challenging for both of you since it was your first time babysitting. When bedtime rolled around, the child refused to go to bed no matter how much you insisted. That’s when Sohee came up with the idea to tell them a story and sing a lullaby. You were amazed at how quickly Sohee invented a tale about a princess named “y/n,” who needed to be rescued by the great knight “Sohee.”
⭑.ᐟ anton
He loves kids. In fact, he adores them, and he knows exactly how to take care of them. You, on the other hand, would feel completely lost. Even though you wanted to help out or spend some time playing with the child, they always ended up gravitating toward Anton. It wasn’t intentional, and you found it sweet to watch the two of them together, but deep down, you felt a little bad that the child kept choosing him over you. Anton noticed and told the child to go hug you and plant a kiss on your cheek while you were sitting on the couch, which completely made your night.
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masterlist // taglist: @regularsuh @gacktsa @totheseok @kkumistars @taroddori @enhacolor @ladylilith @electric-hearts @astrobymarwa @layluv123 @sunflowers1610 @nctrawberries @synkjellies @ramyeonzprincess
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mydearesthrry · 1 year ago
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harry’s house home - h.s.
a/n: this is the cheesiest thing ive ever written okay. like its really sweet and almost cringey oopssss sorry. i hope you enjoy anyway !!! (p.s. originally was supposed to be titled harrys mojo dojo casa house but thats for another time)
🎀 warnings/cw: angst, swearing?? i actually dk, fluff, mention of flying anxiety, this is also completely unedited
🐇 pairing: famous!bf!harry styles x fem!reader
💐 wc: 2.1k
summary: it's not home without harry, you've come to realize.
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This almost felt like a routine now. 
Lying awake in her king sized bed, she was staring up at projected stars on the ceiling, gnawing on her bottom lip as she let her mind drift away in thought. 
She misses him. Again. 
Due to Harry being on the second Europe/UK leg of tour, she had decided to stay at home for a little until the final show, and it had been a good month since she last saw Harry. She had begun to run on Harry’s time, adjusting her sleep to wherever in the world he was so that she could talk to him. Their time zone differences weren’t gracious enough sadly, and she was wide awake at 3:40 in the morning. 
Harry was busy so she couldn’t call or text him, and she wanted to let everything go as smoothly as they could so he could finally come home. Initially, she let herself be selfish and a bit greedy and took up almost 10 minutes of his time, texting back and forth and allowing her brain to read his responses in his voice. 
Contrary to popular belief, it was easy for y/n and Harry to have a relationship that could withstand whatever problems they may have faced because they communicated, but communication can only get you so far. 
She missed him. 
All-consumingly, selfishly, and overwhelmingly missed him. 
The amount of rocky moments that the couple had endured on the nearly 3 year long running tour had been more than the past 4 years of their relationship combined. Whether it be a schedule conflict, missed dates, late nights when she didn’t even know if he’d be home, nothing could compare to the feeling that she had swirling around in her chest right now. 
They’d gotten into a fight a few days ago and since then she had been hesitant to text and call him in fear that she would ruin his day, or even worse, his shows. She knew well that he wouldn’t let it show to his millions of fans, but she could read him like an open book and the guilt that would swell in her body would just make her shut down. But it was getting hard to be alone. It was hard being in such a big house that was filled to the brim with reminders of him, which in turn would remind her that she was alone and that he was on the other side of the world.
She allowed her emotions to take the reins, and as she slowly started to feel everything, she could feel a harsh tug in her chest. She put a hand to her heart, letting out a deep exhale as she felt the familiar sting of tears tingle her nose, sinuses becoming stuffy immediately. She scrunched up her nose, allowing the tears to fill her eyes as she let out her first breathy sob. It wasn’t uncommon for her now to cry over missing Harry. In fact, she’s never even told him the extent of how much she missed him, and just tried to deal with it on her own. But this time, she didn’t feel like she was strong enough to just let it pass. 
Picking up her phone, she quickly pulled up her favorites list in her phone, sobs still wracking her body as she tapped on Harry’s contact. She sniffled and tried her best to calm herself down as she heard the ringing coming from the phone signifying that he was receiving the call. 
“Hey, ‘M in a meeting. Everything ok?” And just like that, the entire dam broke open, and she let her emotions flood the room she was sitting in. 
“Harry,” she let out a pitiful whine, “I’m sorry I’m calling you like this, I- I knew you were in a meeting, and I’m sorry. And I know we’re in a fight and y’probably don’t want to talk to me, but I just… I need to hear your voice right now.” 
“Oh— um, yeah, hold on, baby. It’s okay, ‘m glad you called me. Give me two seconds, okay? ‘M gonna mute m’self t’tell Jeff I need to take 20, but I’ll be all yours in a sec.” He promises, voice immediately drenched in urgency. 
“Okay,” she whispers weakly, putting the phone on speaker and sinking back down into the mattress, laying the phone on her chest. There was an uncomfortable weight weighing her down from the inside out, and the pressure served as a good reminder to breathe as she anticipated the return of her boyfriend back to the phone. 
“M’kay baby, talk to me. What’s the matter? Are you okay?” His voice exits from her speaker, another whimper emitting from her throat without warning. 
“I jus— God, H. It’s so pathetic,” she sniffles, placing her hands over her eyes. “I jus’ miss you. So much.” 
“Oh lovie,” a few soft shuffles are heard from his end of the line, and you can only assume he found a quiet place to sit down. “I miss y’so so much more.” 
She nods even though she knows he can’t see her, but she knows her sweet boy knows her so well. “‘M trying to be supportive, trying to not freak out about you not being here, but it’s so hard, H.” 
Trying to stifle the aggressive breaths leaving her mouth, she composed the best she can before speaking again. “I just want you to come home. I know I’ll be with you in a couple of days, but I just want you home. ‘M sorry, it’s so selfish of me to say this when you’re all alo-“ 
“Shh, my love. It’s okay. Take deep breaths, can y’do that for me first really quick, sweet girl? Sweet sunshine baby, miss you so much.” Harry cuts her off, knowing that she would cry and gasp her way into a potentially dangerous situation, and he couldn’t handle the thought of her being in danger especially when he wasn’t there. 
“Okay, fuck, ‘M so sorry, H.” She breathes out, voice still wobbly, her breathing becoming a little more stable by the second. 
“You don’t have to be sorry, ‘s what I'm here for, isn’t it? Now, tell me what’s got you so upset that you’ve cried y’self out so hard that y’got a killer headache right now?” His lips quirk up at the soft, barely noticeable laugh coming from the other end of the line. One that probably would’ve gone unnoticed to anyone else, but not to Harry. 
“How’d you know? Hurts like hell, though. But, um— I miss you, a lot, obviously. And I hate that we’ve been fighting more now that you’re on the road again and I’m not with you, it doesn’t feel good because all I want is you here with me. All I want is you to come home. It- it feels so empty without you here.” 
“Princess, I-“ he starts, but she cuts him off before he could continue. 
“In all four years of our relationship, it’s never been so hard for us to be- us? And I thought about it, y’know, been crying myself to death over you, Mr. Styles, you’re quite the heartthrob. Literally.” You snort softly, trying to break the ice. Her lips draw up when she hears a matching chuckle coming from him. 
“Tell me then, what’d you realize, silly girl?” He says. 
“I don’t feel like I can be away form you for too long. It doesn’t feel like home here, and I think,” She whispers. “None of our places feel like home when you're not there. I think home has always been wherever you are.”
“Lovie,” Harry’s voice breaks, a telltale sign that he too was feeling the swell of emotion. “Y’breaking m’heart over here.”
“I’m sorry, I just– y'told me to be honest and you needed-”
“I needed to know. Thank y’for telling me, but I’ll see you so soon, Angel. Actually, I can even-” His voice cuts before more rustling is heard, and she can hear the muffled sounds of Harry’s voice, so she assumes that he’s pressed the phone to his chest. A few more brief hums are heard before a muffled ‘thank you!’ makes her brows furrow. “Right then, what’re you doing in like, say 4 to 5 hours?” 
She makes a confused face at this. “What? Uh– nothing, why?”
“You’re coming home, baby.”
After exclamations of shock were given to Harry, he excuses himself from the call to get back to his meeting, leaving Y/N laying in her bed staring at the same stars that watched her weep in shock. She sits up with her hands on the white duvet, eyes wide as she whispers out, “I have to pack.”
Jumping out of her bed, she wheels her extra large suitcase out of hers and H’s shared walk-in closet, her green Pleasing beach bag already resting on one of the hooks on the bedroom door. A flurry of clothes, toiletries, makeup, and hair equipment gets sporadically thrown around the room, everything ultimately ending up in her suitcase. She places her more important items into her beach bag which now worked as her carry-on, and wheels everything out into the foyer. 
Checking the time which now reads 6:30, she calls for an Uber to arrive at their house to transport her to the LAX airport. Her flight was set to leave in 2 and half hours, leaving her with just enough time to check in, find her gate, and grab a coffee once she's got to her terminal.
The long flight went just as expected, her fear of flying slightly eliminated by the (in her opinion, wildly unnecessary) first-class seating, courtesy of her incredibly dramatic boyfriend. She fell asleep 2 hours into the flight and slept for the majority of the it, her lack of sleep finally catching up to her. Waking up about 30 minutes before landing, she twists her head to open the window door, being greeted with the softest sunset she’s convinced she’s ever seen. And suddenly, her chest doesn’t feel as tight anymore.
The baggage claim was a wreck, delaying her from seeing Harry by another hour, but eventually, she made it into the car of the driver that Harry sent. Staring out the window, the condensation from the weather outside slightly obstructed her view of the beautiful city that she’d never seen before, and all she could think about was how she wanted to experience it with her love. 
“Ma’am, we’re here.” The driver calls from the front, distracting her from her thoughts. Thanking him profusely, she jumps out of the vehicle, running toward the back entrance that Jeff had texted her to go to. The security guard at the door, James, a kind older man who she’s known since she started dating Harry, opens his arms and greets her with a smile. She grins and runs into his arms, James lifting her a little. Her dynamic with James reminded her of the relationship she'd had with her late father, and that made him even more important and special to her. 
“Mi sonrisa,” She looks at him with a bright smile. “Welcome back.” 
“Muchas gracias, te he extrañado,” She greets back, grabbing the VIP pass that he’d pulled out of his pocket. “I’ll see you in a few, thank you for waiting for me!” 
A wide grin is now plastered on her face, nearly splitting her face in half. This is where she belonged. Skipping down the halls of the venue, occasionally asking a worker passing by where the hallways were to get to the dressing rooms. Once she finally found them, she walked up to Harry’s, a nervous twinge making itself known in her tummy. Raising a fist to knock, she taps on the door softly with her knuckles, waiting for Harry to answer the door. She doesn’t even have time to register that the door opened at all before she’s grabbed by Harry and immediately pulled into his arms.
“My sweet love,” His voice is hoarse, strained, almost as if he’d been crying. He pulls her back just enough to see her face, a soft smile on his face and green eyes shiny with tears. He places a kiss on her forehead, before dipping down to be eye level with her and laying the softest kiss on her lips. It was featherlight, and the room was quiet, so quiet, that the only sounds that were heard were their soft, slowly interconnecting breaths, and the soft smack of their lips breaking. Harry stared at her face once more, Y/N sharing the same sentiment, nothing but pure understanding in both of their eyes. It was Y/N who broke first this time, connecting their lips in a deeper, meaningful kiss. 
When they both pulled away, Harry pressed another kiss to her temple before cradling the back of her head with his hand, bringing her face into his neck. Tilting his head down to have his lips leveled with her ear, he whispered, “Welcome home.”
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foliosriot · 1 year ago
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YOU’D BE BETTER OFF ON YOUR OWN ♱ PART ONE
nicholas ruffilo x reader
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WARNINGS!!
talk of cheating (being cheated on). brief mentions of physical abuse and verbal abuse. overall just being in an abusive and toxic relationship. based on Dakota by Between You & Me.
AUTHOR’S NOTE!!
and please for the love of god i hope you know the bf referred to is NOT dakota sammons aka kooter of i see stars i seriously did not make the connection until it was too late and it’s literally just the title of the song okok anyways enjoy
masterlist. ybbooyo masterlist.
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It happened.
You can not believe you let it happen in the first place. After so many incidents and so many apologies you thought you would be able to finally let it go once and for all.
But you know you’re just a punching bag, incapable of fighting back.
Long story short you caught Dakota cheating. Again. You think it may have been the same girl, but you aren’t completely certain. Before you were able to question your boyfriend about those highly inappropriate text messages when you saw them flash on his phone’s home screen, he was already shouting at you. He said such awful, nasty things that had tears gathering in your eyes. He had simply scoffed at the sight of you crying, then left your apartment.
You can only imagine where he stormed off to.
And you, not wanting to be alone with your thoughts for the rest of the night, called the one person who would drop whatever they were doing to come to your aid: your best friend since childhood, Nick.
Nick hadn’t hesitated to rush over to your place after you called him crying. If you remember correctly, you had only gotten a few words out before he was saying he’d be right over.
“N-Nicky. I-I need—“
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m on my way.”
He was walking through the front door not even five minutes later.
As soon as he entered your bedroom Nick was hurrying over to you where you were huddled into a ball on your bed. You had the covers pulled up over you, so you couldn’t see him, you only felt the mattress dip. Through the layers of blankets covering you, there was a light weight settling on your body. You instantly knew it was Nick’s hand.
After a few minutes of crying under your blankets and silently relishing in the faint feeling of Nick’s hand resting on you, you finally unraveled yourself from the ball you had contorted into. You push back the covers to see Nick looking at you worriedly. But the sight of him is a massive relief.
“Hey,” he says softly.
You sniffle. “Hi,” you say back in a broken voice.
You finally sit up and, tugging the blankets tightly around your body, shift to sit right beside Nick, who has his back pressed against the wall. Your head settles on his shoulder and you release one of your shaking hands to grab at his. He threads your fingers together wordlessly, his warm skin comforting.
Neither one of you speak. Nick knows you just need a shoulder to cry on at the moment, and you will be eternally thankful for him. He is always there for you whenever Dakota fucks with you and your relationship.
Nick is one of — if not the — best things that have ever happened to you. He has been one of the only constants in your life for as long as you can remember, and vice versa. The two of you have been inseparable for years. And then adding the rest of Bad Omens into the mix made your overall relationship strengthen and grow.
But no one was prepared for the hellish whirlwind that was Dakota, especially you. Dakota was sweet and charming and always made you laugh. During your high school years, on the days Nick wasn’t able to come and pick you up after school got out, Dakota was right there to give you a ride home (or to Nick’s house). He felt like a safety net you could fall back on whenever you needed it.
And after weeks and weeks of spending time with Dakota and really getting to know him, you had happily said yes when he asked you out.
It was no secret that Dakota didn’t like Nick or your friendship with him. He had been extremely vocal about his distaste regarding it more times than you can count, just in the first month of dating. Nick didn’t like Dakota either, but he was never actively aggressive or downright rude about it. He would rather you be happy than put either relationship of yours at risk, even when he knew Dakota has never deserved you.
Your relationship with Dakota deteriorated as the years went by. He became more and more hostile towards you and your friends, and you were subjected to his ill temper and red hot anger. You were hiding evidence of physical abuse nearly every week. Crying yourself to sleep almost every night. You hated how Dakota was making you feel, but you were scared of what would happen if you ever broke up with him. So you stayed with him, because you never wanted to find out what he was really capable of.
Nick was more than aware of what Dakota was doing to you. You never verbally told him; all he had to do was connect the dots between your constant fights with your boyfriend, how often you called him because you needed someone to talk to, and how you reacted to certain gestures he made.
Nick has always been observant. There was no need to even say anything about Dakota because he already knew. You know he would never tell you “I told you so”.
However, that hasn’t stopped him from warning you time and time again, hoping to steer your brain and heart away from Dakota and his toxicity. It nearly worked when you first caught Dakota cheating on you.
And you will forever beat yourself up over how suave and pitiful Dakota had been when he was apologizing. Saying how “she never meant anything to me”, “it was a stupid mistake”, “I love you”. You will never forgive yourself for accepting his half-assed apology and taking him back.
Taking him back time and time again.
As you remain huddled against Nick, those wretched memories keep spiraling through your head. You can feel the telltale burn of tears stinging at your eyes as you continue sitting in silence.
You squeeze your eyes shut until a fuzzy spattering of stars takes up your vision. Then you’re sitting up quicker than you had anticipated, thus becoming dizzy and attempting to blink away the sudden nausea.
Nick is watching you. You can feel his gaze boring into the side of your head as you manage to clear your eyes. With a hesitant look to the left, you see Nick is, indeed, watching you. His eyebrows are knit together with worry, his forehead creased with the strain.
“Sorry,” you mumble, reaching up to swipe at your nose. “I know I’m probably overreacting.”
“You’re not overreacting at all,” Nick tells you. A new wave of tears is now inching down your face at the softness of Nick’s voice. “You shouldn’t have to put up with this.”
You don’t bother to reply. You cry quietly, trying to feel any ounce of comfort in Nick’s presence. But it isn’t working anymore, because all you can think about is Dakota. How shitty Dakota is and how badly you want to leave him. But you can’t leave Dakota, you can’t! You know he loves you, you know he cherishes the time you’ve been together and all of the things you’ve experienced as a couple. He’s good. Dakota is good to you. You’ve just lost sight of that a bit.
“Your boyfriend fucking sucks, by the way.”
Nick’s sudden comment throws you off. You blink away a few tears as you look over at him, your mouth hanging open a fraction.
"What?" you ask dumbly.
“Dakota? Your boyfriend? He fucking sucks.”
“I-I don’t get it.”
Nick rolls his eyes, scooting closer to you from his position on the bed. He turns his gaze towards you, and his pale irises go from glowing with a spark of hate to something much lighter. His knees are right up against yours as he sticks his arm out in a silent way of asking you to take his hand. You hesitate, but then you're sliding your fingers between his until your palms are flush.
“I’ve lost count for just how many times he’s made you cry,” Nick says, his voice soft. “Your partner shouldn’t be the reason you cry, honeybee.���
Your breath hitches at the nickname. Nick hasn’t called you that in a quite a long time; a part of you thinks it’s because of Dakota. You’re shaking like a leaf as you continue listening to your best friend.
“I know I’ve said this before, but Dakota is fucking awful to you.” You nearly cringe at the pity that is heavily evident in his words. “He doesn’t deserve you. He never has. And I think it may finally be time to leave him. Be done with his yelling and anger and all the lies and cheating. He’s hurting you so fucking bad.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. “I can’t,” you whisper. “I can’t leave him, Nick.”
“Why not?” he asks. His thumb is lightly stroking your skin, a calming gesture in this moment of frustration.
“I—“ A weak sob escapes your throat. You force yourself to look back at Nick, and it pains you to see the sympathy mixed with fury swirling in his eyes. “I just can’t.”
“Yes, you can. If you’re afraid of how he’ll react or whatever, I am more than willing to be in the room. Or I can be a room away, or the guys and I can be in the vicinity if that would make you feel safer.”
Nick pauses. He scoots closer until there is only a few inches of space separating you.
“I can’t stand how Dakota treats you, honeybee,” Nick tells you in a near whisper. “He’s an asshole who doesn’t get to treat you like shit. You’re better off on your own.”
His words run a spike through your chest. But you know he’s right: you don’t deserve to be treated like shit by your own boyfriend. As much as you believe there’s still some semblance of good somewhere inside of Dakota, you know you shouldn’t have to sit around and wait for it. You deserve better.
You sniffle a couple times then wipe at your nose with your free hand. You meet Nick’s eyes, and you no longer see that tainted hatred; instead, you see a glimmering abundance of love and adoration reflected back at you.
And as you continue to just stare at Nick, your eyes darting all over his facial features — from the stubble that is growing along his jaw, to the few long strands of hair that are dangling in front of his face, even to his barely visible earlobes that are vacant of plugs — your heart seizes for a moment. You think you just be imagining the rosy tint to his cheeks or the apparent nervousness of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. But there is something in the way he’s looking at you. Something that drives that stake deeper and deeper into your soul.
You’re not sure what compels you to say it, but you hear yourself mumble an “Okay.”
At first you aren’t completely certain as to why you’re even saying it. But you need Nick to know what you’re thinking.
“I can’t stay with Dakota.” Your voice breaks at your boyfriend’s name. You swallow thickly. “I don’t want to stay with him anymore, Nicky.”
Nick gingerly cradles your face with his free hand. His touch is cool and soothing on your warm skin, and you can’t help but lean into it. You feel his breath on your chin when he speaks.
“Okay. Do you think you could do it by yourself?” he asks cautiously.
You shake your head. “No. Need you with me,” you say. “Please don’t let him hurt me.”
“I won’t. I’ll never let him hurt you again, honeybee.” Nick presses your foreheads together. “As long as I’m around no one will hurt you ever again, I promise.”
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thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
♱ foliosriot 2023
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lilykatelyn-blog · 1 year ago
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hey!!! can I request a riki oneshot where yall fight and you start ignoring him and he does everything to make it up??? and its a fluffy ending cuz i love mah boi. i looooved ur bf niki hc sooo much!!!
ofc!! Tysm anon!
ෆ I love you ෆ
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pairing: riki x reader
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genre: fluff, angst-ish? I suck at angst sorry 😭 if you didn’t like this send me a message or send in a different request and I’ll fix it, sorry 😭.
warnings: none
summary: your boyfriend is in a bad mood after he gets home from a long day at work, and say something he shouldn’t have. what you don’t know, is that he is beating himself up and ready to beg you to talk to him.
read below the cut!
You jumped up when you heard the door jangle, greeting your boyfriend with a hug to which he just grumbled and walked away. “You okay Riki?” You ask him, eyeing him cautiously. “I’m fine.” He’s sweaty, and he looks upset. “Are you sure? Did you eat? Did-“ “I’m fine! Okay? I just need to go shower, and I don’t need you all clingy and all over me! Just leave me alone, god.” Big mistake. “Oh.” That’s all you could say, just oh. He walked away to go shower, and left you.
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Maybe you shouldn’t have left.. maybe you could have talked about it.. no, you don’t want to be clingy, maybe he really meant it. I’ll just distance myself, that’ll make him happy. You thought to yourself. You put on your headphones, and left your phone on your bed. You got to working on your laptop since you had some work to do, not hearing your phone go off.
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You heard knocking on your door, so you yelled for your roommate to come in. You looked at the door and saw Riki. “Riki? What are you doing here?” “You ignored me so I wanted to see if you were okay.” Oh, did you ignore him? “I didn’t hear, I was working. My boss gave me some extra work- I’m sorry, did you need something important, I’m so sorry, I should have chec-mmph” you got cut off as he pulled you in a hug. that fucking giant had to bend half of his body down to meet yours. “did you ask anything important?” You asked him, trying to pull away to look at him, but he just pulled you in closer. “No, just wanted to make sure you were okay, I really didn’t mean what I said. I was tired and upset and- it was all just a tiring day, I’m sorry Jagiya.” He rambled, still hugging you really close. “It’s fine.” “You’re really not clingy, I’ll do anything to make it up to you! I’ll buy you whatever you want, I’ll make you food, I’ll make time in my schedule, I’ll get you backstage passes to my next show, I’ll-“ “Riki, it’s really fine.” “No I’ll give you anything-“ “it’s fine, now come, you look like you haven’t slept, so let’s cuddle hm?” He was like a little puppy, he looked so cute and sad. It broke your heart, but you guys cuddled and made up as you went to sleep for the night.
bonus
He wouldn’t let up the whole week, he bought you Prada, Chanel, he got you clothes, he stayed true to his word and gave you backstage passes, got a week off to spend time with you, tried to take you to Jamaica for a weekend, tried to buy you a car?! But you didn’t let him, and then he was back to normal, with your movie nights, date nights, everything. This is his way of silently saying I love you, and boy, do you love him too. <3
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I saw people saying they remembered articles from February 2020 about Jason and Olivia separating but living together because of covid and the children, which disappeared around January. To me, the timeline doesn't make sense. Why was Jason perfectly happy with Olivia saying they split in February 2020 in the first article in November 2020 if he already knew about Harry? Also, Harry’s team putting an article out saying he wasn't to blame for this affair, and he was told they weren't together less than 12 hours later was funny.
Look, essentially you have three separate teams (Olivia’s, Jason’s and Harry’s) all doing separate things + the DWD promo team/the studio’s doing its own thing. Then you have the three of them also all doing their own separate things. I don’t think we’ll ever know exactly what happened because obviously they all have reasons to lie lol and did and will. Jason would obviously not want to have been publicly cucked - no man, let alone a Gen Xer man who’s very much a dude - would want that out there. It’s not imo that sympathetic to have had your BM fuck Harry Styles while living with you, it’s kind of deeply embarrassing. So I can see him also being invested in rewriting the timeline to look like he was less of a cuckold. Olivia obviously lies (we know this) so she likely was lying to both men. Harry wouldn’t want to be seen as splitting up a family tbh so whatever he knew or didn’t know like he also would’ve been invested in making the timeline like… more palatable lol so Jason and Olivia split up but were amicable co-parents and then he and Olivia started dating like that’s obviously a better version to put out than “Olivia cheated”? Especially since they still had the movie to put out so like 💀💀💀
idk man people who aren’t even famous lie and fudge timelines. My partner’s ex told people she met her AP the night he (my bf/her ex/her then husband) kicked her out and that they met on accident. She said she got kicked out after a big blowout fight, it was the middle of the night (this part is true) and she went to a friend’s house (unclear if this is true) because she was upset (probably true) etc and this new guy coincidentally happened to be staying there and that’s when they met. But like that’s not true lol. She got kicked out because her then husband saw messages on her phone from this other guy after she came home late and drunk after a meet up with this guy. Odds are she actually went to that guy’s house tbh and she def knew him - biblically - at that stage. But she tried to lie about it lol because saying “I got caught cheating and my husband told me to GTFO” isn’t a very sympathetic story. She also apparently then changed that story a bit when probed and like said my partner was distant and cold and shit and basically emotionally abusive which drove her to cheat/look for other guys lol. Again, more of a sympathetic story than “she cheated and got caught”. She also well likely believes some version of that second story idk she probably thinks if my bf/her ex was different then she wouldn’t have cheated. But also she stayed with the AP until he died in COVID because he was an anti vaxxer and anti masker and stuff but also recent tea I obtained through mutual friends because I’m xoxo gossip girl tbh heavily suggests that she cheated on that new/now dead guy too so maybe she should be asking herself why she keeps cheating lol idk.
Idk that lady’s thought processes like she’s just super fucking crazy imo and kinda a bad person. Not because she’s my bf’s ex because especially when I’ve been pissed at him I’ve investigated this and y’all know how much I like doing detective work and I really am a girls’ girl (pussies included and like he is not wrong in that she’s attractive so my drunk ass one time was like “how funny would it be if her and I got together” and then I truly FBI’d) and I’ve actively wanted to know like what he lied about (because everybody lies) or where the piping hot tea is being poured (I want to be there) but what I keep coming up with… is she is a crazy ass cunt lol who lies and cheats and has done so since she was a teenager (because a friend of hers from school is still mutuals with both her and my bf and I quizzed her - subtly - and like… bruh this lady is insane lol which actually at the time was an L for me because it was during our break and I was trying to prove he is always the problem).
my point is people involved in cheating generally speaking lie so idk why you’d expect to figure out exactly who knew what and when about complete strangers. I wouldn’t trust like friends’ versions of their cheating accounts 100% let alone the cheating accounts of total strangers. I assume Jason, Olivia and Harry all lied (to each other and to their teams and their teams lied too because it was a bad vibe situation???)
I’m not sure who the crazy ass cunt is in their situation. All or none idk. Could go either way.
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bunnyrab1d · 2 years ago
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Game is currently under Hiatus I am terribly sorry!! However I’d like to use this post to talk about something very serious we are currently experiencing. It will be my only time addressing this.
Me and my Bf had been in a poly relationship that ended super rocky and with us evicting the two partners we were with, those two said partners had lost their jobs and made little to no effort to find other income when our agreement had been splitting rent, utilities, etc. They both then became increasingly financially dependent on us when we both did not want that, as me and my Bf are both lower class and don’t have much to spare, For 8 months straight we paid their bills, necessities, etc. we were struggling horribly and I begged them both to find jobs and little to no surprise - no effort. Going so as far to make the dynamic light hearted calling me ‘sugar mommy’ etc. it was completely demeaning and I was struggling severely mentally being the breadwinner for two people older than me, I got with both of them Freshly at 18, and we broke up when I was almost 20. During the eviction process the two went behind my back to convince my Bf to leave me for them, saying horrible things about me and trying to frame me for abusing my bf. Which was not the case whatsoever, Me and my bf had literally been together since I was 10, We grew up together and He has been nothing but the best to me.
They got us to a point in financially trouble where I have 6k in debt, we lived with no power and no water for a minute. And I was pulling 80 hour weeks to make sure we all still had a roof over our heads. We were drowning in bills.
However this issue arises, I have been doxxed by both of my ex partners. Deadnamed, addresses leaked, continuous hate on all platforms i posses. It’s overwhelming and draining my mental state further, I block and I block and I cannot escape them. And it is absolutely devastating seeing and platform I have tried and dreamed of building to be torn down to this extent. And legal action has been to no avail due to police taking their sweet time with the restraining orders in process, I get detailed and gut wrenching death threats almost on the daily. They know where I work, they knew where I lived up until we moved for safety. And these two have a history of burned bridges along the lines of this, But I am not completely innocent.
The way I handled the situation was utterly immature, I was angry and I said things I shouldn’t of. I was mean and cruel and it came from a deep seeded hatred that had built over time for those two partners, I had continued to financially support them but any emotion I had towards them were negative for 5 months straight, it was loveless and my BF didn’t want to break their hearts. I pretended to “stay” and I really wished I didn’t, it got me into a hurt situation and brought me down to the lowest point of my life. I wish I could go back and time and just not get with the two of them. Now me and my BF have to go through intensive therapy and constantly have to try and evade our old socials and handles due to the amount of hate we get, it’s dogpiling. It’s utterly exhausting. I am exhausted, and if you are one or both of the two seeing this, please. All me and my bf want is to be left alone, we are both equally hurt, I am pushing for legal action and I have concrete proof to make sure you two will get that restraining order on. I will continue to fight it and I will not stop until it is active.
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fiery-delights · 11 months ago
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04-02-2024: 7 days
It’s been 7 days since I don’t have an orgasm, as daddy requested.
At the beginning of the week I thought it was going to be easier, that everything was under my control. The theory seemed easy to grasp, but the reality only struck me a few (overly frustrated) days later.
But control was the thing that I didn’t get it then, and I think I get it now – it is not supposed to be under my control.
At the beginning of the week, I was resistant, I fought with myself and I indulged the idea of just doing it and lying about it. My vision was near sighted, looking for the easy and quick doses of pleasure.
If I was the one looking to lose control in the first place, why was I so resistant to let it go and kept trying to find ways to keep it?
Wednesday night was the game changer. I was so needy, I wanted to feel good more than anything. I almost did it.
But, I guess my need to please daddy spoke louder than the lust throbbing between my tights.
Suddenly, a change of mindset: I need to focus on the long-term gains, not the short-term pleasure. This is what daddy wants. He IS in control. I’ll trust him.
And that was it. Everything was different after that change in perspective.
Only you, daddy, to have a grip in my brain and make me logically dissuade myself from an orgasm.
The other nights, every time I was touching myself, orgasm was not the goal anymore. The goal was the edge. To get really fucking close and stop.
Every time I was right on the edge, I happily stopped, and longed for the day that daddy will let me cum for him.
I’m not going to lie. It’s hard. The temptation is there. But daddy knows better, and I am somehow enjoying and finding a different pleasure in getting to the edge and thinking that I am being such a good girl, doing exactly what daddy wants. I’ll make him so proud.
I was scared to have sex, tough. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist. At the same time, with all the buildup I was so horny, I needed sex. I managed to avoid it the whole week, but I couldn’t wait anymore.
Saturday I was so HORNY. I am sure not even my bf was expecting such a dirty little slut for dinner.
I appeared at the bedroom wearing nothing but little black lacy panties, a ribbon and some toys in my hand.
“I want to play.” I spoke.
“I am falling sleeping already.” And he was.
“I don’t care. Keep it up.” I crawled on top of the bed and started touching his cock above his shorts. He laughed. “I want to suck your cock, I want you to cum in my mouth tonight.”
He started to show interest in my suggestion, in my movements.
“Remember the other day when you fucked me in the ass with the dildo in my pussy? Today I want to switch. I want the plug in my ass, and you in my pussy.”
I don’t remember what he said, to be honest. I know I am being cruel, but sometimes I am.  
Soon, I was showing him my asshole while I put the plug in. I tied the ribbon around my neck, like a leash, and gave him the end to pull and choke me at his mercy.
I sat in reverse cowgirl and I rode his cock, rubbing my clit in his balls. I grabbed the wand and put it on my clit.
I wanted all the stimulation I could get.
One thing about reverse cow girl, daddy? Really easy to imagine I am being your little slut.
After some time, I was on my fours on the bed, with my head on the mattress and butt up in the air.
Plug in the ass, cock pounding my pussy and the wand in my clit.
It was good. After some time, I was right on the edge.
And I stopped. I let it go of the wand and turned to my side, getting away from him.
It was so crazy. I am still fascinated by what happened. Unlike the other days, when I was alone, there was no internal fight in my mind. It was perfectly clear. It was not only daddy’s demands, but it was mine too. I didn’t want to cum. Daddy owns my orgasms, only he gets them.
I swear, I felt like the 1800’s men, saying they were bewitched by a woman when they did something immoral.
A deep sense of loyalty is driving my actions for someone I’ve never met. Bewitched: I am sure that was what they meant back then.
“I want you to put the dildo in my pussy, and I want your cock in my mouth. I want all my holes filled, a one-man gangband.” I said, distracting him from asking any questions about why I was avoiding cumming.
He was excited with the idea. The distraction worked perfectly.
Soon, I was with all my holes filled and being fucked in the mouth. After some time, my mouth was filled with cum.
I ran to the bathroom and took a picture for daddy, as he had requested.
I was so proud of my self for not cumming.
When this week began, I never thought I would be happy to not cum.
But I am. Truly.
Pleasing and obeying daddy is better than any quick orgasm.
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inthemourninglight · 5 months ago
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Okay so I’m gonna tell yall the tea but under the cut cause it’s a STORY
So you need some context. K was my best friend, I’ve known her since 9th grade but we became inseparable best friends a little over two years ago. Since becoming friends i, as well as others, noticed K has gotten progressively more jealous/resentful of me but I didn’t even know why??? Or like what the fuck I did?? Anyways N was a friend of mine also from 9th grade, and we started hanging out seriously again about a year ago. K and N had a class together in highschool but weren’t actually friends THIS IS IMPORTANT. A little under a year ago, I introduced K to N and the rest of my friend group. I told K almost immediately that I thought I might be developing feeling for N which is insane bc I’m literally known for being a heartless bitch who never dates or catches feelings. She then said she likes him too and wants to hook up with him. I don’t hook up and was honestly not sure what I was going to do about my feelings for him, and K is never without a man and is the queen of casual sex (she calls herself that I do NOT mean it derogatory I wish I could have sex the way she does). So I said basically “well I’m not going to fuck him rn so I guess you can?” Even tho I was clearly unhappy, I figured why did we both have to be sexless and miserable. It’s my fault for not telling her no she can’t persue him. ANYWAYS They fucked on thanks giving of last year and she stayed the night and just like…. Never left his house.
Fast forward to now. They’ve been dating for 9ish months now, and K is fucking awful to him 9/10 times. She starts fights and is verbally and even a little physically abusive. I have tried to talk some sense into N because I am genuinely worried about him and truly cannot fathom why he loves her anymore. Well sometime last week I was over their house and I had made the comment that I want to go to the mall, and N said he’d like to come with me. He asked if Friday worked for me and I said it probably would and that was it. No actual plan and no one said anything about K being invited. Which, yes, sounds bad bc as her best friend why would I hang out alone with her bf. But remember, me and N were friends before they started dating, and actually before I was friends with her back in high school so it’s not that I’m hanging with my besties bf, I’m hanging with my friend. So N and I made solid plans for Friday on Wednesday over text, where I told him “hey if you wanna invite K that’s totally cool with me, if you wanted to hang with just me, that’s cool too” and I completely left it up to him to tell her his decision because that’s his gf. Well when I went to pick him up Friday, I went into their room and she was in bed looking like she just cried (which she does over anything that doesn’t go her way) so I figured something silly happened and asked her multiple times if she was okay. She said yes she was fine and declared she was going up to shower. N asked her multiple times after following her up if she was okay, and she kept brushing him off so we left thinking she was just having a weird morning since she literally wouldn’t tell us what was wrong. We got home 30 minutes before she had to go to work, and when we went to talk to her she said she was leaving for work and avoided us both and left. I was really hurt by the way she treated me considering I still had no idea why she was upset. Turns out she was mad N and I hung out without her. He said he figured that’s why she was mad because she’s always mad when he sees his friends without her, but today was 100x worse than ever. I told him everything and explained that it’s because I liked him back then and she still feels the need to compete with me even tho I’d change anything about myself just to make her feel like she’s better than me I just want my friend. He told me he’s sick of her treating him badly and that he’s going to ask her to stay with her parents for a few days. I texted her and asked her if we could talk later because she’s clearly upset with me. She then blew up at me over text and said some very hurtful things. I told her she didn’t communicate her upset AT ALL earlier when I could’ve fixed it so I couldn’t possibly know that was bothering her considering she should know I’m not a home wrecker PLUS I am friends with N. He is not only her bf but my good friend so it really wasn’t weird we’d wanna hang out. I told her wouldn’t be treated like that and it’s unacceptable to hold something I did against me if she didnt tell me what I did wrong in the first place. She then said more mean things and I said fuck this I’m done and blocked her, knowing she’d want the last word. She then started a fight with N over the phone where they almost broke up before she rushed home and I left.
I get a call from N’s number an hour later, and it’s her crying and apologizing and telling me to meet her at the hospital because she’s having chest pains. She fakes multiple injuries/illnesses a month in order to get attention and she is a compulsive liar. I told her it was because she is hyperventilating/worked up and that I am still upset so I will not be meeting her and she should call a family member. She proceeded to get mad that I wouldn’t come sit with her, yelled at me more, and then hung up. I spoke to N after that, who sounded like shit. He then left the hospital once she was in the ER, and went to have a beer with his friends and I haven’t heard from him since. I texted K one last time last night, asking if she spoke to her mother because her mom was calling me worried. K then told me she left the hospital bc she didn’t want to stay alone and I wouldn’t come sit with her. I said I hope she feels better and I haven’t heard from her since.
I’m still on the life360 circle so I can see that she’s still there with him and that ig he took her back. Neither of them reached out today so ig neither are bothered much by the fact they lost me as a friend. I’m doing not great™️ but I’ll live ig. Anyways that’s insanely long no one is reading all that but venting was good lemme know if you need more details or context
You guys would not BELIEVE the day that I have had. So. Much. Drama.
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dongfuck · 3 years ago
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#1 February 14th (Voicemails) - l.dh
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pairing: bf/ex!donghyuck x fem reader (ft. jisung cause i’m a whore for him)
genre: angst, slight fluff (just a little)
warnings: toxic relationship, cheating but not really cheating, verbally and physically fighting, lots of curse words, haechan is a jerk and so are you, they’re both annoying asf, slapping (not sexually), drinking, pregnancy (not the mc), reader cries a lot, you’ll know when you read. p.s, i’m using the term ‘y/n’ since it’s easier like that
wc: 5.7k
note: this is part one! part two will be released wednesday/thursday^^ voicemails is the alternative title. sort of like ‘favorite (vampire)’
taglist: @aedreamzy , @mark-wife-renjun-whore , @ashkuuuu , @subhyuck , @yutaily , @edeljn , @mlee8299 , @minniehyuck , @ffuullssuunn , @cozmaslow , @squishy-pink , @punnshine
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songs to listen to while you read (a spotify playlist)
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Hey! It’s Chan! get it? hey-chan? leave a message! -beep-
[ 15.48 ] voicemail
“hey, when are you coming back?”
[ 16.20] voicemail
“call me back when you get this.”
[ 18.55 ] voicemail
“don’t ignore me hyuck. i know you’re listening to this.”
[ 19.01 ] voicemail
“oh my fucking god lee donghyuck, answer my goddamn calls! your fucking mum is coming over in about 30 minutes so get your stupid ass here!”
[ 21.34 ] voicemail
“i fucking hate you. you left me to deal with your rude ass mum?! you fucking know i hate her and you just ignored me?? rot in hell.”
[ 21.50]
you let out a groan as you stared at the front door of your shared house, starting to get impatient. donghyuck said that he would be home at exactly half past three to help clean up the house to leave an impression towards his mom. he himself confirmed it, but guess what? he fucking left you to do all of it alone. what a gentleman isn’t he.
figuring that you’d be alone for the rest of the night, you decided to call your best friend, jisung.
you and jisung have been friends since forever. i’m telling you, the moment the two of you were born, you made eye contact in the baby crib at the hospital.
no i’m kidding. you guys met at elementary school, the two of you were about 9 when you guys started hanging out.
the both of you would go everywhere together. i’m talking tuition, parks, and even sometimes classes that only one of you took, that was if the host allowed. easy to say, you two were inseparable. even after you got a boyfriend… which resulted to him hating whatever jisung did.
donghyuck would occasionally say that jisung’s in love with you, or wants to steal you away from him. when the truth is, both of them were at fault.
you and donghyuck started dating when you and jisung were already friends, so hyuck wasn’t in the place to be mad at him. and for the other guy, he knows you have a boyfriend. he knows that donghyuck hates him. hates when he hangs out with you, hates when he comes over, hates when he’s, well, just breathing in general.
but that doesn’t stop him from hanging out with you though. in fact, he doesn’t give a shit about him. he acts like donghyuck doesn’t even exist, which pissed him off.
after you had called jisung and invited him over, you heard keys jangling from outside. at that moment, you knew it was your boyfriend, he always gets his keys mixed.
you pretended like you weren’t just waiting for him and walked over to the kitchen, making it seemed like you just got out of your room and wanted something to drink.
“sorry for not answering your calls, i was uh… busy.” you were almost drunk by the smell of him when he walked in. he was sober, yes, but he reeked of alcohol.
you didn’t reply to him though, you just walked passed him, the smell of rum invading your lungs.
just as you were about to walk into your room, there was a sound of a car pulling up in front of your house.
curious, donghyuck turned towards the sound and started peeking through the window next to the door.
oh shit. not now.
a knock was heard and donghyuck, who was closest to the door, opened it wide before you could reach him, revealing a blonde jisung.
“you? what are you doing here?” the look on his face was the same as jisung’s when he looked at you.
“i thought you said you were alone?”
“you fucking called him over?!” the two men turned to look at you, one with rage, and the other with pure confusion.
rubbing your forehead, you said “whatever it is, jisung’s here now so he might as well come in. it’s already dark outside.”
the blonde haired boy walked passed hyuck, not sparing a “hi” nor a glance at the man.
“i need to have a fucking word with you lee y/n.” god not this again.
the same thing over and over again, “i told you you’re not allowed to see that guy!”, “i fucking hate his guts!” bla bla bla. you were tired of listening to his bullshit every time he sees you with jisung. it was getting old.
you escorted jisung to the guest room before walking back to the hall where hyuck was seen seated silently.
“what is it this time?” you asked with pure boredom, you weren’t interested in anything he was gonna say. “look. you can’t be bringing this man over anytime you want to. and you told him you were alone?? what were you two going to do alone?!”
“hey! i said that i was alone so he wouldn’t have to worry about dealing with your shit again!”
“so you even care about what he feels?! what about what i feel?! i’m still your boyfriend y/n!”
“of course i care about what he feels, he’s my best friend! even before you came along. i can’t believe chenle had introduced you to me that day. even worse, i can’t fucking believe i fell for you!” you groaned.
from this angle, you can see how his whole demeanour had changed. how his brows went from tense to confused, how his plump lips formed a thin line, how his chest halted.
“what… what do you mean..? do you regret meeting me? do you regret saying yes to me that day? do you regret having anything to do with me?!”
huffing, you closed your eyes tightly before opening them again as you felt hot liquid trailing down the side of your right eye.
“yes.”
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that night, donghyuck had slept in the living room, in complete distraught about what you had said to him, and he himself chose to sleep on the sofa after you had came out of the room to asked him to sleep with you.
the next morning, there was this very awkward atmosphere when the three of you sat by each other across the dining table during breakfast.
jisung was seated opposite of you, eating silently while your boyfriend was next to you, continuously glaring at the former.
jisung left after breakfast and throughout the whole day, hyuck wasn’t being his usual self. he locked himself in yours and his room and only came out when he was hungry, he hadn’t spoke a word to you besides “i’m going out.”, which you wouldn’t have let him if he wasn’t so upset with you.
for the first time in forever, you felt guilty towards him. there was this aching feeling where you just wanted to give him a hug and tell him you meant nothing of what you said that night, but you were ego.
you didn’t want to let your guard down, you didn’t want to show him your weak side, you didn’t want him to know that you surprisingly have a soft spot for him even after all the arguments.
so you kept your head high and played along with his silent treatment.
now, donghyuck was actually soft in the inside okay. and i know this might sound a little cliché and cheesy but deep down, he wanted you to take care of him, to smother him with hugs and kisses, to be treated like he was loved. but you couldn’t give that to him as much as you wanted to.
you loved him, yes, but you also had to take care of yourself. you don’t have the time to give him the love and affection he wants… at least that was your mindset.
now you were once again, seated on the beige couch as you stare at the locked front door. wishing you had stopped him from leaving. he didn’t tell you where he was going nor when he’d be back so you really weren’t expecting anything.
two hours passed and it’s currently 23.57. by this time, it’s already too late for him to come back so he’s either drunk or sleeping with some other girls (unconfirmed fact), you learned that after two years of living with him.
when you became tired of waiting, you decided to just go to bed but then a familiar sound of keys was heard, and in came the all mighty lee donghyuck.
he was drunk, again. he was tumbling and you’d be surprised if he was to walk without falling face first. so you slowly walked up to him and placed your arm over his shoulders and started walking him towards your room, making sure he doesn’t trip.
the boy lifted his head from facing the ground to take a good look at you, squinting his eyes while doing so.
“y/n~ have i ever told you that you’re really pretty? like reaaallyyy pretty. i’m almost jealous.” he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, warmth engulfing him.
you couldn’t believe what you had heard. the last time he called you pretty was wayy back when you guys went on your first date.
now i’m not gonna get into that since it would take forever, but you simply smiled at the compliment, knowing that you might not hear it from him again.
with his face still on your neck, he muttered the words, “i’m sorry…” before passing out.
what— what just happened? you looked at his passed out state before chuckling lightly.
“idiot”
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“ugh my head hurts…” hyuck sat up and held his aching head, looking around the room for any sign of you.
“babe?” he called out when he realised you weren’t in bed with him. as he was about to get out of bed, his head started aching again. and before he knew it, he was kneeling in front on the toilet bowl, throwing up whatever he had last night.
he walked out of the bathroom lightheaded, still calling out for you. “y/n can you help me with something?” no response, so he tries again. “y/nnn” no response.
he was starting to get worried, quietly hoping you’d just didn’t hear him and was in the hall. but as he exited the room, he spotted you in the kitchen, stirring something in the pot he bought you.
“what’re you making?” he walked up behind you, “kidney soup.”
“…what?”
“kidding, i’m making hangover soup for your idiotic self. i told you to stop drinking didnt i? look what happened to you.” you were always a little protective over him, making sure he’s healthy and eats just enough amount of food needed.
donghyuck sighed as he took a seat by the counter, fiddling with his fingers “i know, i know, i’ll try to… stop. but what did happen to me last night?”
with your back still facing him, you said; “you passed out while i was bringing you to our room.”
“oh… did i say anything mean to you or…”
at that question, you whole body froze in its place. should i tell him what he told me? or should i just tell him he didn’t say anything?
“you didn’t say anything mean. you were actually pretty nice for once. i think i prefer you drunk, hyuck.” you teased, and as expected, he took it lightly.
now it might seem like you two have this wonderful relationship that everyone wants, but in reality, none of it is gonna last. the both of you were sure that you’d end up picking a fight with each other by the end of the day but for now, you guys wanted to just enjoy the feeling of being in a normal relationship.
turning off the stove, you scooped some of the soup and poured it into a bowl before handing it over to the man behind you.
“here. drink this before you shower.” and then you left, walking over to the bathroom.
donghyuck wanted to say something, at least a thank you for taking care of him but you had left before he could even mutter a single word.
“thank you, y/n…” he smiled.
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as you were in the shower, you kept thinking about what hyuck had said last night, smiling and blushing to yourself every time you thought of it.
what if he didn’t mean it? what if he was just blurting out some random words and managed to form a “you’re pretty”? but you know what they say, a drunk man never lies.
“omg i look like a freaking idiot right now. stop smiling y/n.” you scolded yourself, but the smile on your face was uncontrollable which resulted to you failing miserably.
there was a sudden knock at the bathroom door followed by a familiar voice. “y/n. your ‘best friend’ is fucking here.” there was slight venom in his voice, scaring you a little.
shit, just when things start to get better.
you turned off the shower and proceeded to wipe yourself before exiting the place and secretly entering your room, hoping none of the boys saw you.
when you tip-toed into the room, you didn’t realise there was another presence in there with you, causing you to squeal when you saw him.
“hyuck! you fucking scared me!” you held your chest.
“wear something proper and go see what he wants. he’s been here for too long already.” he folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes dramatically.
scoffing, you replied with “it has literally been 5 minutes since you called me.”
you walked into the closet before picking out something casual and putting it on. when you walked out, hyuck wasn’t in the room anymore so you figured he’s outside with jisung.
“hey jii!” you gave jisung a quick hug once you saw him in the living room, sitting awkwardly with donghyuck next to him.
“what’s brings you here?” you asked. “er— i actually wanted to talk to you about something… about jeno hyung…”
you were… confused. jeno was your step-brother but you two stopped keeping in touch with one another ever since you got with hyuck.
jeno hated him. he tells you that he’s no good for you but you never listen. you loved donghyuck, and plus, he was really a ladies guy back then (it was only 2 years ago lawd).
after finding out you took none of his words into account, he decided to leave. he left to busan, which is not quite far away from where you’re currently staying at. to— start fresh, as he would say.
you didn’t know how jisung managed to contact jeno (since he’d changed his number) nor did you care. but now that he’s bringing up the latter, you were curious as to what he has at the tip of his tongue.
“what about him?”
“can we speak privately? it’s really important…” said jisung. side-eyeing haechan.
your boyfriend took the hint and got up, not forgetting to roll his eyes in the process.
“okay… what’s going on?” you asked for the third time that day. “jeno he uh— he’s planning on visiting you later today, and i’m pretty sure he’s on his way right now.”
“…i don’t get it?”
“what i’m saying is! you need to come up with an excuse to get haechan hyung to leave the house for a minute while jeno hyung’s visiting you! you know how much he loathes him…!”
you didn’t know what to say, can’t haechan just stay here while jeno’s in? why do i have to lure him out? i can deal with jeno’s shenanigans, it’s haechan’s i can’t…
jisung most likely had noticed your change of behaviour when he spoke again, “and if you’re wondering why, jeno would be fuming if he sees him in here, still happily dating you!”
“i wouldn’t exactly call our relationship happy…” you said discontently.
jisung sighed. “i would love to comfort you and tell you it’s okay right now, but we really don’t have much time. please just tell me you’ll do it? it’s not just for your sake, but haechan’s as well.”
“for haechan…”
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the clock is ticking. it was a quarter to six the last time you looked at it and now it was 20 minutes into six.
all you could do was think and think. what’re you thinking about you may ask? well, you’re thinking about ways to fucking get hyuck out of the house while you deal with jeno’s so-call surprise.
nervousness got the best of you by the time you were biting on your nails anxiously. it might seem like you were being overly dramatic here but just think about it, having to kick your high-tempered boyfriend out to spare some time as your step-brother comes visit you. the possibility of the plan not succeeding was 80% knowing how smart donghyuck is. he’d see right through your façade.
you were blindly going mad at the thought of either one of the boys putting two and two together and figuring out your little game. you were almost scared. almost. but where’s the fun without a little bit of risk?
surely you have nothing to lose if your plan fails. besides weakening your relationship with your stepbrother and most likely breaking up with your alleged boyfriend, everything seems fine. yeah. totally fine.
“hey you alright?” a voice called out from in front of you. you looked up from the ground just to be met with a pair of eyes staring directly at you.
“yeah i’m good.” you smiled softly at him. “good. cause i'm about to go out and buy some juice, wanna come?” he insisted.
he's going out...? fuck this is great!
shaking your head, you spoke again. “no thank you, I'm fine... actually uh- could you maybe buy me some pads? i uh kinda ran out.”
“sure. which type?”
you darted your gaze to the clock behind haechan and noticed that it was already 18.58.
shit... jeno’s gonna be here anytime now...
“just!” you took a deep breath before continuing “just anything...”
he probably noticed your peculiar actions but questioned nothing of it. instead, he riled you up with "you really are on your period, huh."
you consciously widened your eyes and before you could jump at him, he was already sprinting towards the front door, leaving before you could tell him off.
a while later, you heard a car pulling up at your front porch. which you assume is jeno.
and you were right.
"oh-- jeno? what're you doing here?" you pretended like you weren't just expecting his arrival. "oh, i just wanted to come visit my sister once in a while... why?"
your lips broke into a small genuine smile when he called you his 'sister'. it is nice to have an older brother who cares for you.
"nothing... c-come in..." the smile still lingering on your lips. "don't mind if i do."
before you enter with him, you looked around outside to check for any signs of haechan and stepped into your house.
"you... live alone?" jeno scanned the place, probably looking for something... or someone.
you saw how his gaze was fixed on haechan's leather jacket on the sofa and tried to think of an excuse so he doesn't come to the conclusion that some guy is living with you.
"uhhh yes! but jisung often comes here so i'm not always lonely." you laughed nervously, which jeno didn't fully believe.
"i can tell."
shit i need to distract him
"hey uh jeno? are you hungry? because i'm starving. why don't i cook us something? what'd you like jen?" you made your way towards the kitchen with jeno following suit behind you, still inspecting the place.
"nah im good. i can wait for you if you wanna eat."
"hm."
now, you were standing with your back facing him, your hands pretending like they were busy and your eyes constantly darting to the back to make sure he wasn’t getting any suspicions.
“how uh… how’s life going?” you questioned. “nothing unusual. still working for SME (the only job that exists in my fics is sme okay). what about you? are you seeing anyone?”
silence
“no! of course not! i’m a… happy single lady… yeah.”
you could practically feel jeno squinting his eyes at you from behind but paid no mind at it. at least on the outside it seems like you don’t.
you turned around and placed a plate of chocolate cake that you took out from the fridge and passed a pastry fork to him.
“thanks.”
silence
“okay, i’m just gonna get straight to the point.” he took a deep breath “i’m getting married this august…”
silence
“y-you’re getting married…?”
“yes, and i think i’d be better off if i have your blessing…”
your lips formed a wide grin before you walked over to his side and engulfed him into a tight hug.
“omg i’m so happy for you!! who’s the lucky lady?”
jeno smiled in content as he brushed your hair softly before releasing you. “it might sound crazy but… it’s dongsook..."
wait... dongsook? holy fuck!
"dongsook?! lee dongsook?! as in donghyuck's sister??" you exclaimed. there's no way jeno'd hate hyuck now right? i mean he's getting married to his sister.
jeno took note of the way your eyes lit up when he nodded. which he quickly added, "but! just because im marrying his sister doesn't mean i'll let you date him. he's rude, mean, and toxic. he's like poison to you."
you tried not to blow up in his face and tell him how much of a good boyfriend he is (foul) but you held yourself back since you didn't want jeno to leave with a heavy heart.
"yeah... poison..."
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“oh my fucking god hyuck! he’s my fucking brother! why in fucks sake would i do that?!”
“STEP brother y/n. and you think i don’t know? you think i don’t know that you aren’t on your period? you think i don’t know that you wanted me out so you can have your fun with your ‘brother’?! yeah. i know that. i only left the house for your sake! to make sure that jeno doesn’t find out we’re dating! i know he hates me. you could’ve just told me he was coming. and surprisingly, i’d actually help you out even though i wanted to scream in his face that you’re fucking mine so badly.”
you were speechless. damn. who knew that the man that always seem like he wants to slit your throat actually cares for you.
“hyuck…”
tears were threatening to fall from your eyes at his sudden outburst. this wasn’t the first time it has happened but this time, it felt… different… it felt almost as if he’s done putting up with your shenanigans… almost as if he was gonna leave you.
is this the time? is this the time where he finally lets you go and continue to live his own life? is this the time where he cuts ties with you? are you once and for all ready to let him go?
no. no, you aren’t. and you don’t know what you’d do if he decides to end your relationship.
“you know what. i’ll— i’ll sleep at renjun’s tonight.” his voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.
and you nodded. you couldn’t stop him. it’s best if you two take your time away from each other for the time being.
“…bye.” you let out a long breath when he left the house. it’s alright y/n. everything’s going to be just fine.
you laid yourself on the couch that you love so much as you let the tears you were holding fall freely.
is jeno right? am i better off without him? i mean… i’m a fucking mess.
your hand itched to just grab your phone and dial jisung’s number but you knew it was wrong. you knew haechan would be disappointed in you if he sees jisung with you.
you slowly retracted your hand and took a deep breath as you stared at the ceiling. everything just feels so… strange… so confusing. utterly odd.
and with that thought, you fell into slumber.
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it has been two weeks since you last spoke to or contacted haechan. this wasn’t new. taking breaks from each other was something that happens often in your relationship.
but every other time, it isn’t usually this long. the longest you’d waited for him was about a week… and that was 4 months ago.
Hey! It’s Chan! get it? hey-chan? leave a message! -beep-
[ 02.19 ] voicemail
“can you please call me back…? i’m sorry…”
annnnd we’re back with the voicemails, god.
[ 02.36 ] voicemail
“i… i-i miss you…”
[ 03.00 ] voicemail
“i know you’re still mad at me but please just… answer me…”
maybe i should call renjun this time…
“hey renjun?” you said into the phone as you scratch your nape. “everything alright y/n? you never call me.” snickered the boy.
“yeah, everything’s fine, i just wanted to ask you if hyuck’s still at your place?”
“haechan? oh, no. he left a week ago.”
he left? where’s he now?
“oh… do you perhaps know where he went?” you hoped for an answer from renjun but all you got was a “nope.”
“i see… thanks anyways injun!” and you ended the call.
where could he have possibly gone? you thought before leaving the house and drove to your nearby café.
“welcome!” you heard a bright voice call out. “oh, miss y/n! i thought something happened to you, silly me!” rosé (she’s my bae okay), the barista there laughed.
you laughed along softly with her as you made your way to the counter. “the usual?” she asked. “actually, i think i might get an caramel frappe this time. need something sweet today.” you smiled.
“got it!”
“thank you, rosie.”
you sat quietly at the end of the café, pulling out your phone to see 4 miss calls from… haechan?
there was a ring of a bell coming from the entrance followed by rosé’s usual “welcome!” you were still clouded by your own thoughts to even bother to look up. it’s not like you knew them anyway.
but this time, you felt the need to look up. the aura of the wide café became too stuffy and you knew that you needed a breather.
so you got up, head towards the front entrance and that’s when you locked eyes with him. haechan.
“…hyuck?” you called out. “y/n…”
“what’re you—”
“actually, i was looking for you. i have to tell you something.”
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“yeah sure, i’ll call you back when it arrives.” you smiled unconsciously and put down your phone. just in time when rosé suddenly jumps in front of you with a wide smile.
“guess what?”
“wh—”
“guess freaking what!” she jumped around. “okay, okay, what is it?” you were confused as to her sudden enthusiasm.
with the smile never leaving her face, she squealed next to you just to open her mouth and say, “jaehyun’s taking me out on a date tomorrow!” she squealed.
“woah, woah, woah, wait. aren’t you already dating the guy?” you laughed in confusion.
“well, yes, but the last time we went on a date was like, what, 2 months ago?”
“i’m so happy for you!!” you squealed with her. yes, you were happy for her but the whole situation just reminded you of your own relationship. you don’t even remember the last time you went out with him.
“hey… you alright? you don’t seem too good.”
why is everyone asking if i’m fine today? yes! i’m alright! i’m fucking happy!
you nodded with a soft smile, reassuring her. “that’s great then! will you go out shopping with me?”
“wait when’s the date again?” you questioned her. “tomorrow, on valentine’s day!” she grinned again.
it was sunday today, by the way.
little did you know what was coming on the said date.
“of course i’ll go with you.”
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“actually, i was looking for you. i have to tell you something.” donghyuck stated, as serious as ever.
“okay… what is it?” your eyes were trained on the window on your right. you can feel his brown eyes staring right at you and it made you shift in your seat in uncomfortableness.
he cleared his throat before speaking again. “you remember seoyeon right…?”
“yeah?” you squinted your eyes at him. seoyeon was his ex. his ex who he still loves a lot. you couldn’t understand him, if he still loves the girl, why did he break up with her and date you instead? is he just a straight up player that likes to break girls’ hearts? what a jerk.
“well uh, she’s coming over later at 5pm and—”
“and what? you want to have your alone time with her? sure. go ahead. i couldn’t care less.” you got up from your seat in attempts of leaving the place before you felt a hand on your wrist, stopping you from doing so.
he took a deep breath and states, “no. i want you to be there. please?”
you didn’t answer him despite his pleads, instead, you left the café and made your way back home.
you were going to stay. of course you were. you were a sucker for this man and there’s no cure for it. plus, you were curious as to what he has to say.
an hour before 5, haechan had arrived at your place with a sombre aura surrounding him. the atmosphere felt heavy when he walked in. he looked like he wanted to tell you something. something he knows you wouldn’t like.
“y/n, when seoyeon comes, please don’t freak out with whatever either of us have to say. we’re both going through a really hard time right now.” he rubbed your arm gently, as if reassuring you.
but you knew better than that. you weren’t going to take anything they say lightly. you don’t particularly hate seoyeon. it’s her relationship with your boyfriend that you hate.
you never know what they do behind closed doors. you never know if she’s the one he’s seeing whenever he leaves the house. hell, he probably even slept at hers after he left renjun’s place.
you simply hummed in response which he didn’t approve of. “please, babe.”
“yes, alright!” you rolled your eyes at his pleading. what’s so serious that he has to almost beg you to comply?
a minute of silence passed and there was a knock on your door, which haechan immediately reached over to, leaving you scoffing at him.
“hey, yeon…” he greeted, side-eyeing you “haechan.” replied seoyeon.
she seemed to have noticed you as she smiled tightly and muttered a small “hi, y/n” which earned a glare from you.
“what do you want?” you asked once the three of you were seated on the all-too familiar beige couch. the couch has so many lines, god.
“y/n… seoyeon is… she uh she’s—”
“i’m pregnant!” she pursed her lips right after.
“oh.”
you were getting suspicious, what does this have to do with you or haechan?
no way… no fucking way…
“w—who’s the father?” you saw the two shared a look before looking back towards you.
“y/n…” haechan held your hand as he rubbed circles on it with his thumb. “i just want you to know that i love you a lot and i’d never leave you for any—”
“who’s the fucking father?!” you retracted your hand away from him. tears were already falling from your eyes by now.
“haechan’s the father.” seoyeon displayed a look of pretend-pity on her face.
you knew it was coming and you were prepared for it but you didn’t know it would hurt this bad. you couldn’t fucking believe him. was he that bored of you that he went and fucked his ex?
you darted your eyes to the girl before giving voice to her. “aren’t you dating jaemin? does he know about this? does he know that you fucked MY boyfriend? he loves you a lot, everyone knows that! how could you do that to him? i’m more worried for him than ever! how could you hurt him like this?! you’re a fucking whore park seoyeon! you practically fucked the whole campus, don’t you remember? you probably know this already but everyone was going behind your back saying how much of a slut you are fucking their boyfriends. you never have enough, do you?! you even tried to sleep with jisung last month! he told me you fucking raped him you psycho! your pussy is literally out there for anyone to fuck! no wonder you’re already pregnant at this age! i wouldn’t even care if you die at this poin—”
slap
before you could even process what’d happened, you heard sobs coming from the stranger in the room. fake sobs to be specific.
“don’t you fucking talk about her like that.” there was a hint of annoyance in his voice when he spoke to you.
he lifted an arm and wrapped it around seoyeon’s shoulder. that’s when you fucking lose it. you’ve had enough of this man and his love for his ex. you figured you didn’t want to see him ever again. ——————————————————————
woah. i can’t even— ANYWAYS
Part two
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allofuswantgwinam · 3 years ago
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salesman x reader
warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, consensual, jealous ex! Salesman, kinda fluff, front man is your bf, cursing
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he watched you both in pure rage and confusion. it had been only 1 year since you broke up with the salesman and now he sees you sitting on his boss’s lap at a work gathering. everyone was chatting about the games and placing bets on who will die or who will survive… but all the salesman could see was you fawning over someone who wasn’t him. that wasn’t a part of his plan.
“i don’t think so.” he grumbled to himself with a scowl burning into your smiling face.
you still hadn’t noticed him and quite frankly hadn’t even thought of him in a long time. during a huge fight he called you a whore, which normally when he would be fucking you into tomorrow that would be ok, BUT it was different that time. he said it out of jealousy and anger he believed his own insecurities over your genuine words so you cut it off. while he was at work you packed your bags and left him with nothing but a goodbye note.
“in ho!” you grinned when you felt him press your ass directly on his hard on. he was smirking while giving you the ‘let’s leave so i can fuck you numb’ eyes. “do you want me, daddy?” you spoke in a whisper with your lips ghosting over his. you felt eyes watching you, but you didn’t care. in ho had more power than anyone in this room and that made you feel like you could ride him right there if you wanted to. you know he’d let you.
“i always want you, doll.” he gripped one of your thighs with his rough fingers and pressed a deep kiss to your lips. you moaned and held his face in your hands. he groaned and huffed when you pulled away making you giggle at his reaction. “i’m gonna go get us both another drink, i’ll be back.” you searched his look for permission and slipped off him when he gave you a nod of approval. “don’t be long.” he slapped your butt as you walked away making your cheeks burn red.
you were smiling to yourself as you headed towards the shiny bar. this life style was still new to you. you had only been with the front man for 6 months and it all still felt surreal. you reached the bar and took a seat after giving your order to the bartender. you still couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. your left leg was shaking, resting on the metal bar around the bottom of the bar. you looked around but couldn’t make out any eyes on you. you shook it off and sighed in relief when you saw the drinks in front of you. you grabbed them then decided to take the vacant hallway towards the back of the room so maybe you wouldn’t feel so paranoid. little did you know that was your first mistake.. you had just unknowingly given your ex an open opportunity to get you alone.
you made it 4 steps down the hall before you felt strong hands grab your hips and pull you into a hard chest, making you drop the drinks in your hands. “HE-“ you tried to yell for help but the salesman covered your mouth with his big hand and wrap his arm around your waist to hold you still against him. you were shaking in fear with tears in your eyes. you knew you were being watched. you felt so stupid for leaving your boyfriend because now you are in danger.. at least you thought you were.
“why’re you afraid, princess?” he cooed menacingly, leaving soft kisses on the shell of your ear. your eyes were wide in shock. you knew exactly who that deep voice belonged to. “don’t want your ‘daddy’ to see you with me?” he growled, spinning you to press your back into the hallway wall. you saw how angry he was and it turned you on. you can’t believe he’s here right now after all this time apart but that didn’t mean you were gonna give in to him so easily. you were still pissed about the way he treated you over nothing.
you wiggled around trying to slip out of his hold on you. “yes. let me go.” you grumbled, looking down purposely avoiding eye contact.
he pressed into you more to keep you stuck in between the wall and his chest. “i’m not done yet.” he grabbed your chin with his fingers to make you look at him. you saw complete love and hunger in his eyes. it gave you chills through out your whole body. “quite frankly i was never done.” he spoke honestly and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. “that was you.” he tsked and shook his head, eyes flickering down to your lips then back up to your wide eyes. you had to admit his words were stirring you up. even if you had moved on seeing him now brought back every emotion that you had pushed away and pretended to not care about.
“you called me a whore.” you pouted and placed your hands flat on his chest trying to push him off you again. “and not in a sexy way. you meant it.” you pushed harder as tears filled your eyes.
he sighed frustratedly and held your hands in his caressing your knuckles with his thumbs. “Y/N, princess. i was out of line.” he spoke seriously and made sure he was looking in your eyes with every word. “i fucked up, but now i want to get back what’s mine.” he gripped your thighs and lifted you up against the wall. “do you feel that?” he smirked and pressed his bulge into your bare core. in ho likes you to be commando so he can do with you as he pleased. “only you can do that to me.” he ground his hips in your wet mound making you moan and wrap your arms around his neck.
“kiss me.” you demanded softly to which he obliged immediately. his mouth was devouring yours and you wrapped your legs around his waste. your tongues danced together while he started unbuckling his pants, dropping them to the floor. the difference in the salesman and the front man was that only one of them really loved you and the other lusted you. you missed feeling loved and cherished. everything had happened so fast you forgot you were in an open hallway where anyone could walk in and see.
“you’re not a whore.” he lined up with your tight hole. “you’re a fucking goddess.” he groaned while sliding into you, jaw dropped watching himself disappear inside of you. he smiled hearing you moan quietly while he filled you up. “which is why i was pissed off and jealous over nothing.” he thrusted into you hard at the end of his sentence. “forgive me or not, i’m fucking the shit out of you right here, right now.” he reached up to wrap his hand around your throat.
“please fuck me. so sorry.” you begged with big eyes. you pussy throbbing for him, it felt so good to have him inside of you again. it felt like you were back with the person you were always meant to be with. he pressed his forehead against yours and slowly thrusted deep in and out of you, savoring the feeling of being inside of you. at the end of the day, he knew this could be the las time he ever did this with you. “i-i’m sorry.” you ran your fingers through his hair and tried to pull his hips closer into yours, pressing your heels into his lower back.
he let out a deep chuckle and kissed your nose. “doesn’t matter. you’re still getting fucked.” he growled and starting thrusting his hips viciously up into yours.
“yess.. don’t stop.” you mewled as your eyes rolled back into your head. his one hand was still choking you while the other hand gripped your thigh to hold you steady in the air. “missed you filling me up. fits so perfect.” you egged him on, wrinkling his dress shirt in your fingers.
“cause y-you’re fucking mine.” he fucked you harder and kissed you roughly. “all. fucking. mine.” he thrusted deep and hard with every word. he was panting and grunting, you saw sweat start to build on his forehead. you nodded pathetically needing him to give you your release. “cum inside me.” you begged and looked into his glazed eyes. “wanna feel it. missed it so much.” you whined and he felt you clench around him.
“fuck!” he hissed and pressed his lips back onto yours in a sloppy kiss. you felt him twitch inside you and fill you up with his cum. you both moaned and let go, making out passionately while he road out your highs.
he was still inside of you, holding your cheeks in his hands while you slowly kissed each other, still not caring about being out in the open.
“i love you.” you sighed into his mouth and let his tongue lazily invade your mouth. you were lost in his embrace, enjoying the passionate kisses you didn’t even know you missed.
“so do you forgive me then, princess?” he questioned, giving you that famous quirked eyebrow expression.
“yes.” you chuckled before wiping a wet hair off his forehead. “i do. so we gotta get out of here before front man finds out or we’re dead.” you reminded him, making him snicker and kiss your forehead.
“he should be scared of ME. he’s terrible to his employees and thought he could take my princess.” he rubbed his thumbs over your cheek bones. “if he comes for you, he’s making a big mistake.” he reassured you before sliding out of you so you both could fix yourselves and sneak away together.
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sugawarassoulmate · 3 years ago
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Can you do a part 2 of the cheating with matsukawa?
omg yes 🅱️ls
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words: 608
cw: fem!reader, cheating, ex bf!mattsun, college party, outdoor sex, fingering, minors dni
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“why did you bring him?” he asks. the sound of your breathing grows thick, it’s almost as if there isn’t a whole party with all your friends just a few steps away.
“because he’s my boyfriend,” the word feels heavy in your mouth—how could you call him that when you’re alone with someone else? with your ex? matsukawa lets out a disgruntled noise, kissing you harder than before, using his immense strength to pin you to the wall.
you had no idea he would be here tonight—your friends weren’t mattsun’s biggest fans after the breakup. the two of you still run in the same circles so you probably shouldn’t be too surprised to run into him from time to time.
he seemed so indifferent when he saw you, as if he didn’t notice you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap. the two of you haven’t spoken since that night at his place, when he had you babbling on his cock like a bitch in heat. you’ve tried to bury that night away like it was a momentary lapse.
and it seemed as though mattsun didn’t want to think about it either. he seemed more interested in talking to his friends than giving you the time of day. maybe it was better like that, you loved your boyfriend and he deserves someone who is faithful and honest to him. you’re hoping you can become that person for him again.
hope is a funny thing, though.
the second you were alone, mattsun snatched you away from the party, ducking outside into the backyard. it was dark out and everyone had been inside, making it easy for him to trap you in his arms.
“can’t believe you haven’t dumped his ass yet,” he says reaching up your blouse, laughing at how you don’t even try to fight him off. you whimper feeling his rough fingers tweak at your rosy buds. “gonna keep playing the nice girlfriend while you’re messing with me?”
“sei,” you gasp, grinding against his thigh. “i can’t leave him…” you mumble when he flexes his thigh, just barely hitting your clit.
mattsun rolls his eyes, flipping up your skirt and shoving your panties to the side. “makes no difference to me,” he grunts, sliding his fingers inside you. “i’m still gonna have you when i want and i know you want me too.” he says and it hurts because it’s true. even just feeling his fingers inside you has you humping against his hand.
your blouse is lifted enough to free your breasts, which mattsun takes the opportunity to suckle one of your nipples into his mouth. your boyfriend must be wondering where you are—or is he having fun drinking with his friends thinking you’re doing the same?
“sei, i’m gonna—” but he knows your body so well, better than anyone else has ever had. you’re cumming on his hand within seconds, your own hands covering your mouth to muffle the screams but how could anyone hear you over the loud music inside?
mattsun lets go of your breast with a loud pop, circling at your sensitive buds a few more times before kissing you roughly. you hate how much you just want to feel him more. you’re aching for him to be inside you like he was that night.
without a word, he fixes your clothes. nobody will ever know about your little detour and you can continue playing the part you’re so desperately trying to prove is true.
“i’ll be waiting for you,” is all mattsun says before he lets you go back inside. it’s horrible, it’s sick but you know you won’t keep him waiting long.
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tsvkishma · 4 years ago
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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?
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series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia
pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader
length: 5k words
warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??
tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert
summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see
author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!
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Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.
To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!
“Oi.”
You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”
You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”
“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.
You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”
His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”
“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.
“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.
You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.
You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.
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There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.
The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.
Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.
As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.
However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet,  Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.
“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.
You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.
“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.
You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”
He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”
“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.
The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.
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The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.
“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.
“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.
Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.
“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.
You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”
He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.
You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”
He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.
“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.
“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.
You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.
You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”
“Shut up,” he stated plainly.
He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...
You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.
“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.
“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.
His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”
His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.
You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”
He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.
“Look just-”
Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.
Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.
“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.
His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.
Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.
Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.
“I-”
“Uh-”
You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.
“Good night,” he said.
He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.
The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.
-
Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.
Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group. 
On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.
“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.
He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”
“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.
He laughed, “So, what if I do?”
You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.
You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”
He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.
-
Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.
“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.
“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.
“Same,” said Hagakure.
The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.
“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.
“Well, I mean-”
“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.
Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!” 
You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”
Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”
“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.
“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.
“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.
He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”
“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.
Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”
“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.
“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.
The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.
You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.
“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.
You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”
You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:
yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting
...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)
After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...
PING PING
A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.
“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.
Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.
“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.
You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.
Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.
“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.
Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”
“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.
Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.
“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.
“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.
Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”
You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name. 
“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.
“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.
Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”
You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”
Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-
“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.
Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.
You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.
To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.
That motherfucker...
The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.
You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…
You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.
“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.
Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.
“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.
With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”
Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”
You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.
“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”
The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.
He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”
He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.
“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.
He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.
He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”
You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.
“W-wait, what-” he started.
“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”
Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”
Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”
Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”
To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.
“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”
You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.
For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.
“I-”
Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.
“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.
Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.
Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”
He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”
You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”
He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”
Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”
“Whatever.”
You smiled, “Whatever!”
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