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Olivia Rodrigo【Vampire】和訳 自虐的女子.元カレに反撃 詳しく解説 Ex-boyfriend's true nature revealed

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本当、面白い子だよ Olivia Rodrigo〜♪ 最高だよ Olivia Rodrigo〜♪ ここまで吐き出すなんて潔い 自虐的〜歌詞で勝負なんて素晴らしい こんな最悪な彼氏〜 この世にいるって信じられない〜 まだ18歳〜 ヴァンパイアみたいな元カレに復讐し 貴方はヴァンパイア・ハンターに転生〜♪ (But I can’t figure out the feeling) Continue reading Untitled

[srivera4]

I figured it out squidward is a depressed gay man and squillium is his ex.

[lovelyhan]

— divorce child ⟢

you like to think that your most recent breakup with vernon ended on relatively good terms. there’s only one issue left to sort out: who’s getting custody of the cat you got together?

★ FEATURING; vernon x producer!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 9.2k words

★ TAGS; exes to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ NOTES; 3/4 stories in the series are now up <3 i hope you like this bc i really just wanted an excuse to write something fluffy and adorable with vernon.... he's got me in my feels these past few days fr. small heads up that this fic also features a bunch of characters from again and again, the mingyu installment of the series. this story takes place a couple years after that fic, but you don't necessarily have to read that part to get the events in this one :3c

★ P.S.; this was not proofread as usual lol if you spot any mistakes, do me a favor and pretend they don't exist !

this is part of the doting on you! series.

★ SMUT TAGS; vanilla, clothed sex, wearing ur bf's clothes kink(?), unprotected sex, body worship, praise kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, the smut is just so sweet okay

★ SVT TAGLIST; @pretty-trustme - @just-here-to-read-01 - @cheolhub - @Idkmelkro - @dejavernon - @venusrae - @jeonghancvunt - @jyiiscool - @jinniesclub - @junhui-recs - @bldelaine - @fruitzcup - @hoeforhao - @candidupped - @emmmui - @billboard-singer - @caratochan - @jkbabiey - @featmia ★ SERIES TAGLIST; @exactlygreatcoffee - @gyusbabydoll - @jeonwonhi - @ti--red

“You sure you don’t need me to pitch in for this month’s check-up? I can always wire you some cash, you know.”

As you zip the pet carrier shut, you roll your eyes despite the fact that Vernon can’t exactly see your expression. Your phone’s sitting all the way on the coffee table but you were so preoccupied with wrestling your cat, Milana into the bag that you couldn’t exactly hold it like a normal person would.

“I’m good. You already covered for me last time, remember?” You remind him before taking the call off loudspeaker before pressing your phone to your ear. “I just got her inside the carrier. Might have to patch up a few scratches before we leave though.”

Vernon laughs. “She always hates going to the vet. It’s nothing too bad, right?”

“I’ve handled worse,” you snort before grabbing a couple of band-aids you keep around various corners of the house for this scenario specifically. “How about you? I thought I remembered Jihoon mentioning that today’s gonna be shut-in day. You know, that time of the month when you guys lock yourselves inside the studio to brainstorm lyrics together. Didn’t think you’d have the time for a phone call.”

“I always have time for a phone call when Milana’s going to the vet,” he says a-matter-of-factly and you can almost picture the warm smile on his face. The thought is enough to make your chest flutter, but you push the feeling down before it can completely come to the surface. “But you are right about shut-in day though. I might have to go in a few, so if there’s anything you need, you better tell me right now or forever hold your peace.”

“Nah. I told you, we’re good,” you insist with an eyeroll before placing band-aids on the scratches that your cat affectionately left all over your arms. “I’ll drop by the company later to drop off a mix that Jihoon asked me to mess around with. But if it’s shut-in day, I doubt we’ll get to see you.”

“Hmm. I can hide his Coke Zero stash outside so he’ll be forced to go out and get it?”

“Now that’s just downright evil.”

“It is. Anyway, aren’t you going to be late?”

“I already am, but Milana’s vet adores her, remember?”

“Nari adores everyone’s pets. Mingyu-hyung told me so.”

“Shush. You talk like our baby isn’t special,” you huff as you sling the strap of the pet carrier across your shoulder. “We’ll head out now. Thanks for checking in, Vernon.”

“...Yeah. Yeah, take care on the way.”

You end the call with your heart racing inside your chest. It’s not the phone call with your ex-boyfriend that flusters you, per-se. You work in the same agency, for god’s sake. Meaning, you’d be in deep shit if talking to him throws you off just because your relationship has already come to an end. 

But whenever you jokingly refer to Milana as ‘our’ baby whenever you talk to him, it feels like you’re encroaching on something you’ve already lost a long time ago. 

Your listlessness lasts until you pull up by the parking lot. Whether Milana’s staying at yours or at Vernon’s, this pet clinic at the heart of Seoul has always been your go-to. The fact that the attending veterinarian is Mingyu’s girlfriend does wonders to your final bills—she loves giving discounts to regulars and acquaintances—and you like to think you’ve found a friend in her ever since. 

The automatic doors slide open when you walk in—Milana’s bag still slung over your shoulder. Chae, the receptionist, flashes you a bright smile before you notice the familiar golden retriever lying in front of the front desk. Old eyes flicker up to you for a moment before his tail twitches once or twice to signal his excitement. 

“Good morning, Chae. Good morning, Namja,” you coo before crouching down to pet his head. “Is Nari waiting for me? Sorry for the hold up. It was a bit tough getting this one inside her bag.” 

Chae lets out a soft laugh as she types away behind her computer. “Really? Vernon always gushes about how much of a sweetheart she is whenever it’s his turn to bring her in.”

You don’t know whether you should be surprised or embarrassed that Chae knows—or at least has an inkling—of your little arrangement with Vernon. When the two of you were still together, you always brought Milana in at the same time, but now you’re taking turns in bringing your little divorce child to the vet. 

But hey, at least you’re still upholding your parental responsibilities, right?

“Of course he does,” you scoff with a shake of your head. “He knows better than anyone that getting Lana inside the bag is a nightmare. This one’s already her third this year. I was thinking of investing in a cage-type carrier instead but Vernon said it was like we’re sending her to prison.”

Chae sighs. “Men. Always so dramatic. Oh, but Doctor Nari’s waiting for you inside.” The receptionist glances at you curiously before you start taking Milana out of the bag so Chae could measure her weight.

It’s a bit of a challenge, handing your full-grown Maine Coon over to Chae, but despite the fact that she thrashes all around before vet visits, Milana has always been tame whenever she’s at the clinic. You manage to settle inside Nari’s office once your cat’s vitals have been measured and her vet is more than happy to see a familiar face.

“Well, if it isn’t Milana and her single mother,” she chuckles. “You here for routine check-ups? Where’s the father, though?”

You roll your eyes—fully aware that she’s only teasing. “Do you ask Vernon where’s the mother when he’s the one who brings her here?”

“Maybe.” Nari smiles before getting up from her desk and receiving your big cat into her arms. “Oh. She’s gotten heavier since the last time she came in.”

“Yeah, her father has been spoiling her with too much catnip. I only found out last week,” you sigh as you settle into one of the seats adjacent to the one across Nari’s desk. “But she’s been hairballing a lot recently. She doesn’t usually groom as much as she does now. Should I be concerned?”

She hums for a moment as she puts on her stethoscope—checking Milana’s heartbeat while her free hand examines your cat’s light brown coat. “Doesn’t look like she has any fleas or mites hanging around, but I can always do a scrape for you if you want the definitive results on paper. Though the excessive grooming could also be caused by stress.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Stress?”

Nari nods before hanging her steth around her neck once more, stroking Milana’s fur with calm affection. “Cats are more easily agitated than dogs. Lots of things can stress them out. Loud music, vacuum cleaners, thunderstorms… Actually, even a switch-up in their pet parent’s schedules is grounds for stress.” 

You can only watch in silence as Nari scratches behind Milana’s ears, making your cat purr like a kitten despite the fact that her long limbs are spilling out of her vet’s arms. But regardless of how adorable she looks, Nari’s words got you thinking.

In the tail-end of the breakup, it was a topic that was brought up over and over: who gets to keep Milana? You both split half and half with expenses after the two of you adopted her at a nearby shelter. Not to mention, you both loved her in equal measure, so it was difficult to come to a decision that the two of you could soundlessly agree on. In the end, you settled with the compromise of taking turns watching over Milana because neither of you could stand not being able to see her for too long.

It’s been about three months since you and Vernon call it quits and three months since you’ve agreed on ‘splitting custody’. She stays with you on weekdays and with him on weekends—along with some exceptions for when one party isn’t available. It was also agreed that you’ll take turns bringing her to the vet every month to make sure nothing is amiss with her health.

But when you planned on paying Nari a visit today, you didn’t expect to find out that the fluctuating schedule you and Vernon made a deal out of could be a possible stressor for your cat.

“I think you should just keep her.” Nari suggests, a hint of concern creeping on her face. “You could always tell Vernon to visit Milana whenever he wants to, right? The back-and-forth travel is definitely going to take a toll on this one. Also, cats are smarter than you think. I’m sure she’s already sensed something’s off with her parents a long time ago.”

Milana heaves a deep sigh as if she understood every single word her vet just said and you can’t help the guilt that gnaws at your gut. You thought that this was the best decision you could make for both yours and Vernon’s sanity, but you completely forgot to take Milana’s well-being into account. You can almost hear Nari silently judging you, but you shake your head to rid yourself of the thought.

“We’ll… We’ll talk about it,” you reassure, swallowing the lump in your throat. “But…she’s okay, right? No serious health complications or anything?”

She rolls her eyes. “Sweetie, you’re literally the most responsible cat owner I’ve ever met. No one ever bothers to bring their pets in unless the situation’s already too severe to handle. So you’re good. Milana’s perfectly healthy. Just a little…sad, maybe.”

“Why would she be sad?”

Nari stares at you like you just asked something ridiculous, but thankfully she doesn’t dish out any half-assed remarks about it—opting to settle Milana back onto a nearby examination table to do a couple more physical exams. 

“Have I ever told you that me and Gyu used to be in a similar situation in the past?” 

You stare at Nari with a bewildered look while her gaze never strays too far from her patient. She even coos out little remarks of praise whenever Milana behaves. How can someone who’s this focused drop such a question in the middle of work? 

“Vernon told me you guys split up and got back together after almost a year,” you tell her dryly, not liking the fact that you admitted your ex-boyfriend is a big gossip, but you don’t see any point in hiding the fact that you knew. “What brought it up?” 

Nari’s lips twitch into a firm smile before she lifts her gaze to meet yours. “I just think that…you and Vernon? You’re kind of on the same boat we were in before we reconciled. It’s either the two of you are too stubborn or too afraid to see it for what it is.”

Too afraid to…? 

“What do you mean?” you ask. “It’s best that we split up, you know? Relationships between co-workers can get ugly really quickly if we forget to be professional. I don’t want us to stop doing the things we love just because of some work-related spat.” 

“Then the two of you should just learn how to segregate work from play,” Nari insists before smoothing her gloved hands across Milana’s long torso. “I’m not trying to meddle or anything, okay? It’s just that there’s virtually no reason for you to not get back together. You’re still taking care of Milana together, still checking up on each other, still working together—”

“There it is. That’s the reason why we can’t be together, Nari,” you groan at her stubbornness. “We’re still working together.” 

She huffs. “Is there a clause in your company’s contract that prohibits romantic relationships among talents and staff?” 

“I’ve never read the fine print, but I’m pretty sure there’s something along those lines somewhere in there.”

“Oh. Well, who cares? Milana needs a loving home where her parents can take care of her at the same time.” Nari then leans down to cup her face in her hands. “Isn’t that right? You need both of them to look after you, hm?”

“So you’re suggesting that Vernon and I should just get back together for Milana’s sake?” you ask half-jokingly and to your surprise, Nari nods like it’s the easiest question in the world.

“Well, I won’t make any assumptions by saying that you’re still in love with him, since you’re the only one who can say that for sure. But come on, do it for the not-so-little baby. You can just learn to love each other again in the process!” 

You can hardly believe your ears. In the quick stories that Vernon shared about Mingyu’s girlfriend, you never expected her to be this carefree about the matters of the heart. It must’ve been her six-foot boyfriend’s bubbly personality rubbing off on her. 

“Right,” you say with a shallow sigh. “Pray tell, why’d you and Mingyu split up in the first place?”

Nari’s eyes dart to the ceiling as if deep in thought as Milana nibbles playfully at one of her latex-covered fingers. The silence presses on for a few more seconds before she turns to you with a mellowed out expression.

“I thought we weren’t going to work because of how different our jobs are,” she admonishes quietly, lips spread into a thin smile. “But after being an idiot for almost six months, I realized that our jobs don’t matter. I love him. I don’t think I really stopped. Don’t think I’ll ever stop, actually.

“That’s why I was so surprised when I found out you and Vernon broke up three months ago!” Nari continues with a disgruntled look on her face. “The two of you spend so much time in the studio and at your apartment. You even have a child together!” She then gestures dramatically over to Milana. “So forgive me if it doesn’t make sense to me, why the two of you broke up. But won’t you reconsider it? For Milana?”

You shake your head. “Nari, some relationships just aren’t meant to work out. Just because you and Mingyu managed to make good on that second chance, doesn’t mean it’ll be the same with us. We’ve already…settled with what we have right now.”

“What, the endless pining and using the poor cat as an excuse to see each other?” She huffs again and, god, she reminds you so much of Mingyu now it’s actually funny. “Come on, sweetie. I’ve been in your place before, so I know perfectly well. Gosh, this must be how Seungkwan felt when I was still getting my shit together.”

Unsolicited mention of Seungkwan aside, you just don’t see any reason to pursue what Nari is convincing you to do. Nothing really changed after you and Vernon broke up. That’s one of the things you like about him—how easy it is to fall back into a comfortable friendship despite the history you shared. 

But you aren’t going to deny the fact that it kind of sucks that you can’t kiss him anymore. Can’t lean into his chair in the studio to pull him into a hug. Can’t tell him you still love him even if…

Oh. 

Oh. 

Fuck. You still love him?!

“Fine, fine. Since I have a couple more patients on the waitlist, I’m gonna let you off the hook. For now,” Nari grumbles before handing Milana back to you and taking a seat behind her desk. “Just stick to her usual vitamins and diet and she should be fine until the next visit. But if you want the stress problem to go away…”

“Nari,” you groan. “I’m not getting back together with him.”

“Hey, that is not what I was saying,” Nari rebuts with her hands up in surrender. “I was gonna suggest that you just lessen her traveling! Maine Coons are usually really active, but Milana’s a bit of a…homebody, isn’t she? Might not like all that moving around between yours and Vernon’s apartments.”

“But she’s literally with me five days a week. Won’t she have plenty of rest time then?”

“Oh, who am I kidding? Just get back together soon, pretty please?”

Yep. Mingyu’s definitely rubbed off on her.

When you get home later in the afternoon, Milana is quick to slink off to her usual spot behind the sofa to take a nap while you make a beeline for the kitchen. 

It’s always been a post vet visit ritual to get take out to eat at home—even when you and Vernon were still together. However, you opted against the practice for now because not only does it remind you of your ex, but eating all alone in your apartment will only give you more leeway to think about the things Nari told you earlier today.

If you make your own food like you are now, your mind is at least preoccupied enough that you don’t have enough thinking room to even wonder if Vernon even wants you back. 

By the time the sun sets, Milana is still dozing behind the couch and you have a potful of pasta noodles and enough red sauce to last you five days. Another thing that you overlooked whenever you cook inside the house is that you almost always cook enough servings to feed two people. Whether subconsciously or not, you can’t bring yourself to hate how your habits are still attuned to the lifestyle you had three months ago.

Before you and Vernon broke up.

“Work,” you mutter to yourself as you dump some pasta and sauce into a bowl. “If I work, I won’t think about him anymore.”

Not-so wise words from a not-so wise person because newsflash: the time that you and your ex spent in your studio is leagues more than the time you spent together in the bedroom. Vernon has already cleared out his leftover gear from your home office, but memories aren’t something he can pack up and leave with so easily.

You recall quiet afternoons where you’d bounce ideas about their group’s next song off each other—sometimes with Jihoon and Seungcheol connected to a Discord call, but more often in the privacy of each other’s company. 

There were also gloomy days where it rained all day long. Milana would curl up on Vernon’s lap while he played around with the software on your computer—sometimes using the weird sounds she makes as samples to add into the mix along with the soft drizzle pattering against the windowpane.

But it’s even harder to just forget about all the times the two of you came together intimately within the soundproof walls. You can’t even count how many times Vernon has eaten you out while you’re perched on top of your work desk—one hand muffling your moans despite the fact that no one outside the studio can ever hope to hear you. The world is none the wiser when Vernon pulls you onto his lap, bouncing you on his length until he’s spilling into you with gratuitous release.

In the present, there you are in the ear-splitting silence of your studio—the music software your ex bought for you ages ago seemingly glaring at you for spacing out again. You know you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself since it’s easier to come up with the perfect beats when you’ve got a rough draft of the lyrics in front of you—something that Jihoon and Vernon are busy getting done today. 

But still. You can’t help the frustration because you’ve been functioning normally since the breakup. Sitting in the studio didn’t usually lead to you reminiscing about the countless hours you and Vernon spent here together. Making dinner never made you miss having someone to eat across from you at the dining table. 

If only Nari didn’t breathe a word about your ex-boyfriend and all the reasons why you should just get back together. Maybe you would’ve remained rational. Maybe you wouldn’t have started considering things that are beyond your control. 

Maybe you wouldn’t be hoping so badly for something to happen.

You try to distract yourself by listening to and reviewing the mix you’re supposed to hand over to Jihoon today. The visit you planned on making to the company was canceled since neither he nor Vernon were answering their phones, which usually means they’re taking shut-in day seriously for once.

The track continues to stream through the speakers as you munch on your dinner, filling the room with a quiet melody that would make a great ballad once the lyrics are in place. But no matter how good Jihoon’s music is, no matter how delicious your cooking can be, it isn’t enough to quell the thoughts that have been suffocating you all day.

You still…love Vernon. 

If you didn’t, your apartment wouldn’t feel as lonely as it does. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have to feel so awkward whenever you bring Milana to the vet all alone. 

But part of you insists that you’re just being carried away by the ideas that Nari planted in your head. You’ve been doing fine on your own for the past three months. How is today any different?

Your senseless overthinking gets worse before it gets better. 

The next thing you know, you’re scrolling through your gallery, unearthing pictures whose existence you’ve long forgotten about. You’ve spent almost three years with Vernon—two years officially before getting Milana on your second anniversary. Tons of photos were snapped, countless memories created. 

You could’ve snapped more photos, could’ve made more memories if only you hadn’t split up. The fact that (what should’ve been) your third anniversary passed a few weeks ago, stings more than it’s supposed to. That day, Vernon jokingly asked if you wanted to celebrate by your usual spot in the park a few neighborhoods away and you jokingly rejected his offer by saying you had a sitcom to catch up on.

Part of you wishes you accepted the invitation. Maybe the joke could’ve been subverted into something real, and maybe you could’ve been back in his arms by now.

That night, you go to bed with a mild headache and a million thoughts racing through your mind. It isn’t Jihoon’s sad, mellow mix that drones on and on in your head, but a single question that you aren’t sure if you’ll ever get a proper answer to.

How can you still love someone you were so sure that you didn’t anymore?

Come morning, you wake up with a heart that’s heavier than last night and the glaring realization that Milana is missing.

Panicking isn’t usually your first instinct when it comes to your cat. Milana is fairly easy to spot because she’s built more massive than your regular neighborhood felines. But when you’ve already scoured the vicinity for your beloved Maine Coon, it becomes clearer and clearer that she’s nowhere to be found.

You ask around with your neighbors—fairly certain that they know what Milana looks like since she slinks out of the house every now and again. What makes this particular situation worrisome is that she hasn’t come bolting back inside your apartment when you brought out the goddamn catnip. So, when your neighbors begrudgingly tell you that, no, they haven’t seen an oversized house cat prancing around the area, you don’t know what to do.

“Wait, come again?”

“She’s missing, Nari,” you whine into your cell as you nervously bite down on your nails. “I… I was so sure that I locked everything last night, but when I woke up, the front door was wide open and Milana’s just gone.” 

Your friend curses at the other end of the line and from the concerned voices in the background, you figure that you must’ve called at a busy time in the clinic. 

“Sorry for bothering you,” you tell her while choking down a sob. “Just…give me a ring if ever you or Chae see her around the clinic.”

“It’s not a bother at all! I’m sorry I can’t be of more help,” Nari sighs. “I’ll keep in touch. Oh, but it’s also worth considering that cats like familiar places. If you’re going to look for her, you can start with that.”

“Alright, thank you, Nari.”

After hanging up on her, you bury your face in the palms of your hands—sticky tears matting your skin as you breathe in sharply. You’ve never had to deal with a lost pet before. How the hell are you supposed to find Milana in a city that’s as big as Seoul?

You consider calling the police to file a report, but you’re not sure if pet cats even count for a missing person’s case. They wouldn’t be of any help if it didn’t. The only thing you can do right now is go outside and look for her yourself.

You’re quick to pull on an old sweatshirt you once nabbed from Jihoon before heading out—simultaneously texting every one of your friends about the situation as you scout further out of your neighborhood. Hell, you even contacted the animal shelter you and Vernon adopted Milana from out of sheer desperation.

Thankfully, a handful of them responded right away with a promise that they’ll keep a close eye out for any Maine Coons that surely don’t belong in their areas.

But no matter where you look, you always end up back to square one. It doesn’t help that Milana doesn’t usually wander too far from your apartment, which means that you have no clue where she could’ve possibly gone.

Nari mentioned that cats like familiar places, but the only places that are remotely familiar to Milana are yours and Vernon’s apartments. 

Yours and Vernon’s…

You quickly bolt back to your place—scrambling to your car before fumbling to get the keys into the ignition. A few failed attempts and very loud cursing later, you manage to rev the engine to life. The next thing you know, you’re pulling into the street with an urgency that’s barely beating the speed limit. 

Given that it’s still a weekend, you don’t have to come into work, which means that you have no idea what the boys’ schedule looks like right now. You’re not even sure if Vernon is in the same city, but you’d rather risk the off-chance that he isn’t in Seoul than do nothing. 

You try your best to keep an eye on the road all while dialing up your ex-boyfriend as well as doing your best to obey every Korean traffic law there is. The first call goes straight to voicemail and you would’ve crashed into an SUV that’s idling by a red light if you hadn’t angrily brought down your foot on the brakes. Why the hell isn’t he answering?!

By the time you’ve made it to the street that led to his apartment complex, you’re already shaking with anxiousness. Dozens of uncertainties flit into your mind a million miles per minute. What if he doesn’t know where she is? What if he gets mad at you for losing Milana? Hell, what if he isn’t even here? 

Shoving down all these biting questions, you park haphazardly across the street, locking your car behind you as you jog up to the steps that lead to the entrance. You don’t know how to feel about the fact that the receptionist at the counter still recognizes you—even going as far as flashing you a kind smile and informing you that Vernon is just upstairs. You wordlessly thank her for the tip before jamming a thumb on the elevator buttons. 

You tap your foot impatiently across the marble tiles. Why the hell did Vernon choose to live in a place where you have to use elevators just to get home? Your apartment’s much more accessible especially in times like this when you feel like you’re going to explode with how fucking nervous you are—

The elevator dings when it arrives at the ground floor, making your nerves jump back into focus. You’re completely ready to brush past whoever’s getting out so you can come up to your ex-boyfriend’s apartment faster, but when you meet said ex-boyfriend’s surprised gaze at the mouth of the elevator, your prior urgency comes into a screeching halt.

He’s dressed like he usually is on lazy days—ugly checkered pajama pants, a tour shirt from some Western band that he probably hasn’t listened to a day in his life, and that perpetual bedhead he always sports whenever he just rolled out of bed.  

God, he looks so good. It’s so fucking unfair.

“Hey,” he greets awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “I was just about to head out and grab breakfast… Uh, make that brunch. Did you need something?”

You don’t even dare to dawdle. “Is Milana with you?”

Vernon cranes his head in confusion and the look makes your heart sink like a stone. “Last I recall, you’re the one who brought her to and from the vet yesterday. Aren’t we missing a couple of chapters here or…?”

You meant to explain the situation as concisely as you possibly can to him. Vernon’s always been an easy going guy. You’re sure that he won’t resent you for it when he finds out that you lost the daughter you’ve been sharing custody over. Even if some irrational part of your brain insists that he will. 

But instead of coherent words, all that comes out of your mouth is a choked up sob.

The curve between Vernon’s neck and shoulder is as comfortable as you recall as you press your face against the crook of it—letting the tears run from your eyes and across his pale skin. You vaguely feel him wrap a protective arm around your frame while his free hand smooths down your hair and it makes you wonder why he’s patient enough to let you cry in his arms despite not having explained what the hell even happened yet.

He’s thoughtful enough to bring you to a more secluded corner of the lobby, calming you down by rubbing soothing shapes on your back with his hand and never letting you stray too far from his embrace. It helps that his low voice is there to keep you grounded—telling you that everything’s going to be fine and you just have to breathe, love. 

It works after a few minutes and Vernon only lets you let go when he’s sure you’re not in danger of suffocating on your own tears anymore.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” he murmurs, taking your hand in his. A small gesture that you’re too selfish to resist. “Is it about Lana?”

You nod weakly. “She’s…gone, Vernon. I have no idea where she went, but she’s gone.”

He hums in understanding and surprisingly enough, the understanding glint in his eyes never wavers. It’s a bit off-putting since you expected him to at least be shocked by the news, but it’s almost like he’s used to hearing that your pet cat just ran away. 

“Right. I forgot to tell you about this new habit of hers.” He chuckles with an apologetic smile before one of his hands reaches up to wipe the tears off your cheeks. The close proximity has heat rising to your face, but you’re too stunned to react.

“I read somewhere that it’s good for Maine Coons to wander around to stretch out their limbs. Nari also told me last month that Lana could use the exercise, so whenever she comes over to mine, I let her out without supervision. She eventually finds her way to the lobby and just waits for me to come back if I’m ever running a little late.”

You listen to every word of Vernon’s explanation with a look of disbelief. All this time, you were worried sick about how he’ll react to the news that you lost your cat, but he’s been letting her go out and about when it’s his turn to look after her?

“Then where is she now?” you ask—not bothering to pick a fight with him now of all times.

Vernon hums for a moment as if considering the options and you don’t miss how his fingers tighten around yours when he gives you an answer.

“I might have a good idea.”

When Vernon suggested for you to head to the park just a few minutes away from your apartment as he climbed into the passenger seat, you merely scowled at him. “Milana is afraid of all the dogs that go for walks there. The only dog she isn’t scared of is Namja.” 

“Just trust me,” he insists as you start the car. “Better we look there and find nothing than not look when there turns out to be something.”

His logic isn’t so flawed after all when he briskly leads you down a familiar walkway to an even more familiar location. It’s a small hill that’s got a perfect view of the river nearby. The upslope is lined with plum blossom trees that bloom even more vibrantly in spring and it just so happens that one of those trees is dubbed as yours and Vernon’s usual spot. 

It’s where you and him usually hang out when the air in the studio has gotten a bit too stale to bring forth any sort of output. The outdoors can offer all sorts of inspiration when it comes to writing and producing songs and it’s common practice to make the trip to the usual spot when either of you are suffering from a nasty bout of creativity block. 

And under the shade of the tree in the said usual spot is none other than Milana—curled up in deep slumber as plum blossom petals drift onto her pale brown fur. 

You don’t even feel bad for rudely disturbing her from her comfortable nap, immediately pulling her into an abrupt embrace as you feel the tears welling in your eyes again. Milana lets out a strangled meow—claws straining against your skin with a threat of attack if you don’t knock it off. But you can’t bring yourself to care. You’d gladly use up all the band-aids in the world after she scratches you up if it means you can get to hug her for a few seconds more.

“There she is. All cozy at that.”

Vernon’s smooth voice startles you out of your relief—so overwhelmed to see your cat again that you almost forgot that you had company.

“I told you she’d be here,” he laughs before reaching out to pet her head. “You got us worried though. Don’t go wandering too far, okay, Lana? You scared your mom shitless, you know?” 

Milana responds with a disgruntled noise but you can feel her claws retract nonetheless. Damn Vernon and the fact that he’s obviously the favorite parent…

She seems considerably happier when you deposit her into her father’s arms—nuzzling his chest with a satisfied purr as you and Vernon start to descend the hill. 

But as he showers her with affection, you can’t help but sneak brief glances in your ex-boyfriend’s direction. Vernon has always been easy on the eyes. That’s one of the reasons you were drawn to him in the first place. But whenever you see him like this—laughing goofily as he teases Milana, the high of his cheekbones dusted red with a shower of plum blossoms gliding all over…

The gods are cruel to think you could ever put up a fight.

When Vernon comes over to bring Milana back to your apartment, you don’t expect him to stay for too long. He mentioned on the way that yesterday’s shut-in session was a complete success and that they’ve got all their work cut out for them. All they need is a green light from the higher-ups before Jihoon can start handing the song samples to the company’s usual team of producers—a team that just happens to include you.

So yeah, you don’t expect Vernon to linger because he’s obviously got a lot on his plate. The man hasn’t even had breakfast or brunch or whatever. So when he surprisingly decides to stay and rummages through your fridge for the pasta noodles and red sauce you’ve been saving for tonight, it’s like you never broke up with him at all.

The sight is almost too familiar for you to bear. 

Vernon sitting on the kitchen counter, helping himself to some day-old pasta as his long legs dangled over the edge. Milana watching his feet sway around with keen eyes as she attempts to swipe at them with her claws. Not to mention you, who’s staring at the two of them like they’re the most precious things in the world.

“Hey, this is really good,” Vernon compliments with half his mouth stuffed with noodles. “You’re using that one Italian tomato sauce that I like, right? Man, I missed this a lot.” 

You will yourself to snap out of whatever trance his presence has got you in before walking closer to him with a soft laugh. You lean across the counter, grabbing a fork from the drawer where you keep your silverware to help yourself to some of the pasta that he haphazardly tossed into the microwave. 

“It could’ve been better if you heated the noodles properly in boiling water.” You shake your head. “Then again, you’ve always been impatient when it comes to food.”

“Not as impatient as Seokmin-hyung,” he snickers. “One time when we were still staying back in the dorms, Mingyu-hyung just put the lasagna in the oven but Seokmin-hyung was already yelling about when it’ll be ready to eat. Actually, he always does that even if one of us just pops something in the microwave.”

You shake your head, recalling the words of Nari’s receptionist, Chae. “Men. Always so dramatic.”

Vernon snickers in agreement. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

You fall into conversation with him so easily, it’s almost unreal. When Vernon finishes his food, the two of you eventually migrate to the living room—catching up with each other in a way that you don’t really have the time to whenever he comes over to pick up Milana from your apartment in the past. 

Speaking of Milana, your cat acts as a barrier of sorts between you and Vernon, lying comfortably in the space that the two of you left unfilled. Cuddling up to him on the couch used to be so easy, it’s almost second nature, but now that you’re nothing but co-workers that are friends at best, you’ve got a lot more reservations than you used to have.

“By the way, I’ve been looking everywhere for that sweatshirt,” he muses before pointing at the graphic crewneck you’re wearing. “I thought I lost it in the laundry or that Seungkwan might’ve nabbed it when he came over to my place.” 

“Why is he your first suspect?” you snort. “Also, what are you talking about? This is Jihoon’s.”

Vernon blinks at you, a little confused. “No, that’s mine. Jihoon-hyung must’ve borrowed it from me and let you borrow it after. When did you even get it from him?”

“Um. About a month ago?”

“That explains it then.” 

You roll your eyes. “Look, if you want your sweatshirt back, I can just give it to you.”

“No, it’s okay. You can keep it,” he insists, one hand drifting onto Milana’s head so he can scratch her ears. “You’ve always looked good in my clothes anyway.”

Silence fills the room almost uncomfortably at how easy it is for him to admit that. The sudden shift in the atmosphere occurs to Vernon a little late and the smile on his face falls when he realizes what he just said.

“Oh, I didn’t… I mean—”

“It’s— It’s okay,” you interject meekly, managing a shy smile as you tug on the sleeves of your—his—sweatshirt. “I always liked wearing your clothes too.”

You’re perfectly aware that you should know how to hold yourself accountable for the things you say. That goes the same for Vernon. So when the two of you willingly let the other hear such controversial things that co-workers-slash-friends probably shouldn’t be saying to each other, you’re not sure what to make of the situation. 

Are you reading him wrong? Or is he actually reciprocating your misplaced longing, no matter how subtle? It’s always been hard to tell with Vernon, who’s never straightforward with what he wants to communicate. Always trusting that you would understand the nuance of his every action, his every word, when all they do is make your head spin.

The sight is perfectly domestic—lounging comfortably on the sofa after a good meal, both of your feet kicked up on the coffee table, and your big baby daughter purring quietly from where she lies between the two of you. 

But even if three months doesn’t seem like a whole lot, it’s enough time for some…due changes to eventually set. 

“You know…” Vernon starts, sucking in a deep breath almost like he’s nervous.

“Do I know what?” 

His eyes flicker over to the ceiling as if praying for some sort of deliverance before forcing himself to meet your gaze again. There’s a look in his eyes that you can’t parse right away, and you wonder if you can ever understand what it is. 

“I… I still listen to that old mixtape you gave me. Do you remember? The one you gave to me when we first met?” he murmurs quietly, bringing his hands onto his lap so he can twiddle with his thumbs. “Before we have to come up on stage and I start feeling nervous, I just listen to a softcopy of that mixtape on my phone. I still do now.”

That mixtape… He still has that? Moreover, he managed to save a softcopy and downloaded it onto his phone? You would’ve asked him how on earth he managed to do that, if you weren’t so startled about his sudden revelation.

“Your voice always gives me strength. Even when we weren’t together yet—even if we’re not together anymore.” Vernon purses his lips, a sad look eclipsing the sincerity in his eyes as he strokes Milana’s fur thoughtfully. “So I’m really sorry if you think I’m overstaying my welcome today. I definitely am. But I just— I just wanted to be selfish for once.I wanted to spend a little more time with you because I know you’ll go back to distancing yourself from me once I leave.”

When he turns to face you, you know it’s the real deal. There’s a spark of determination in his eyes that scares you a little—like he’s about to say something you’re not ready to hear yet regardless of how badly you want to. 

But before he can get a chance to utter the words, your phone starts ringing on the coffee table. You’ve never swooped in to answer a call so quickly in your life.

“Hello, what’s up?” You nearly cringe at how bubbly your voice sounds as you get up from the couch.

“Hey, have you found Milana?” Nari’s voice flows into your ear, genuine concern lacing each word. “I asked Mingyu to look around with Namja, but no dice. I could contact some other friends if you—”

“It’s okay, Nari,” you interject, fingers drumming across your thigh. “We already found her.”

Your friend makes a curious noise. “Who’s we?” 

You nearly balk when Vernon plucks the phone out of your hands, pressing it to his ear with a smug grin that you don’t usually see him wear.

“Who else?” he says. “Thanks for checking in, Nari. But we’re kind of…busy.” 

The call isn’t even on loudspeaker but you can obviously hear the way Nari gasps like Vernon just unveiled some scandalous secret. “Oh my god. Are you—”

Vernon ends the call before tossing your phone back onto the couch, startling Milana out of her nap. Your cat flashes Vernon something similar to a dirty look before hopping off the cushions and sauntering off elsewhere. You just hope she doesn’t retaliate by wandering outside again.

But your cat’s newest penchant for wandering around is the last thing on your mind because even if you’re not facing him, you can sense Vernon’s towering presence directly behind you.

You don’t resist when he hugs you from behind—resting his forehead against your shoulder as he breathes out a shuddering sigh. His arms still feel like home despite being months into the breakup and you don’t know how to fucking deal with it.

“I still love you. Never stopped,” he whispers. “It was…completely stupid of me to think we’re better off as friends just because we’re coworkers. You’re too important to me. I don’t want to be your friend. I want to—”

You don’t even give him leeway to finish that sentence, whirling around in his embrace as you meet his lips in a quiet kiss.

In a split second, several things happen at once. Dying stars collide. Black holes collapse. Eternities unspool. 

And you start to realize that you can’t live without Vernon Chwe.

“Shit, Hansol, please.”

Vernon loves how his other name falls so gracefully from your lips—loves how you frame the words in such an…interesting way. You only ever call him that when you’re feeling particularly strong emotions—happiness, anger, disappointment…

Pleasure.

He heaves a long sigh as he peels himself away from the home he’s made between your thighs. You’re not sure how long Vernon has been eating you out, but your brain is close to melting and you can’t process any other coherent thoughts aside from how your cunt still tingles from the orgasm he just gave you. 

Your panties have long been discarded on the bedroom floor. All you’re donned with now is the old sweatshirt that you thought belonged to Jihoon but turns out was Vernon’s property all along. He insisted that you keep it on—emphasizing just how much he likes seeing you in his clothes before promptly robbing you of your capacity to think by eating pussy like it was his life’s purpose.

It doesn’t help that he looks so fucking delectable between your legs—big hands splayed across the sensitive flesh of your thighs as he looks up at you with a dazed expression. His lips are parted, still glossy from the aftermath of your release and the look in his eyes almost makes it seem like he’s the one who’s just been eaten out to completion.

“Fuck, ‘Sol,” you whimper, head falling back onto the pillows as you shield your eyes with your arm. You can’t even look at him without feeling like you’re about to combust. “Stop staring at me like that…”

Vernon leans down to pry your arm off your face—forcing you to meet his loving gaze before pressing your arm down onto the mattress.

“Like what?” he whispers, the blunt of his nail scraping against your bottom lip. 

“Like you want to swallow me whole.”

His eyes almost crinkle with how wide he smiles at you and you nearly writhe with anticipation when you feel his drenched fingers prodding your slicked entrance again. 

“What if I tell you that’s exactly what I want?”

Vernon’s mouth is on yours before you can even breathe, tongue bullying its way past your lips as he licks into your mouth. He slips the digits he used to tease you back into your wet channel and you delight in how he swallows your moans as he pumps them inside at a languid pace. Vernon has always been good at building your release from the ground up—never one to rush any orgasms he’s willing to give. As long as you feel good, he’ll exercise as much patience as he can.

“V-Vernon,” you gasp when he curls his fingers and thumbs at your clit at the same time, flicking your sensitive bud with just the right amount of pleasure that has your toes curling with pleasure. “Fuck, please, please—”

“Sounds so good for me,” he sighs, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before giving a delicious tug. “Wanna record all your pretty noises and use it in a song. D’you want that too, love? Want everyone to hear how nice you sound?”

The idea of him using your voice in the throes of pleasure for such a mundane thing sends a rush of heat straight to your core. You moan in reply, rubbing your needy cunt against his hand in a desperate attempt to get yourself off. Vernon chuckles against your lips and his teasing almost makes you pout, if only he isn’t so fucking good at finding your g-spot.

The first time he makes you come, it’s with his mouth and the second is after he expertly picks you apart with his fingers. But no matter how well Vernon knows your body, you still think it’s fucking unfair for him to coax orgasm after orgasm from you like it’s as easy as breathing.

“Hansol,” you whisper—brain too fucked out to segreget his two names properly. “Want you inside me. Want all of you.”

He shakes his head with an audible tut, slipping his fingers out of your pulsing hole. The action makes you mewl in protest, but Vernon brings those same fingers to your lips to silence you. 

“You have to work on your patience, love,” he murmurs, angling his face a little before his lips descend onto your neck. “It’s been a while since I’ve had you like this… I want to savor you. You’ll let me do that, right?”

All you can do is answer him with a helpless nod.

His sweatshirt is off in a split second, revealing your body to him in a way that makes you want to hide underneath the covers. He gazes at you so intensely, it makes you wonder how someone you broke up with three months ago still looks at you like it's the first time.

Vernon writes poetry onto your skin with each caress of his lips, making sure you feel everything he’s doing to you as he leaves no inch of your body untouched. Sex with him has always been intense, not because he likes to fuck hard and fast but because he likes to take his time—to sink himself into your skin deep enough that you can’t ever hope to flush him out of your system. 

That’s probably one of the reasons why you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop loving him. He’s become such a fundamental part of your life that living without him is the same as breathing without oxygen. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as his lips latch onto your breasts. “So fucking beautiful.” 

Vernon isn’t a man of many words. You’ve come to know this for a fact, so whenever he spills all these compliments for you to hear, it makes your heart swell inside your chest. A handful of other people have called you that in the past, but when the words come from Vernon’s mouth, it feels like the gospel truth.

Fortunately, your lover was never too cruel to you. Sure, he likes to instill the value of patience, but Vernon never found the appeal of bringing your partner to tears because of their unquenchable need for release.

He doesn’t even make you beg for his cock. Vernon simply lines up the tip with your swollen entrance before slowly pushing inside—dark eyes cognizant of every shift in your expression to make sure he isn’t hurting you. When all he sees is you whimpering from how good it feels to be split open by his cock, he knows he’s doing it right.

“I love you,” he whispers breathlessly—hoping the words won’t be lost in the midst of the mind-numbing pleasure. “I’m so in love with you.”

He ploughs you into the mattress slowly, deeply, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock as he fucks into you. Vernon is rarely vocal with his words when it comes to sex, but he makes up for it with the pleasurable sounds that escape his lips. And with how long it’s been since the two of you lied together like this, you wouldn’t blame him for feeling more unhinged than usual.

“I love you, too, ‘Sol,” you sigh but the words are eclipsed with a high-pitched keen when he amps up the pace of his thrusts. 

“I love hearing you say that,” Vernon groans, biting his lip until he can taste iron on his tongue. 

“Then I’ll keep saying it.” It’s a miracle how you manage to get the words out when he’s quite literally punching the breath out of your lungs with each stroke. “I’ll say I love you while you’re fucking me. I’ll say I love you even when you’re not.”

“I’ll say it all the time if it means you’ll come back to me.”

For a moment, the intense pace he’s set falters—eyes wide and mouth agape. You worry that you must’ve said something out of turn, but Vernon proves you wrong by pulling you forward into a tight embrace, fucking up into your tight cunt with a kind of vigor that you never would’ve associated with someone as easy going as he is.

“I’m yours, love.” he rasps against your neck, teeth grazing the skin just above the thrum of your pulse. “I’ll always be yours.”

The sudden switch in positions and the sincerity of his words is what pushes you over the edge a third time—making you cling onto Vernon like a lifeline as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. You can tell that he’s close. His strokes are more erratic, more frantic. Now that he’s brought you to the pinnacle, he doesn’t see any reason why he shouldn’t make it to that same paradise too.

When he comes, it’s a burst of white hot pleasure that singes through every single nerve ending in Vernon’s brain. You let out such an adorable little whimper as his cum coats your insides in generous spurts, filling you to the brim with his emission with the full intention of keeping it inside you for days.

But as much as he loves entertaining the idea of defiling you until everyone in the world knows you belong to him… 

He’s always put great importance in the art of aftercare.

Both of you try very hard to ignore Milana’s judgemental stare as Vernon carries you to the bathroom—propping you up on the toilet cover first as he draws a warm bath. But from the way she dismissively leaves the two of you to your own devices after a few minutes, you like to think that you’ve gotten her seal of approval.

Your no-longer-ex-boyfriend gently lays you into the tub with him, reaching out for the soap on one of your toiletry holders as he massages you everywhere you’re sore. You let out a satisfied sigh before resting the back of your head against his firm shoulder.

“How’re you going to explain to the higher-ups that you’re dating one of their producers again?” you chuckle, placing your hand on top of his as he continues to clean you up. “Maybe I should just find a job somewhere else. A place where it isn’t illegal to have an idol as a boyfriend.”

“Maybe,” he muses before placing a firm kiss on your temple. “But whatever happens, I know I’ll always stick by you no matter what.”

You turn around, arching an eyebrow at him. “Even if it’ll cost you your job?” 

You completely expect him to backtrack a little. Vernon is obsessed with you—you get that. But probably not to a point where he’s willing to breach the company’s contract just to keep being with you, right? 

But for some reason, it sounds so fucking easy for him to say it when he whispers:

“Even if it’ll cost me my job.”

⟢ end notes: this is probably the sweetest thing i've ever written bc i personally headcanon vernon as someone who loves his s/o so deeply, it consumes him (like in a good way yk). i had so much fun writing this (esp since i got to sneak in vet!reader from again and again under the name nari hehe) so i rly hope you enjoyed it! do look forward to the last part of this series, which will feature resident catboy jeon wonwoo <3

this is part of the doting on you! series.

[zaceouiswriting]

The favorite Bat-Brother?

Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Brother!Male Reader

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: Slight Brutality

The warm summer sun shone on the beautiful world. On a day like this, you would usually have been sitting by the pool or challenging your brothers to a water fight, but instead, you were in the garage working on your car to distract yourself from what you saw the day before. 

To say you were heartbroken would be an understatement. For the first time in your life, you cried. You had felt like a schoolgirl as you stormed through the front door of your home and cried your heart out. On your way to the room, you ignored your brothers' and even Alfred's pleas to talk, but you couldn't speak. Since then, you've been ignoring everyone, whether, in your bedroom or the garage, you always had your headphones on.

So it was no wonder someone tapped you or, in this case, gently kicked your leg. That alone let you know who it was, and that didn't help your terrible mood.

As you rolled your board down, on which you went under the car, the light was blinding, but you, thankfully, didn't have to get used to it because Damian came to stand over you, blocking the light. He looked moody as always, but that day he seemed strange. Suddenly, he motioned for you to take out your earbuds, which you did, only for him to squad next to you.

“Do you remember Alek? The tall black-haired one? The one who models part-time?” Damian asked you casually. But his words broke your heart even more.

“You mean my boyfri- sorry, ex-boyfriend?”

“Whatever,” Damian said, rolling his eyes. But before you could tell him to fuck off if he wanted to make fun of you, he suddenly took your hand and played with your longer fingers. It could only mean one thing: he had done something he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do.

"What happened? Did he do something to you? Do I have to punch him?"

Damian looked at you questioningly, as you both knew that as the only pacifist in the Bat Family, you wouldn't do that. Still, it made Damian smile.

“I think he learned his lesson.”

“What do you mean?” You asked him suspiciously because his questionable words made you feel uneasy.

“Someone got to his car last night, you know, the red sports car, where he cheated on you with this blonde girl. That someone scratched his car paint and broke his windows with a crowbar.”

You were stunned, unable to speak, and not knowing what to say. On the one hand, you were grateful, but on the other, you were afraid that he might get negatively involved with the law, even though your family is filthy rich. However, Damian had taken your silence strangely as he was fiddling with something in his pocket while, at the same time, moving nervously and still playing with your hand. You didn't know whether he was excited or nervous.

But since you still hadn't said anything after a few minutes, Damian took his hand out of his pocket, placed it in your open palm, and dropped something into it. As he pulled his hand back, you saw something small that looked vaguely like a small pebble. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. When you raised your gaze again, words were on the tip of your tongue, but when you looked at Damian's nervous face, your throat tightened.

Nothing was said for a moment, but when your eyes finally met, you saw the fear in his green orbs, letting you know you had to say something.

“What is the meaning of this?” You asked him quietly. “Why did you give me a pebble?”

Damian shrugged. "When I destroyed the dickhead's car, he was there too," he finally confessed. “He won’t be doing any more photo shoots anytime soon,” he continued cryptically. “Unfortunately, he was with a gang I was hunting for a while.”

You were stunned. Up until that point, you thought no one cared. You were always quiet and often felt left out of place. Unlike the others, you couldn't hurt a fly. At least not yet, even though you're Bruce's blood son, just like Damian. Although it didn't matter to you, all four boys were your brothers. You still looked after them, helped them when they were sick or injured, lent them an ear or your strength, whatever they needed. But all the brotherly love was never reciprocated. It was the very first time one of your brothers did something for you. And it was the baby brother of all people.

“Why?” You could only ask before a lump in your throat stopped you from making another sound.

Damian rolled his eyes again as if the whole thing was a nuisance to him, even though you knew better now. “I couldn’t hear you crying at night. You know our rooms are next to each other. I hear everything that happens,” he spoke the last part exasperatedly.

“But-„

Damian groaned in annoyance and rolled his eyes so hard he bobbed his head. "Can you just accept it and not make a big deal about it?" His voice was just as annoyed as the rest of his demeanor.

At this point, you could only nod, still in a strange trance. You were sure that this had to be a dream because it couldn't be real life. Damian had gotten up again and was about to leave. But after a few steps, he stopped.

Damian was always the easiest for you to read, so you knew he was reluctant to say something. But as you knew him, he would turn around once to make a decision. And just as you thought, he did just that. Meeting your eyes, you could see his body tensing and then hopelessly deflating.

“It’s not a pebble,” he admitted strangely. Your face contorted in confusion. “It’s a tooth.”

“What?” you asked, confused. Your eyes fell on your hand. “Whose tooth is that?”

“Shouldn’t you remember that?" He asked you dryly. "You tongued it several times in the lounge,” Damian told you, suddenly teasing with a sideways smirk. Only to have his face scrunch up in realization and disgust. You could only laugh.

“And why is there red...color? I believe?"

"Oh." Damian suddenly became more sheepish. “Well, I accidentally broke the idiot’s tooth on his car. Even though I had already destroyed it before when I found the tooth, I took it and scratched it further in front of the dickhead's face, but just to be safe, I followed with a knife."

Damian tried to remain casual, but you could see a spark of pride in his glimmering eyes. At that moment, all you could feel was the same thing: Pride. With a speed that not even your battle-hardened little brother could comprehend, you stood up, scooped him into your arms, and swept him off his feet. You spun in circles, laughing as you watched Damian try not to smile.

“What did I do to deserve a little brother like you?”

You slowly stopped spinning until you placed him back on the ground. Only then did you see the blush growing on his pale cheeks. You nudged him and asked what was wrong with him. He didn't want to talk, so you laid your hand on his little head and ruffled his hair. You told him everything was fine, not wanting to overwhelm him further. You turned to your car but stopped when you heard a whisper behind you.

"What?" you asked, chuckling in delight.

“Because I love you,” Damian whispered again, but this time you heard it. When you saw him look away, his ears glowing red and tears in his eyes, your heart melted. It made you wonder if your brother had always been this cute or if this was a recent development.

Once again, you were in front of your brother before he could react. You pulled him close, his head barely reaching your chest. Tears quickly wet your dirty shirt. It was the first time he had shown real feelings towards someone. You couldn't bear to say a word, so you petted his head instead.

For minutes, the two of you stood there silently, enveloped in each other's warmth. Only when a lightness befalls the atmosphere did you dare to speak.

“And I love you too, little bird,” you whispered in return with a big smile. “And from today, I break my neutrality! You’re my favorite now!”

“Really?” he asked quickly, looking up. His eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were even redder than before.

Instead of saying anything else, you kissed the top of his head, ruffled his hair again, and turned away, only to burst into silent tears. You just couldn't let him see you like this, you were still sore from the heartache you had just endured.

***

Damian took it as a sign to leave, but not before hugging you from behind, giving you a tissue, and running away. He went outside and walked back to the main house from the back. When he went back into the main living room, he found Jason and Dick there. He didn't care that they saw him in this mess. Instead, a devilish grin crossed his face.

Both older brothers looked questioningly at the boy, who they believed was the devil reincarnated.

“I’m his favorite!” he announced proudly. His two older brothers looked at him stunned. Then they looked at each other, wondering where Damian had come from. At the same time, something clicked within them. They both stood up simultaneously.

“You liar!” they shouted, not angry but more panicked.

"What did you threaten him with?" Jason asked further through gritted teeth, ready to pounce on the little boy.

Damian shrugged. "I just helped him get rid of a little sadness by beating up his ex," he told them, equally proud. He bathed in their stupid looks before he started whistling and walked away completely relaxed.

The information left the two older brothers speechless, thinking you didn't like brutality. But maybe they had the wrong idea.

Dick jabbed his elbow into Jason's side with a mischievous grin, and when their eyes met again, he couldn't hold it back any longer. “I told you we should have done it ourselves!”

Jason mumbled something incomprehensible before leaving. Dick never thought the other one would be the soft one since he prevented them both by going after your ex, but he had a feeling another chance would soon open up. After all, you're handsome, intelligent, and a Wayne. There are other fish in the sea for you. Maybe, if he finds your future husband, he may finally become your favorite, everything he ever wanted to be. And all your brothers fought about. Only now the war has really begun.

[Masterlist]

[beanghostprincess]

Franky met Sanji and Usopp in the middle of their breakup arc and had to deal with the consequences of the "No, we are not dating but yes, I will have to be held back against my will from beating you up for hurting my boyfri- I mean ex-boyfriend- Our longnose" situation

[donat-senpai]

Can you please do a platonic Yandere Adrien, Luca with a reader who wants to be in a relationship not with them but like in general, what would they do if they tried to ruin her relationship when she got one and she found out🙏

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien x Reader, Yandere! Luka x Reader

tw: platonic obsession, deception, manipulation

Thanks for waiting! I continue to work on fulfilling requests. BUT I have to inform you that I will no longer accept new requests for ladybug. I don't feel inspired by this fandom anymore.

ADRIEN

-The day you confessed your love was the worst day of Adrien's life.

-Your best friend, your closest person, almost a family member suddenly ceased to be important to you.

-You started canceling appointments with Adrien to go on dates with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Adrien was so disappointed and angry. But not on you. You will never be to blame. This terrible man has entangled you in order to ruin everything.

-The first thing Adrien wanted to do was use Cataclysm on your boyfriend/girlfriend. It would be easier that way. Faster. But he didn't want to scare you.

-Adrien needed to be cunning.

-He stole tests from the principal's office and planted them in your boyfriend/girlfriend's bag.

-Your school is prestigious. Such an act will not be forgiven.

-The news of the expulsion of this parasite (as Adrien mentally called this person) made you cry. Adrien was very sorry, but he had to do it.

-A little later, you found one of the tests in Adrien's bag when you wanted to get his notes. It fell out and went unnoticed. Until this moment.

-He realized what happened when he saw the disbelief on your face and the damn test in your hand.

-You asked him accusingly what that meant. Adrien ran through ideas in his head in a panic. Classmates came to the noise

-And he came up with…

-They (the pest) must have planted it. They were jealous and wanted to frame Adrien.

-His classmates quickly supported him. (He always knew that his good reputation would come in handy someday)

-How can kind, dear Adrien be capable of such meanness?

-Your mistrust hurt Adrien. How could you doubt your best friend? That person is a bad influence on you. Perhaps you shouldn't date them anymore.

-You felt ashamed

-It’s hard to leave, but your friend is there. He will help you write a goodbye message for them. He'll even send it for you.

-Adrien will free you.

-Your friendship will be safe again.

LUKA

-Three days. For a whole three days, Luka waited and hoped that you pranked him.

-Hope disappeared when you introduced Luka to your boyfriend/girlfriend.

-Luka still didn't understand how this happened. He was always there.

-Your happy face brought joy to Luka endlessly. He allowed this relationship to exist.

-He was ready to endure and listen to conversations about this person as long as it brought you pleasure.

-But the days passed, and you smiled less and less.

-Of course, your new boyfried/girlfriend became the problem.

-Luka began to unobtrusively push you towards breaking up. Why do you need a relationship in which your partner only upsets you?

-The guy’s patience finally ran out when you came in tears and said that you saw Him/She hugging someone else.

-If Luka were not a restrained person, he would have akumatized to take revenge. But you needed comfort.

-For the next couple of days, Couffaine stubbornly thought about getting rid of the obstacle once and for all.

-Your ex gave him the idea himself.

-They persistently tried to contact you. You didn’t want to communicate with him/her and gave Luka your phone so that he could delete the messages. Luka used this against him/her.

-Luka convinced you to block your ex on all social media. And the letter from the mailbox explaining that he/she hugged his cousin was replaced with another one - with threats. It was not difficult to fake the handwriting following the example.

-Photos taken without your knowledge were thrown into your school locker.

-No one could ignore something like this. Your parents finally went to the police.

-Luka invited you to stay with him while the trial is ongoing. His family didn't mind, and yours decided that a change of scenery wouldn't hurt.

-The guy felt bad that he had to scare you. He mentally promised to compensate you for all the ruined days.

-Everything was going great until you found all these damn pieces of paper. Copies of your ex's fake letter. Dozens of unsuccessful attempts to forge handwriting.

-Why? Why did you open this box? Why did he forget to throw it away?

-Luka was terribly upset. But he knew what he had to do. He has to correct his mistake.

-He pushed you into the closet, snatching the letters from your hands, and locked the doors.

-Luka hastened to get rid of the evidence.

-He'll think of something. Without proof, no one will believe you. He will say that you had a fight with him and after everything that happened, you are simply confused.

-He will tell you over and over again that there were no letters until you both believe it.

-Luka did all this for you. You will understand this. He will always protect your friendship.

[mrsriddlenott]

Mistakes

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fighting,Break Up, minor Fluff,

*Implied Gryffindor!Reader but barley*

Draco Malfoy was anything but a good person. He’d pick fights for no reason, he’d hex people he didn’t like, he’d bully younger students, anything to ignore what was happening around him. He didn’t see a reason to stop until he met you. Draco had absolutely no idea how he missed you for so long, you were there, right behind the Golden Trio the whole time. From the second he heard your voice it was like the curtains of a dingy old manor were thrown open to engulf him in summer warmth.

You were scolding him for how he spoke to Harry and all he could hear was the way his name fell from your lips. Those eyes looking up to him like he was the worst person imaginable was the only thing that could spark a change in the Slytherin Prince. And to your surprise, he actually was changing. He’d learned to ignore things he didn’t like instead of taking control of them as his focus veered toward winning your heart. Eventually the castle slowly became accustomed to peaceful walks in the corridors instead of pranks and hazing as Draco began to realize life wasn’t just about him, everyone was going through something. Including you, which was all he cared about now.

Even though there were times when he’d pick a fight or cast a spell at someone, you always understood that he was trying, that he made mistakes. And he absolutely couldn’t believe it when you finally said yes to his advances, in his eyes, everything he did was a mistake until you said yes to that Hogsmeade date.

But today he had a reason and a good one at that. He’d overheard a Slytherin 4th year talking about your body and what he’d do to you, whether you wanted him to or not. So he of course took it upon himself to teach the twat a lesson, at first he was just gonna scare him with a few choice words but when the boy didn’t back down on his threats, instead doubling down with his obscene comments, Draco decided his fists could do the talking. You however, only saw the tail end as you left for the great hall. Seeing your 7th year boyfriend, who was practically an adult, manhandle and abuse someone who was basically a child, made you sick to your stomach.

You of course didn’t know his reasoning and as you yelled in his face for everyone to hear that you were done cleaning up after him, Draco Malfoy’s heart of stone, shattered into pieces. His whole life for the past year was built on the promise of you being there, and he was going to do anything in his power to get that back.

Saturday morning you woke up to your favorite flowers on your nightstand, “Please let me explain,” written in loopy letters on a paper crane beside them. You threw off your blanket, slipped on your slippers and grabbed them both, the sun had barley risen and the castle was eerily silent as your slippers scraped along the path to the Slytherin common room. As you stared up at your boyfrie- ex boyfriend’s door, you contemplated just crashing in to kiss him, hug him, just talk to him, but that feeling in your stomach from yesterday never left. You let the flowers and note fall to your feet at his door, quickly rushing back to your dorm to cry before he could see you out here.

The next morning was harder to resist, the alluring smell of your favorite sweets filling your nostrils as you woke. Groggily you wiped at your eyes, grabbing at the origami with loopy writing again, “I promise I wasn’t being a git.” was scratched across it this time, making the images of his fight flash in your brain. The thought of him beating on random kids without your knowledge gnawed at you. You’d only ever seen him fight 6th and 7th years, some of them were entirely deserving of it but most of them just happened to exist on one of his bad days. Your brain was trying to understand why, but nothing you came up with warranted beating up a 14 year old boy. So again you made your way to his dorm, determined to stop this.

Your knuckles raked at the wood of his door, shoving your way through as soon as it cracked open. “Okay Draco, I know why you’re breaking in to leave me presents but it needs”your sentence caught in your throat as you took in his dirtied room. He was always so clean, never a sweater on his floor, but now pieces of paper, ink and clothes scattered his floor like pixies came through it.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t had a chance to clean up, I’ve been focused on your gifts,” He sighed, he had bags under his eyes like he hadn’t been sleeping, his hair was disheveled and his school clothes were still on. You eyed him as he watched you, the room going so quiet that the silence became a sound of it’s own as you both waited for the other.

“I need to explain,” Draco suddenly spoke, ushering you to his unmade bed, “I promise you I wasn’t just being a bully I-“

“Draco I didn’t come here for an excuse I came here to en-“ You tired to finish your sentence but couldn’t form the words, watching as his eyes left yours to swivel around his room, a telltale sign he was trying not to cry.

“Please, it’s not an excuse. I need to tell you my reasoning and then you can decide to leave me if that’s still what you want. I just- I’m not gonna sit back and watch you leave, we’re the only thing I’ve done correctly and I’m gonna fight for you okay?” Draco knew he was a disappointment, he knew he failed his father, his aunt, his friends, but every time he looked back on his dark days, all he saw was you by his side through it all, you helping him come to the right side, you teaching him to control his anger, you.

“He was talking about you,” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he spoke, “your legs, your waist, what he wanted to do with them.” His throat bobbed as he looked to you, you felt worse than before, bile rising up your throat as Draco continued, “I told him to stop talking, he didn’t, so I warned him, said that if I heard your name from his mouth again I’d beat his ass. He said he could say what he wanted because you’re an adult and he’s a child so he kept on with his friends and I think you know the rest.”

The room was tense with silence, your stomach turned in anxiety, you didn’t know boys that young thought that way, you assumed he was the victim. You felt stupid and naive for wanting to protect a boy who would gladly hurt you if given the chance. You threw yourself into Draco’s arms as tears grew on your lashes.

~~~~

I’ve got some smut writers block right now and can’t think of any scenarios, if anyone has any prompts I’d be so very happy to see them!!!!

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[fullsunstrawberry]

NCT Dream Reaction:

You ask them to kiss you

Warning* Very Fluffy, Mention of heated kissing in some.

[nct dream masterlist]

Mark: New Years Kiss

•“Hey, you good bro?” Mark took a seat next to you.

•“Ugh New Years always reminds me of how painfully single I am.” Mark laughed at that. “Why?”

•“I just never have a New Years Kiss” You sigh slouching down in your seat.

•“Just ask anyone, I don’t think anyone would really mind” Mark patted your shoulder before getting up because Jeno called him over.

•You still had an hour to decide on wether or not you were going to ask someone to kiss you.

•But any time you would think about kissing someone your mind went straight to Mark. You found yourself searching for him with your eyes.

10

9

8

•The Countdown started when Mark pulled you up from the couch handing you a glass of champagne.

7

6

5

•You looked at Mark who was already smiling at you.

4

3

•“kiss me” you whispered.

•“what?”

2

•“Kiss me!” you said a little louder this time.

1

•Mark looked you in the eyes and placed his hands on your cheek. “Happy New Years” He whispered while slowly leaning in.

Renjun: “The Art of Kissing”

•“Y/nnnnnnn, what are you doing?”

•you rolled your eyes “Renjun i’m reading a book”

•Renjun was the one to invite you over. You were excited till you realized he was practicing for a comeback and wasn’t giving you any attention.

•So you decided to take out your book and read. While occasionally looking up to watch Renjun dance.

•“What book is more important then me”

•“The book is called “The Art of Kissing” You held up the book so he could see the cover

•”Doesn’t sound as good as watching me dance” He scoffs “What could it be about that is more important than watching me dance”

•“You want me to show you?” You got up from sitting and walked towards him.

•You definitely made Renjun blush

•“W-What do you mean”

•“kiss me and find out”

Jeno: Making Ex Jealous

•You just found out your boyfriend, now ex, cheated on you during most of your relationship. Even though you were already mentally done with him, it still hurt. You needed to tell someone but all your friends weren’t responding to your texts.

•So you decided to go see if Jeno was practicing.

•Which he was, thankfully. Jeno knew your ex boyfriend but they never got along. Your ex works at SM and Jeno didn’t like the idea of you dating someone from his company. He said that it would make things awkward. Now you understand why.

•You peaked in one of the practice room to see Jeno talking with some of his members. Before you could close the door he saw you and smiled, motioning you to come and join.

•When you got closer he could tell there was something up.

•“What’s wrong?” he looked worried and you started to feel bad. You looked at the other members because you didn’t really want to make a scene.

•“Let’s get some food” He takes your hand and drags you out the room

• After closing the door and making sure none of the other members followed you two out, he questioned you “What’s wrong?”

•”So you remember my boyfrie- ex boyfriend” he nods already confused. ”Well turns out he was cheating on me”

•You could already see Jeno getting upset. You didn’t really want to tell him because you knew he would try to do something he would regret later.

•”i’m gonna kill him” He huffs out but when he sees your expression he turns soft.

•”How about instead of me killing him, we go eat in the cafe?” He waits till you nod to grab your hand and lead you to the dinning area.

•This was a bad idea because you saw your ex with another girl. The girl that he was cheating on you with. Jeno noticed and was already getting pissed off.

•You watched as your ex turned around and noticed you holding hands with Jeno. He never liked Jeno and even considered him as a “threat” while you two were dating.

•”Jeno Kiss Me” You whispered

•Jeno didn’t question it, already knowing why you asked. He pulled you into him quickly and you grabbed his shirt pulling him down to kiss you even deeper. You two were practically making out in front of everybody but you really didn’t care.

•You quickly forgot about your ex the second Jeno’s lips were on your own. Jeno was just too good of a kisser.

•Jeno being the gentleman he is- took you into a more private place. AKA a random janitor closet to continue.

Haechan: Prove It

•Hanging out with all the Dreamies was kind of stressful. Well not for you, but for Haechan it was hell.

•Everyone already knew about Haechan crush on you. He didn’t even need to tell anyone. That’s how obvious it was.

•The only person that didn’t know was you. To be fair, you were blinded by your own crush on him.

•You liked hanging out with Haechan one on one. But hanging out with the Dreamies meant a whole bunch of teasing towards Haechan.

•You loved it! Hey it’s not your fault he looks so damn hot when he is annoyed.

•That’s why you just had to join in when everyone was teasing him.

•“pft I bet you’ve never even kissed someone” Jeno laughed.

•“I HAVE!” Haechan defended

•You couldn’t help but to giggle at this. But that was a mistake because Haechan caught you giggling.

•“Y/nnnn” He whined, hoping that you believed him.

•“I didn’t even say anything!” you defended yourself throwing your hand up into the air.

•“But you laughed! I’m a very good kisser!” He was now only looking at you.

•“Okay, okay, whatever you say Haechan” you said, sarcasm lacing your voice.

•“I am! Why don’t you believe me!” Haechan started getting up, probably to be more dramatic.

•“Then prove it” You shrugged

•This made Haechan do a 180. Instead of being loud and dramatic, he got quite.

•“And how would i do that y/n” He spoke, unsure of how his voice was going to sound.

•You got closer to haechan, looking into his eyes. But your eyes started to travel down until they were on his lips.

•“kiss me”

Jaemin: Practice Makes Perfect!

• This was perfect! You are finally going on your first date. You were beyond worried. Every time you thought about it, anxiety would fill you.

• You realized that you didn’t know how to go on a date.

• So you did the only thing that you could think of. Asking Jaemin for help.

• You always ask Jaemin for help and this is no different.

•He didn’t agree to help you, until you said you felt comfortable around him and didn’t want to ask anyone else for help.

• He thought about it for a second. Knowing that he wouldn’t able to hide his feeling if he went on a pretend date with you. But he didn’t want you to run to Jeno or Mark for help.

• That’s what lead you to standing in front of Jaemin’s door wearing a sundress.

• Once you knocked Jaemin quickly opened the door. When he saw you he froze. He didn’t expect you to get all dressed up for a fake date. But you were determined to make everything perfect.

• “Wow you look beautiful” He spoke holding out his hand for you to take. This made you blush not expecting physical touch.

• After your amazing pretend date. Jaemin took you back to his dorm and lead you into his room because he didn’t want this to end.

• “Thank you Jaemin, this was amazing” You smiled ready to turn around and leave because this was feeling a little bit too real.

• “Um is there anything else I can teach you before you leave?” He nervously uttered. Just trying to keep you from leaving.

• This made you blush even more because you know he didn’t mean for it to sound dirty but you two were alone in his room after a “date”.

• “Uh well, what if he tries to do more?” You blurted out.

• “How would I help you with that y/n” Jaemin didn’t want to assume you were implying kissing but he couldn’t help but blush.

• “Jaemin can you show me how to kiss?”

• That’s all you had to say before Jaemin was pulling you into him and cupping your face. “Let me show you”

• You were a natural at kissing. Which only made Jaemin deepen the kiss. Slowly pushing you to where you back hit the wall.

• Once you two pulled away to breath again, he spoke “Cancel that date, i’m taking you on a real one”

Chenle: Just kiss me

• Chenle having his own house was the best. You didn’t have to worry about the other Dreamies teasing you guys every time you hung out.

• Chenle practically invited you over to hangout every day he had off. Which wasn’t a lot but you were grateful you were his number one choice to hang out.

• Hanging out consists of playing video games or board games in his living room. It was never a chill hangout, you guys always had to be as loud as possible.

•Today was no different. You two were playing Mario Kart before you decided to order food.

•When the food arrived, Chenle insisted that eating in the living room was better than the dining room.

•You liked sitting on the floor while eating take out because it felt very “teenager” to you. Since you and Chenle didn’t really have a teenage life. Just immediately going to work instead of partying or going to college.

• “Y/n, look” Chenle giggled spinning an empty bottle of pepsi on the table. Which ended up pointing to you.

• “Looks like we have to kiss now” He laughed

•“Okay” You leaned towards him.

•“What” he gasped. Expecting you to playfully slap him.

• “What, it landed on me! So that means we kiss” You explained as if he didn’t already know how spin the bottle worked.

• “You don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable” Chenle assured.

•“Chenle, Just kiss me”

• After he took a good look at your face, making sure you weren’t joking with him, he grabbed you hands to pull you closer to him. With one more look at your face to make sure, he leaned in and kissed you.

• Chenle was very grateful he had his own house.

Jisung: First Kiss

•You were done with all the teasing from your friends. What’s so wrong with not having your first kiss yet. You are a hopeless romantic. You wanted it to be perfect.

• But not everything can be ‘perfect’.

• That’s why you decided your just gonna get it over with. Then you won’t have to deal with all the stress and anxiety of it all.

• But the problem was you didn’t really know who to ask. You needed to be comfortable with them. You didn’t wanna kiss some random person.

• You first thought of one of the Dreamies, your close to some of them. They probably wouldn’t mind. But which one?

• Jaemin or Jeno…Definitely not they probably had too much experience for you to be comfortable kissing them.

• Mark? nope! you don’t want to be called bro after you kissed someone.

• Haechan? Chenle? Renjun? …They would definitely tease you.

• Jisung? Well he hasn’t had his first kiss yet either. What if he doesn’t want to get it over, with like you do?ughhh it doesn’t hurt to ask.

• You knocked on Jisung’s door hoping he wasn’t out because you didn’t even shoot him a text.

• You heard rumbling on the other side of the door before a very annoyed Jisung opened the door. His eyes softened when he realized it was you.

• “I didn’t know you were coming over” This came out more of a question, rather than a statement.

• “Sorry, I wasn’t really thinking straight.” You uttered.

• Jisung stepped to the side of the door and ushered you into his room. “is there anything wrong y/n?”

• You nervously looked at him “um I don’t really know how to put this but I kind of want to get my first kiss over with”

• This confused Jisung even more “Okay, uh-”

• “I was wondering if you wanted to get it over with too”

• The realization hit Jisung in the face. His face was getting red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore. “Yeah, i do” he paused “I don’t really know how to do this” he continued.

• He took a couple steps closer to you. He then placed his hand on your cheek gently.

• Him being so closed to you almost made you stop breathing. You could of swore you would drop dead if he got any closer to you.

• He started to lean in, closing his eyes when he got closer.

• Finally touching you lips and quickly pulling away. Before he could step away, you grabbed on to his shirt and pulled him back into another kiss.

[neopronouns]

flag id: the top flag has 5 stripes, which are very dark purple, purple, golden yellow, dark faded red-pink, and very dark faded pinkish-red. the bottom left flag's stripes are very dark purple, purple, sky blue, golden yellow, dark faded red-pink, and very dark faded pinkish-red. the bottom right flag's stripes are very dark purple, purple, golden yellow, red-pink, dark faded red-pink, and very dark faded pinkish-red.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

evilexgrim evilexboyfric | evilexgirlfric

evilexgrim: a gender related to being an evil ex from 'scott pilgrim'

evilexboyfric: a gender related to being an evil ex-boyfriend from 'scott pilgrim'

evilexgirlfric: a gender related to being an evil ex-girlfriend from 'scott pilgrim'

[pt: evilexgrim: a gender related to being an evil ex from 'scott pilgrim'

evilexboyfric: a gender related to being an evil ex-boyfriend from 'scott pilgrim'

evilexgirlfric: a gender related to being an evil ex-girlfriend from 'scott pilgrim'. end pt]

for anon! the flags all use purples for evilness, dark, desaturated pinks/reds for ex-partnership, and yellow from the league of evil exes logo, and the bottom two flags also use pink for being a girlfriend and blue for being a boyfriend. the terms are 'evil ex' + 'grim 'from 'pilgrim'; 'evil ex', 'boyfri' from 'boyfriend'/'girlfri' from 'girlfriend', + 'ic'!

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @narcette, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai | dni link

[ciellunee]

Seeing him tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Pairing- Nanami kento X reader

Chapter 2- And I know we're done, I know we're through,But, God, when I look at you

Synopsis- kento Nanami is your ex-boyfriend. He's cold, stoic, and more importantly, the crush of your new friend. Being the good friend you always are, you should keep your hands off him, but..... can you?

Chapter 1-

Nanami kento recently rejoined jujustsu high, and you couldn't understand your feelings regarding the news. Texting nanami was either the best or the worst decision, but thankfully for you, it didn't go that bad....

You knew nanami. This is exactly how he responds... he's a stoic man. You knew everything yet your stomach churned, as if expecting something different. "He moved on, and so should I," was your mantra. You kept chanting it. It was stupid, but it reminded you of the necessary.

Packing your lunch, you knew you'll meet him today since every teacher at jujutsu High shares the same staff room. You promised to compose yourself. You have to. You want to you need to.

It was quite a hectic day. Your eyes tearing and burning from working long hours in dim light. The autopsy was rather difficult because of the cursed technique used. Finally, after filling out the report analysis, you opened your phone, getting tons of messages from the group chat.

The idea of your co-worker and your ex-boyfriend together made you nauseous. You never thought about it, nanami with some other girl, it was made you break into cold sweat. You never got to move on. Why does he? He broke your heart. He made your life harder, every night you'd cry yourself to sleep wishing that kento would reverse his decision of leaving you and just come back to you after all, wasn't he truly happy with you too?

Pushing the thoughts aside, you checked the time. 3:25, the lunch was over, and you were starving. Since all your work for the day was finished, you decided to eat your lunch in peace in the empty staff room.

Your bento box had eggs and chicken with rice and curry in different smaller containers. Everything was freshly prepared by you that morning. You remember how kento loved having your meals because they just "tasted better and fresh."

Your peace was soon interrupted by the staff room door opening. The blond you didn't really wished to see standing in the doorway. He took one glance at you, his poker face doesn't show any emotion. You shift uncomfortably trying to focus on your food as you scroll through the recipe book on your desk.

The blonde took his seat at the corner of the table and took out a book himself. You couldn't help but look at him. His face was stressed yet somehow relaxed. His crisp suit had no crease, and you knew he smelled absolutely amazing. You missed being in his arms. The only thing you wanted was for him to pull you in his arms and let you marinate in the aroma of him and his cologne. A sigh escapes your lips.

No class? You ask

None. I thought taking a break to read would be nice. What about you? Didn't see you at lunch

Ah, I had a case, quite a difficult one. Was finishing up reports during lunch. I'm starving. You motioned to the bento box, "want some?"

He loved your cooking, but you were sceptical if you crossed a line asking him to eat.

Sure. He smiled. Goddamn that smile.

He came closer and took a seat beside you. Taking a pair of chopsticks, kento dug into your lunch. Smiling as he enjoyed the nostalgic taste. The vegetables tasted fresh and crisp. Chicken was well seasoned and rice was perfectly cooked. You just knew how to hit the spot.

"Delicious!" He commented, and took another bite of rice and chicken. I've missed your cooking so much. He said, not paying attention to your now reddened cheeks.

Suddenly you were too full to eat anything. In awe to see your kento delightfully eating. You loved that man and no matter how much time passes, you cannot let go.

A sudden click of door takes you out of your thoughts, it's Midori along with Yuuji Itadori who's carrying a bunch of papers for her.

"Sensei!" Little angel greets you before turning to nanami.

Nanamin! Ooh, gojo sensei was looking for you, I'll tell you you're here with y/n sensei.

Your chuckle makes nanami a little embarrassed. 'Don't call me thar itadori kun. And no need to call gojo San over. I'll contact him myself Don't worry.'

"But I think it's a cute name nanami San..."

Midori your newest friend and co-worker whined, placing the papers on her desk she sat on the edge of the table in front of nanami. Na-Na-MiN sounds adorable.

Midori's voice made something inside you snap but you had to keep your cool, after all, you guys weren't together or anything. Yuuji excused himself while nanami and midori went on bout their days. Jealousy wasn't even near what you felt. A part of you was sad seeing kento so happy and cheerful while talking to midori, he deserved it all but just why.......why couldn't it be with you???

[n4talia-chaparro]

If gp!Krupp meets him

🍰꒷꒦︶🍪︶︶꒷꒦︶∪∪︶꒷꒦︶︶🍪︶꒷꒦🍰

OMG THE EX BOYFRI-- I MEAN CHILDHOOD FRIENDS. Yeah uhh uh "childhood" friends.

Haha uh. Yes nothing suspicious and confirmed in the au or anything haha. Uh bloody hell.

Anyways these two iconic dumbasses still recognize each other since 4th-5th grade,,,

UHH YEAH-- THEM. THEY ARE FRIENDS I SWEAR- NOTHING SUSPICIOUS HAPPENING BETWEEN THOSE TWO IDIOTS-

[bonbonchocolates]

Want You Back

Yandere Jimin x Reader

Summary: When your ex wants you back.....

Warnings: yandere Jimin, obsessive behaviour, mention of blowjob, blackmailing, death (of minor character)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. If you like it please leave a like.

Masterlist

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Flashback:

"Y/N, do you love me?"

He asked.

"I love you so much."

You said cutely and he giggled.

"Do you love me?"

I asked him.

"I love you so much my princess, that I can go to any extent to prove my love to you. "

End of Flashback

You smiled at the sweet memory while staring at the picture of you and your boyfri-, ex-boyfriend. You were very young that time and he was older than you. So at first you didn't wanted to be in a relationship with him but after he confessed his love for you so many times you finally accepted. And as time passed by you fell for him.

Your relationship was a secret one where you both used to spend time with each other without anyone knowing. In front of everyone you both practically acted as strangers but behind locked doors you were the lovey dovey couple.

The one and only relationship was that if your parents ever got to know about this relationship they would never support it. Your plan was to complete your studies, get a job and run away with him. You both would get married and have your happily ever after. But unfortunately that never happened.

Actually he was your your senior in high school and was brilliant in studies. You belonged from a very rich while he belonged from a poor family and his mother was a maid in our house. That was the greatest problem for your family their status mattered and they would never let their one and only daughter be in a relationship with a poor boy. This is the reason why you had to hide your relationship.

You were happy that way but one day that bitch, Taeyong revealed about your relationship in front of your parents. Taeyong was the son of your dad's business partner and your parents fixed your marriage with him. Though you didn't like him. You don't know how he got to know about your relationship and accused you of cheating on him.

When your parents got to know about it, they were furious. Your father told you to break up with your boyfriend but you couldn't do that. So you tried to make him understand but it went to vail. For your father his status was more important than your happiness.

He threatened you that if you don't break up with your boyfriend, he will remove his mother from her job and suspend him from the school. You didn't want that because you know that their family was depended on his mother's money and he himself studied day and night just to get admission in such a prestigious school. You couldn't let his dream break.

You were forced to break up with him. You told him that you don't want to be with him anymore because you never loved him and just used him for fun. He looked at you with teary eyes and didn't want to believe what you said. You lied to him so that he leaves you. If you would say him the truth he would be back of you which would hurt him at the end.

It doesn't matter if you broke up with him you still love him and will always do. No one can take his place in your heart.

Do you want to know his name?

Jimin, Park Jimin was his name. The one and only love of your life.

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You are currently waiting for your chemistry teacher to come and begin the class. You are patiently waiting for her but she was nowhere to be seen. It's strange because she is never late but today already ten minutes passed and she is not here yet.

Just then you saw your principal enter the classroom with someone following behind him. You know that he is a boy but you couldn't see his face because you are sitting in the second last of the corner row.

Maybe a new student.

As soon as the principal entered the class all of you got up to wish him. The principal greeted us and instructed us to sit down. I stared at the principal with utmost disinterest.

"So as you know, Miss Hwang recently got married and she left the school. So we have a new teacher. "

You principal announced. You were sad because Miss Hwang left the school. Actually she was your favourite teacher, she was the only one who praised your efforts. You surely will miss her.

Why do all the good people leave us?

"Mr Park introduce yourself."

The principal command the person who was standing behind him. You still couldn't see his face. You turned your head to the side to look outside the window. You were not at all interested to have a new teacher.

"Hello students-"

Wait, that voice sounds familiar.

"I'm your new chemistry teacher, Park Jimin."

He introduced himself. You turned towards to the new teacher to find the person who you never expected to be here. Your whole world stopped.

The principal left the classroom after that.

"So today we won't study and you can introduce yourself and I will say about myself so we all can get to know each other better."

Your new teacher announced and the whole class cheered except you. You remained quiet, you couldn't believe what you were seeing. Everyone started to introduce themselves one by one.

You just wanted to disappear from there. You can't believe that your ex boyfriend is your new teacher. It was soon your time to introduce yourself but you didn't got up and remained quiet.

Now you were the centre of attention of the whole class. Jimin turned towards you and as soon as he saw you the smile on his face quickly dropped.

"Miss, can you please introduce yourself."

He instructed you. With great hesitation you got up.

"I-I-I a-am Y/N, A-Ahn Y/N."

You shuttered. Everyone started laughing at you and you quickly sat down due to embarrassment.

"Sir, how old are you?"

One of the girls in your class asked him.

"Miss Aera, that's a very personal question but anyway I am 24."

All the girls started swooning over him. He too smiled at them, the same smile that he used to give you. You tried to control your jealousy while reminding yourself that you both are no longer together and he has the right to do whatever he wants.

Just then a girl asked something very unexpected to him. She asked about his love life. At first he went silent but then he started smiling.

"There is a girl who I love. She too loves me and I hope that we'll always be together."

He said that while directly looking at me. After hearing it some girls were sad after hearing that because now they had no chance to be with him. On the other hand you are completely heartbroken that he has someone in his life and he forgot about you.

Who are you to complain? You broke his heart so you deserved it. Instead of being jealous, you should be happy for him.

The rest of the day went on full swing.

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Time Skip:

Your teacher handed you the test papers. You saw your marks and you received a D+ in it.

What? How? You studied so well. Moreover chemistry is your favourite subject, never ever you received less than a A. You couldn't believe your eyes. You decided to talk to Jimin about it after class.

After class you were heading towards Mr Park's staff room. Suddenly your phone started to ring.

This bitch-

You picked up the call.

On Call:

You: Why are you calling me?

???: Can't I call my fiance, Y/N baby?

You cringed at that.

You: Stop this nonsense and get to the point.

???: You are getting impatient, aren't you? So anyway you need to attend the party that my dad is throwing tonight. We'll make our relationship official there.

You: I won't be able to come.

???: You will come yourself or otherwise I'll drag you. And I'm sure you won't like it?

With that he cut off the call. It was from that a**hole fiance of your, Lee Taeyong. Why doesn't he disappear from the world? You hate him so much. He is the sole reason why you had to break up with Jimin.

You reached your destination and knocked on the door. After a few minutes you got the reply to come in. You entered inside to find the love of your life sitting on a chair staring at you.

"I knew you will come here."

He said with a sinister smirk on his face. Uhh so badly you want to wipe that smirk from his face.

"I gave a bad grade on purpose so you come here."

"How dare you?"

You yelled at him.

"Woah......woah calm down Y/N, my dear. Don't forget I'm your teacher here."

"Ok sir, can you please-"

"Only in one condition."

He interrupted you before you could even complete your sentence. You were shocked because he knows what's going on your mind.

"What condition?"

"Give me a blowjob"

He said directly. When you dated him he was so sweet and cute but now he totally changed. You were disgusted.

Eww, how can he want something like this from me?

"I'm your student, sir"

"I know but if you want good grades you need to do this."

"I don't want good grades anymore."

Deep down you wanted to get good grades because if your parents see this they will scold you but you won't do what Jimin said. To you your dignity mattered more than good grades. It's better to get scolding from your parents than giving your teacher a blowjob.

You were about to leave when someone grabbed your hand and then pinned you to the nearby wall, caging you. Jimin glared at you.

"You can't leave me."

"You have changed Jimin"

"YOU CHANGED ME"

He yelled at you not caring who hears him.

"You left me even though you know how much I loved you. I cried for you, I tried to get you back but still you left me. You used me like a toy and now it's time for my revenge."

He said and then started to suck and bite on your neck.

He is no longer the man I fell in love with, he changed. I changed him.

Right now you can't let him take advantage of you. You wanted to cry but you gained all your strength and pushed him back. He stumbled backwards and was about to fall down but somehow balanced himself.

"Don't dare do this again."

You warned him and were about to leave the room but his voice stopped you.

"You will see the consequence"

You ignored him and left from there. Luckily he didn't follow you.

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You came back home and found a parcel that had your name in it kept near the entrance of your house. Assuming it is from Taeyong you left it there.

You changed your clothes, freshened up and came downstairs. You tried to erase today's incident from your mind and hoped that he will never do such things ever again. You sat on the couch and switched on the television.

"Businessman Lee Doyoung's son, Lee Taeyong was murdered. His dead body was discovered near the Han river by a native few minutes ago. The police discovered 'Mochi' engraved on his dead body, they think it is somehow connected with the killer. Invest- "

The remote fell from your hand. You couldn't hear anything right now, you were shocked. Although you didn't like him but you never wanted him to be murdered.

And Mochi.........I know him. Did he-

Just then a message popped up on your phone, grabbing your attention. It was from an unknown number.

Unknown: Come to XXXXXXX sharply at 7pm. If you don't come the next target will be your parents. Your Mochi

You never expected him to kill someone. The man you loved turned into a murderer and it's all because of you. The man who you thought could never hurt someone killed your fiance. You can't do anything about it now and it's your fault.

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[dejwrldarchived]

ex boyfried!grimmjow whose a tattoo artist in a small town and you’re just the sweet baker that moved to the small town escaping from your past.

[holyshit]

so that’s what h was whispering in his ear when he was climbing all over him lmao

hey daddy can you unfollow my boyfri- ex boyfr- ex bandmate’s illegitimate child’s fan account please 😘

stoppppp 😭🔪

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Psycho Ex-Arc Chapter 7: Snowed-in the Snowdin Hotel

Everyone was all bundled up and ready to get out of the car. They all got out.

Sick Chris: Ok is everyone ready?

All: Yes!

Sick GF: No!

Sick Chris: Oh come on, Sis don't be like that!

Sick GF: It's fucking cold outside!

Yuki: What do you expect? We're in snow hallows, it's snows everyday.

Sick PonyCentral: So what's the plan?

Sick Chris: We're gonna find a place to spent the night until tomorrow morning and someone to fix the car.

Bubble Soda: Well we have to hurry and find a place before we freeze to death.

Sick Chris: Ok let's go!

They all looked around for a place to stay for the night. Everyone was getting cold. Until...

Sick BF: *gasp* GUYS! LOOK OVER THERE, I SEE A HOTEL!

They looked at where Sick Boyfriend was pointing, It was a big snow lodge, It looked like an inn except it wasn't, It had multiple rooms in there. Everyone was surprised to see that there was a hotel.

Sick Chris: Woah! Cool!

Bubble Soda: Finally!

Sick GF: Huh, Well That was fast!

Freundin: Come on guys, Let's go in

They all went inside the hotel, it was quiet and warm, the lobby was beautiful and comfortable. The others were amazed about this place.

Sick BF: Woah, This place looks beautiful

Yuki: I think I like this place!

Nan P & Sick PonyCentral: Woah!

Nick: Cool Place!

Naughty PonyCentral: I love this place!

Bubble Soda: Very Cool

David: Nice!

Sick GF: Eh, It's Alright.

Sick Boyfriend looked around to see that there was no one in the lobby, he was confused.

Sick BF: Uhh do you guys find it strange that we're the only ones are this hotel?

Freundin: Hmmm you're right, it is awfully strange that nobody is at this hotel and it's awfully quiet.

Sick Chris: Well It doesn't seem to bother us, so let's check in.

They got to the front desk to check in. As soon as Sick Chris was about to ring the bell, a creepy clock guy popped out of nowhere.

???: (creepy cartoon-ish voice) WHY HELLO THERE!

ALL: AH!

???: I'm KALVIN THE DOORMAN, WELCOME TO SNOWDIN HOTEL~!

Everyone looked at the creepy man, he had a clock for a head, wears a tophot, and he looked like one of those cartoon ghost. He had a creepy smile on his face. Everyone was creeped out of the guy.

Sick Chris: U-Uhhh Hi, we would....like to stay for the night because our car got stuck in a pile of snow.

Sick GF: Which you caused.

Sick Chris: *whisper* Shut.up!, Anyways we would like a room for 9 people please.

Kalvin: Ah yes, But unfortunately we only have one three bed and four two bedrooms only so you guys are gonna have to get separate rooms.

Sick GF: WHAT?!

Yuki: That's bullshit!

Sick Chris: *sigh* fine, let's just go with the three bed and four two bedrooms.

ALL: *complaining*

Sick Chris: Come on guys, it's either this or we spend the night inside the car.

They all thought about it, they knew it was cold outside and there was no comfortable seats inside the car. So they have no choice but to agree to get the rooms.

Freundin: Ok....

David: Fine....

Sick Chris: That's the spirit!, *To Kalvin* We'll take it!

Kalvin: Alright, Take the elevator to your rooms over there.

Sick Chris: And Can you clear the snow off our car, it's stuck.

Kalvin: Will do!

Sick Chris: Ok thanks, Come on guys.

They all followed Sick Chris to the elevator.

Kalvin: Wait, Don't forget your keys for your rooms! *throws the room keys at them*

All: OW!

Sick GF: What the hell man?!😡

Sick PonyCentral: Your suppose to hand us the keys, not throw them at us!😡

Bubble Soda: I missed mine.

Yuki: Yeah! What the fuck, dude?!😡

Kalvin: That's how I give guest their room keys~😋

David: Bruh! What kind of Doorman gives people room keys like that?!😡

Kalvin: Enjoy your stay!

Sick GF: You stupid son of a-*cuts off from elevator doors closing*

1 minute later, They made to where the rooms are.

Sick PonyCentral: Ok so who has a room?

Sick Chris: Let's check our keys.

Room 101: Three bedroom: Sick Chris, Sick PonyCentral and Bubble Soda.

Room 102: Two Bedroom: Sick Girlfriend and Sick Boyfriend

Room 103: Two Bedroom: Freundin.XML and David Flu

Room 104:Two Bedroom: Nick Files and Naughty PonyCentral

Room 105: Two Bedroom: Yuki Braham and Nan Pengyou

Sick GF: WHAT?! I Have to share with Sick Boyfriend?! 😡

Sick Chris: Yep.

Sick BF: Great.....😑

Sick Chris: Welp, *pats Sick BF and Sick GF on the shoulder* Have fun, you two.😊

Sick BF & Sick GF: ....

Everyone but Sick Boyfriend and Sick Girlfriend went into their rooms. The two were glaring at each other.

Sick GF: This is stupid, I can't believe I have to be stuck with you.

Sick BF: Hey, you think i wanted to share a room with you?!

Sick GF: You-

They both stopped arguing and looked at the hallway where a tall creepy man is staring at them with a creepy smile on his face.

Sick BF: 😨

???: Hey~

Sick BF: O-Oh god.....

Sick GF: Get inside! Get inside! GET YOUR A$$ INSIDE!!!!!😫*pushes Sick Boyfriend and herself into their room and closed the door*

Meanwhile in Room 101:

Sick PonyCentral: Ah~ I feel so warm and relaxed.

Bubble Soda: Yeah, But Are you sure pairing my half-brother and his ex-girlfriend together in the same room was a good idea?

Sick Chris: Don't worry guys, I wanna what i'm doing, plus I'm gonna add some flair into it.

Sick Chris showed Sick PonyCentral and Bubble soda a room key from his pocket.

Sick Chris: Ta-da!

Sick PonyCentral: You stole their room key?!😱

Sick Chris: Yep. And Lock the door using my magic!

Bubble Soda: Dude, Even if it's funny, Not cool.😑

Sick Chris: It's the only way for them to get along.😏

Sick PonyCentral: Oh boy, You know they're gonna kill you right?

Sick Chris: I know but it's worth it.

Sick PC & Bubble Soda: *sigh* 😔

Meanwhile with Sick Boyfriend and Sick Girlfriend:

Sick Boyfriend was using his phone while waiting for Sick Girlfriend.

Sick GF: *sigh*

Sick BF: You done?

Sick GF: Yeah, I had to wait for you to finish in there.

Sick BF: Hey, It's your fault for letting me go first to the bathroom.

Sick GF: *groans* Whatever.

*Sick Girlfriend grabs her pillow and her blanket from the bed*

Sick BF: Huh? Uh what are you doing?

Sick GF: I'm sleeping on the floor.

Sick BF: Uh why not on the bed?

Sick GF: I'm not sharing a bed with you! You move too much!*My AU*😡

Sick BF: What?! I never move a lot in my sleep!😡

Sick GF: Yes you do! Remember when Penelope invited you and Drugfriend into our house for a sleepover and I was forced to sleep with you? You move a lot and you pushed me off the bed!😡

Sick BF: WHAT?! I never did that!😡

Sick GF: Yes you did!😡

Sick BF: NO I didn't!😡

Sick GF: You know what, Forget it, I'm sleeping in the lobby!

Sick BF: Uh Are you sure you wanna sleep outside lobby, the lobby gets colder at nighttime and plus that creepy doorman is there.

Sick GF: I don't care, It's better than Sharing a bed with you!😡

Sick BF: Okay fine, Go and spend the night in the lobby. Don't say I didn't warn you when you freeze to death or get molested by that Doorman.

Sick GF: Whatever. *turns the doorknob and tries to open it but it wouldn't open*

Sick GF: *mind* What the what?!*Tries to open the door but it won't budge*

Sick BF: What's wrong, you can't open the door?🤨

Sick GF: I can't get it open!

Sick BF: You're probably turning the doorknob wrong. Even I would know that.

Sick GF: No, I'm not joking I can't get it open! Did you lock the door when we got inside?

Sick BF: No, I didn't.

Sick GF: And I didn't lock it either, so It won't open!

Sick BF: Hold on, Let me try!

Sick Boyfriend got off the bed and head to the door.

Sick BF: Move aside.

Sick Girlfriend moved aside and Sick Boyfriend tried to open the door but it still wouldn't open.

Sick BF: What is wrong with this door! Open!😡

Sick GF: Try pulling the door!

Sick BF: I'm trying to!

Sick Boyfriend tried pulling the door but it still won't open, then Sick Boyfriend realized that the door was locked from the outside.

Sick BF:*mind* Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no!

Sick GF: Well?

Sick BF: *mind* No no no no no no NO!

Sick GF: Dude, What's wrong?

Sick Boyfriend looked at Sick Girlfriend with a terrified look on his face.

Sick BF: *mumbling* It's locked....

Sick GF: What?

Sick BF: IT'S LOCKED!

Sick GF: HOW?! IT WASN'T LOCKED WHEN WE GOT INSIDE!

Sick BF: Oh no, It's worse than I thought....

Sick GF: We're locked in...

Sick BF: HEY! *bangs the door* HELLO, WE'RE LOCKED IN!!!!

Sick GF: No you don't mean...

Sick BF: *turned to Sick Girlfriend* WE'RE TRAPPED IN HERE!!!!!

Sick GF: *mind* Ah piss....

Sick GF & Sick BF: * Shouting for help while trying to open the door*

Meanwhile in Room 101:

Sick Chris: It's starting~

Sick PonyCentral: I have a bad feeling about this....

Sick Chris: Oh come on, it can't be that bad.

Bubble Soda:*putting his ear on the wall hearing the commotion next door* They are literally begging for help in there.*

Sick Chris: Ah, They'll be fine.

Sick PonyCentral: Are you watching them on your tablet?!

Sick Chris: Yep, I put a camera in their room without them noticing so now i can watch them to see if they are getting along.

Sick PonyCentral: Dude. That's just wrong.....I wanna watch😊

Bubble Soda: Me too!

The tablet was showing Sick Boyfriend panicking and Sick Girlfriend trying to break the door open.

Sick BF: *screaming* We're trapped in here! (x6)

Sick GF: Let us out off here! *Banging on the door*

Sick PonyCentral: Damn, They're gonna lose it.

Sick Chris: Eh, They'll be fine.

Bubble Soda: I bet you $50, They'll start trying to kill each other.

Sick PonyCentral: I bet you $100, They'll go crazy.

Bubble Soda: Deal.

Sick Chris: You two are something else, I swear.

Meanwhile with Sick Boyfriend and Sick Girlfriend:

Sick BF: *curled up into a ball of paranoia* *whimpering*

Sick GF: *got tired from screaming and banging on the door for help*

Sick BF: Oh this is bad! How do we get out of here!😫

Sick GF: I don’t know, I tried banging on the door, screaming for help, nothing.

Sick BF: Have you tried opening the window?

Sick GF: *looked at the window, it was snowing outside* Awww hell no! I’m not opening the window!

Sick BF: Yeah, you’re right.

It all went quiet, the two started to get bored.

Sick BF: *sigh*

Sick GF: *sighs and pulls out a red notebook and a pen* If anyone reads this, when you find my body, please burry me away from Sick Boyfriend!😩

Sick BF: Dude, it’s been 2 minutes….

Sick GF: Hmmmm😡*turns to the other way* If I die, please take good care of Penelope and my dog: Royale, he can’t take care of himself😩

Sick BF: Hm? 🤨

Sick Boyfriend went to Sick Girlfriend and peeked at what she’s doing.

Sick BF: Woah, you’ve been writing in that notebook all day, seems to me that you have a sensitive side after all~😏

Sick GF: Huh?! N-No I’m not sensitive!

Sick BF: Yes, you are! Even one time Penelope told me you like stuffed animals, You were flustered when she said.

Sick Girlfriend blushed with embarrassment.

Sick BF: *mind* Hehehe Got you!😏

Sick GF: W-Wha-a-a😳....NO I DON'T!😡

Sick BF: Admit it, You have a sensitive side.

Sick GF: N-No I don't!

Sick BF: Yes you do!

Sick GF: No I don't!

Sick BF: I won't sleep until you admit it!

Sick GF: Ok fine, *mumbling* Yes i do....

Sick BF: What was that? I can't hear you.

Sick GF: OK I HAVE A SENSTIVE SIDE, THERE ARE YOU HAPPY?!

Sick BF: Very. 😊

Sick GF: Ugh! Forget it, I'm staying on my side and you stay on your side!

Sick BF: Fine by me.

With Bubble Soda, Sick PonyCentral and Sick Chris:

Sick PonyCentral: Damn, I didn't Sick Girlfriend has a senstive side.

Bubble Soda: More likely became a tsundere.

Sick Chris: Well she may act like a tough bitch but she has a soft side when it comes to the people she cares about and she just doesn't show it.

Sick Chris was chilling on the bed while reading his comic book, while talking to Bubble Soda and Sick PonyCentral.

2 minutes later with Sick Boyfriend and Sick Girlfriend...

Sick Girlfriend was just looking inside the mini-fridge while Sick Boyfriend was using his phone on the bed.

Sick BF: What are you doing?

Sick GF: I'm looking for something to drink, I'm thirsty!

Sick BF: Okay then.

Sick GF: *mind* Ugh! I'm so thirsty, I gotta find something to drink! Huh? What's this?

Sick Girlfriend pulled out a bottle of beer out of the mini-fridge, she was concerned about how there's beer in the fridge.

Sick GF: *mind*Beer, huh? It's been a while since I drank beer, I had to be sober for a while because i ended up vomiting a lot. No, I won't drink it, But i'm so thirsty....Ah screw it, I'm drinking it!

Sick Girlfriend opened the bottle and started drinking it. Sick Boyfriend noticed that Sick Girlfriend was drinking something and was concerned what it was.

Sick BF: Hey, what are you drink?

Sick GF: I'm drinking beer.

Sick BF: I thought you quit drinking?

Sick GF: Well I'm thirsty and this was the only drink I could find, *drinks the beer*

Sick BF: You know you're gonna get drunk and throw up, right?

Sick GF: Nope. and why are telling me this? You drink beer too.

Sick BF: I used to but I stopped because I don't wanna get too drunk and I don't wanna corrupt my lungs.

Sick GF: You sure?

Sick BF: I'm sure, I don't wanna drink beer!

Sick GF: Okay, I guess your too chicken to drink alcohol anyways~😏

Sick Boyfriend was shocked when he heard Sick Girlfriend say that.

Sick BF: What did you just say?

Sick GF: I said your too chicken to drink beer.

Sick BF: I'M NOT A CHICKEN!

Sick GF: *grins* Prove it then *gives Sick Boyfriend a bottle of beer*I want you to drink the whole thing, no stopping.

Sick BF: The whole bottle?! B-But I'll get Sick if I drink the whole thing!

Sick GF: *mimicking a chicken to tease Sick Boyfriend*

Sick BF: Grrrr ALRIGHT FINE! I'll SHOW YOU! *drinks the whole thing from the bottle*

Sick Girlfriend was surprised that Sick Boyfriend had drank a whole bottle of beer.

Sick BF: Ah~ There! I drank the whole thing!

Sick GF: Wow! I didn't expect you to finish the whole bottle.

Sick BF: Yeah! I did it, so what'cha gonna say about me now, huh?

Sick Girlfriend then pulls out another bottle of beer.

Sick GF: Well I'm done drinking so you can drink the rest of the bottles in the fridge, I'm going to bed.

Sick BF: I bet you can't drink 3 bottles of beer.

Sick Girlfriend stopped and turned to Sick Boyfriend with a shocked face.

Sick GF: Are you challenging me?

Sick BF: No, I'm just saying you can't drink all 3 beers without passing out.

Sick GF: *mind* That little....He's challenging me!

Sick Girlfriend sat back down on the floor and snatched the bottle off of Sick Boyfriend's hand.

Sick GF: Alright, bet. First one to pass out, loses.

Sick BF: You're on!

So they started a drinking contest to see who passes out first. They drank up to their tenth bottle.

With the trio:

Sick PonyCentral: Uhhhh…..

Bubble Soda: Did they have a drinking contest and they both drank 5 bottles in two seconds?!

Sick PonyCentral: I think they did…..

Bubble Soda: I’m so speechless right now…

Sick PonyCentral: Me too, Sick Chris what do you think?

Sick Chris: *snore* Sick PonyCentral: 😐

Bubble Soda: Did he just?

Sick PonyCentral: Fell asleep? Yes, Yes he did.

Meanwhile…. 3 minutes later: They were drunk as hell but they still was up.

Sick GF: *hic* Just give up! I'm *hic* gonna win!

Sick BF: *hic* In your dreams, I didn't pass out *hic* You’re almost close to passing out!

Sick GF: Ah, Bullshit! I’m probably *hic* fine! And look, I’m totally sober! Ah! *fell down* Ow…

Sick BF: *giggle drunkily*

Sick GF: Y-You *hic* think that’s funny?!

Sick BF: *drunk* Uh-Huh! You look ridiculous when you fell down!

Sick GF: *drunk* Oh really? Well *hic* How ridiculous is it?!

Sick Girlfriend got on to Sick Boyfriend, lifted his shirt and started to tickle him.

Sick GF: Tickle, Tickle, *hic*, Tickle

Sick BF: PFffffffHAHAHHAHA! No! HAHAHAHAH! *hic* S-STAP! HAHAHA! Not *hic* there! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sick GF: Then *hic* take it back!

Sick BF: *hic* Hahaha , Never! In fact, Tickle attack! *tickles Sick Girlfriend's feet*

Sick GF: Pffff-Hahaha, No! Not my f-feee-hahahaha!

Sick BF: Ha *hic* How do you *hic* like that! *hic* Huh!

Sick GF: S-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, *hic* I Can’t take it, HAHAHAHA!

Everyone could hear those two laughing in there.

Yuki: Oh my god, can these two be quiet in there?!😡

Nan P: What are they doing in there?!

Freundin: *mind* Ugh! I’m trying to sleep but those two are loud!

David: *covering his ears with the pillow, mind*Bro! My cousin and Sick Girlfriend are being too loud in there!

Nick: *Banging on the wall* Hey! Keep it down in there! 😡

Naughty PonyCentral: Yeah! We’re trying to sleep! 😡

With Sick BF and Sick GF:

Sick BF: *hic* Hehehe, Now how’s does that feel from being tickled- *gulp* Oh god.

Sick GF: What?

Sick BF: *hic* I think I’m gonna-*retching*

Sick Boyfriend accidentally puked on Sick Girlfriend’s foot.

Sick BF: S-Sorry *hic*

Sick GF: Oh it’s *hic* fine! I *gulp* oh crap, now I’m gonna *retching*

Sick BF: Uh oh… I think we drank too much, oh god!

Sick GF: Gee, ya think? *hic* Man….

Sick BF and Sick GF looked at each other.

Sick BF: the drinking game was fun, huh?

Sick GF: Yeah, it was good.

Sick BF: I’m glad, we had *hic* this game!

Sick GF: Yeah, especially when we didn’t *hic* pass out! That was fun! Say, wanna hug?

Sick BF: Yeah!

Sick Boyfriend and Sick Girlfriend both hugged each other.

With Sick Chris, Sick PonyCentral and Bubble Soda:

Sick PonyCentral: Woah! I can’t believe it!

Sick Chris: See, I told you guys they would get along😉

Bubble Soda: Yeah but they’re were drunk😕

Sick PonyCentral: Oh right, forgot about that.

Sick Chris: Ehhhh….it will still count😋

Bubble Soda: And now they are going on the bed cuddling each other and fell asleep.

Sick PonyCentral: Awwww that’s cute!

Bubble Soda: They’re gonna kill you, the next day right?

Sick Chris: Yeah, I know😭

The next day:

Sick BF:zzzzzz*turns to the other side of the bed* hmmm? *mind* oh it’s just Sick Girlfriend..

Sick GF: *mind* It’s just Sick Boyfriend…

Sick GF: 😳

Sick BF: 😳

Sick BF & Sick GF: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Everyone came out of there room to see where the screaming was coming from.

Freundin: Sick Boyfriend! Sick Girlfriend! What’s going on?!

Nick: What’s going in there?!

David: oh god, my cousin and Sick Girlfriend are in danger!

Sick Chris: Guys, what happened- Uh oh, they woke up!

Naughty PonyCentral: I think they’re in danger!

Bubble Soda: I don’t think they’re in danger….

Yuki: *yawn* what’s going on?

Nan P: We heard screaming from their room, what happened?!

Sick Chris: Don’t worry, I got it! *takes out the room key and unlocks the door* Okay, I’ll deactivate the force field now.

Sick Chris opened the door. Everyone was dumbfounded to see Sick Boyfriend and Sick Girlfriend freaking out at each other.

Sick BF: HOW DID GET CLOSE TO ME?!

Sick GF: THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU WERE HUGGING ME!!!

Sick BF & Sick GF: *arguing*

Sick PonyCentral: *mind* and they’re back to arguing with each other😑

Bubble Soda: *mind* Welp, it was fine while it lasted

Sick Chris: Hey! Hey! Hey! HEY!!!!!Guys, enough!

Sick BF: Hmph!

Sick GF: Hmph!

Sick Chris: Damn it, I knew trapped you guys in there, stealing your room key was a bad idea. Sick Chris realized what he had done and covered his mouth.

Sick GF: You did…..WHAT?!😡

Sick Chris: *mind* oh shit, I fucked up!

Sick BF: Wait, you were the one who stole our room key and locked us in here?! Why would you do that?! 😡

Sick Chris: Now Now Now guys, l-let’s not get too violent..,I only d-did that because it was the best way for you two to get along, hehehe😅

Sick Girlfriend looked like she wanted to kill Sick Chris as her face turned red with anger.

Sick GF: YOU!😡

Sick Chris: Hehehe, Please don’t kill me😫

Sick BF: *sigh* Sick Girlfriend, don’t kill him, I know what he did was wrong but I’m sure he didn’t mean it.😑

Sick GF: *glares at Sick Chris* *Sigh* okay, I won’t kill him.

Sick BF: Good girl😊

Sick GF: Mmmmmm! You’re lucky, I spared you Bro but next time you do this, I’ll chop your balls off, GOT IT?!😡

Sick Chris: *gulp* Yep, noted

Freundin: Wait, how did you guys get locked in your room?

Sick GF: My dumbass brother took our key and locked us in!

Naughty PonyCentral: Damn, that’s cold.

David: Yeah, not cool dude!

Sick Chris: I Know, I know, *sigh* let’s get dressed and head to the lobby.

The others nodded.

After they got dressed and head to the elevator, and when they got out:

Sick GF: Mmmmmm!

Sick Chris: Oh come on you two, are you still mad at me for the prank I did?

Sick GF: Hmph!

Sick BF: Yes! We are! You locked us in and stole our key! 😡

Bubble Soda: He also put a camera and watched you guys on his tablet😊

Sick BF & Sick GF: WHAT?!

Sick Chris: Bubble soda!!!!😫

Bubble Soda: Oops, I shouldn’t have said that, didn’t I? My bad.

Sick Chris: Seriously, Bubble Soda?!

Sick GF: Sick Chris, once this whole thing is over, I’m going to kick your a$$!!

Sick Chris: Eep!

Sick BF: *sigh*

Kalvin: HI THERE!

All: AH!

Kalvin: I SEE YOUR CHECKING OUT!

Sick Chris: Y-Yeah, we’re here to check out the hotel. Jesus!

Kalvin: Oh did I surprise you guys?

Nick: YES, YOU DID!

David: YOU NEARLY GAVE US A HEART ATTACK!

Yuki: DUDE, QUIT DOING THAT! 😡

Kalvin: Sorry, oh by the way, I cleared the snow and fixed the engine in your car so you guys can go now😊

Sick Chris: Thank you

Sick BF: *mind* oh god, I think I almost peed myself.

Nick: Thank god, we’re out of this place, let’s go.

The others went to the car and started driving back to their journey.

Meanwhile with Drugfriend and Penelope, the two were still captured and locked in a cell.

Penelope: *sigh*

Drugfriend: Man, now what?

Penelope: Hmmm, I don’t know, I feel like nobody is coming for us.

Drugfriend: We might as well give up😔

Penelope: *sigh* Hmm?

Penelope spotted a red teal phone on the table side where the guard is.

Penelope: *gasp* *mind* Drugfriend’s phone.

Guard: Hey, I’m going to the restroom you two, don’t try to escape got it?!😡

Drugfriend: Yeah, Yeah we know.

Penelope: Uh huh!

Guard: Good.

The guard left to the bathroom, now Penelope had an idea.

Penelope: Psst, Drugfriend look!

Drugfriend: Huh?

Penelope pointed at the phone on the table side. Drugfriend was surprised to see the phone.

Drugfriend: *gasp* My phone! There’s still hope, we have to get it.

Penelope: I can get it, I can reach for the phone.

Drugfriend: Okay, but hurry!

Penelope: Okay!

Penelope went to reach for the phone, she tried to get it through the bars. Finally she grabbed the phone.

Penelope: I got it! *hands the phone to Drugfriend*

Drugfriend: Yes! Now we have a chance, uh oh!

Penelope: What?

Drugfriend: My phone is on 5%!

Penelope: Quick, use this chance to call one of our friends or the police!

Drugfriend: Got it!

Drugfriend used his chance to call one of his friends, but he had to hurry.

Drugfriend: Come on, Come on, Come on Pick up!

Sick PonyCentral: Hello?

Drugfriend: Sick PonyCentral!

Sick PonyCentral: Drugfriend! Guys it’s Drugfriend!

Sick BF: *gasp* Drugfriend! Hand me the phone, now!

Sick PonyCentral hands the phone to Sick Boyfriend.

Sick BF: Drugfriend! Are you and Penelope okay?!

Drugfriend: Yeah, we’re okay!

Sick BF: Oh thank god, where are you guys located?

Drugfriend: We’re located at the abandoned warehouse!

Sick BF: Abandoned warehouse? Which one, there’s like 10 warehouses in Parodies town!!!

Drugfriend: We’re at the one with-

Suddenly the call got disconnected.

Sick BF: Hello?! Hello?! Drugfriend?!

Sick GF: What happened?

Sick BF: *tears up again* the call got disconnected! *bursts into tears*

Bubble Soda: Awww there there, bro it’s okay….

With Drugfriend and Penelope:

Drugfriend: Hello?! Sick Boyfriend?! Sick Boyfriend?!

Penelope: Drugfriend, what happened?!

Drugfriend: The call got disconnected!

Penelope: What?! Why?!

Drugfriend looked at his phone and tried to turn it on. But it was too late, the battery was dead.

Drugfriend: Penny, my phone died, it was on 1%

Penelope: Awwww man😫

Drugfriend: Well this is great! Now we’re screwed!

Penelope: Yeah but you told them about the location we’re at right?

Drugfriend: Yeah but I only told them the building we’re in, not the number of it!

Penelope: We’ll let’s hope they find us.

Drugfriend: *sigh* Yeah….

To be continued in Chapter 8….

[star-star-fall-inlove]

The boy in my dreams

3-31-23

Dear Dairy, Last night I had a strange dream and the day before and the day before before! Like it was reallyyyy strange! I met this hot af boy and he told me I was so cutee and I shouldn't cry over a deadbeat boyfriend! Like like he was just so cutee! He complimented me a Lott heeeegsoasbsjsh I'm red again...I shouldn't write this in pen...Oh! About that boyfrie Ex, he was a huge ass and thanks the boy in my dreams, I was able to see my worth and gather the courage to break up with him! I'm so glad I no longer have to deal with his shit. But like...the boy in my dreams was really nice and cute...what was his name again? Sae? Yeah that's it!! I hope I get to see him again

Summary: You dream about this guy who slowly starts to build up your confidence and you seem to slowly start to fall for him. But one day he disappeared and you never dreamed of him again. Haha silly right? Falling for a boy in your dreams that isn't real...or even feeling said when you don't see him again...or so you thought

Sae Itoshi X Reader

Content: Fluff, romance, comedy and a little angst

Author's note: This is based of a dream I had! So pretty much this boy boosted my confidence in way and I like fr felt romantic feelings towards him like he was really my dream boy. I'll definitely start writing this soo look forward to it plss

Chapter 1