#i dont know anything im sorr y

[eldrith]

HIYAA! It’s me, the new tumblr acc person who asked u abt the text thing on ur own intro post, and i was wanting to ask for some tips on writing?

Ok so hold on let me compliment u first cuz u are actually so amazing!!! i’ve been following ur stuff for a while now (not rlly, since like summer 24 but shh) and honestly ur writing is so stunning and beaand breathtaking and legit made me pull up the dictionary like every two seconds (mostly cuz eng isnt my first language), like if shakespear himself was reborn to this time and age i’m convived he was born as u, cuz ur talent is INSANE?? like AAAAAAAAAAAA

anyway now that i got that out of my system (not rlly, i could write an entire essay on how beautiful and amazing ur writing is) i was hoping to ask for tips on writing? like general stuff yk? also i heard that its good to have a few drafts ready for when u start posting so it wont take long to get content out?

ughh srry for the ramble im stressing😭 also i kinda giggled when u said my blog will def be cute cuz the aesthetic it has rn………. 😀 its far from cute lol😭 i still think its pretty :3

hi cutie! sorry it took me a moment to answer this i've been so busy!!

first of STOP IT bc youre so sweet (& if you've been following me since summer '24 then you've been here the whole time bc i made this account in july!!! <3) the dictionary part ahahaha i get it!!! you're so kind to say such things i appreciate you & im so happy you like my writing!!

dw about rambling i literally don’t stop taking ever. & i believe you that ur blog is SO cute!!!!

i would be happy to share some tips ! i obviously am not the best source bc im not a professional writer and to each their own – but here's a (very long im sorry) list of what i recommend:

in terms of tumblr,

having a 'backlog' of fics in your arsenal is a great thing. i think even a plethora of diferent wips can be a great thing too (there's 11 unfinished wips in my folder rn that may not see the light of day), even if you're a slow writer (like me). that being said, it doesn't have to be that way — sometimes i post things right after finishing them just bc i want to share it!!!

along that vein, i know a lot of my moots here have schedules or structuring to posts. alerting their followers or posting teasers before (i do like to do this often), or scheduling fics to be posted on a certain day/time. i think this is wonderful; though i haven't been able to keep myself to such a routine, and literally just let things rip whenever.

time zone reblogging is a good way to ensure any readers around da globe see your fic! you can figure out some of the main time zones and schedule reblogs of your fics for those times. i sometimes do this too!

create your post draft w/ title/headers/warnings & tags etc beforehand bc it is SUCH a drag to do when you’re about to post a fic!!!

again, people are for the most part very kind here; don't feel like you have to be churning out fics just to keep people's attention. your writing will be wonderful & they will (they WILL. or else i will Get Them) be grateful that you chose to share it!!

in terms of general writing, i actually have so many thoughts on writing and preferences, but i dont want to be insane on main so here's just a few things off the dome—

love your story!! i think people's best works are when they become deeply invested with their own plot/characters. it's why i chose to leave certain characters, because i was no longer loving/enjoying my stories.

withhold information from your readers. i am a huge believer in the theory of omission. this seems to be a bit controversial on here; but i personally am in support of Hemingway's iceberg theory. overwhelming readers with information is boring. let them use their imagination to keep them & yourself from getting burnt out, & allow them to see what they'd like to within those gaps.

write first & edit later. this is something that took me a while to get into the habit of bc i always feel the need to fix things immediately. but it helps the writing process to get out your thoughts and structure first, then fine-comb it after. it saves energy & time!!!

especially in longer fics, avoid logical fallacy — ie., arguments that do not have adequate support. if your characters are fighting and it is for a reason that is not believable (same with a larger scale, like war), then it isn't as realistic nor entertaining to read!!! (i could elaborate but i could write so much on all of this HAH)

USE THE FIVE SENSES. all of them. they are your friend for creating imagery and i use them all the time. this also helps to avoid white room syndrome.

speaking of imagery: make use of both literal and figurative.

literal — obvious & realistic description of anything. ex; describing how black the wings of a raven are. simple& makes a huge difference in world building. figurative — my favorite; words and descriptions that imply certain ideas & need to be interpreted. describing how shadows slither around corners; implying distrust or paranoia, thoughts of serpents, etc. (this is where you have to have faith in your readers — perhaps i put too much faith in them sometimes lmao.)

my favorite way to ensure a cohesive work is to always anchor a motif. i always write with a clear recurring element in my works (could be some device, reference of some sort, words/verbal formula) which appears habitually. in every piece ive written there is at least one motif & usually more (i could cite examples but im not going to rn). it’s my favorite way of conveying emotion & importance. it help sets mood — and ties your whole fic together.

George Orwell has written a lot about never using the passive where you can use the active... this is obviously a preference; i have read countless astounding fics here that write in the passive, but i personally find myself more engaged in active tense. you’re IN the story, not being told of it.

DO NOT USE AI BOTS TO HELP GENERATE YOUR WRITING. ai is incredibly harmful to art; i understand folks who have english not as their native language attempt to use bots to 'polish' their writing, although it is so incredibly obvious when it is used — because computers use patterns. AI CANNOT CREATE, it can only replicate. it can only steal. they use repetitive words, phrases, and structures; all chat GPT fics read, in one way or another, the same; and have a non-human touch which is ingenuine. writers are beautiful and unique because they are different, because we all have a different relationship with english and writing. i often wonder if my translations come out incorrectly because my mother tongue is not english (however i've spoken it basically all my life, so i acknowledge it is different); though i think the charm in authors is their choice in expression. i hope people are confident with themselves, no matter their perceived skill level. i hope they know a robot will take away their intrinsic skill and natural talent. i hope they know it is incredibly obvious when chat bots are used to generate writing. and i see it in this fandom all the fucking time.

writers on writing; ie., some sources that help me:

ray bradbury on: I’ve kept everything I’ve ever cared about since childhood.' or: why personal experience is integral to writing fiction. (1963)

anaïs nin on how the excess of emotion is essential to writing.

ten rules of writing by nietzsche.

vonnegut/kafka: uncertainty is the crucible of creativity. or: the shapes of stories.

writing morally grey characters (character depth)

donna tartt on the writing process: an interview (must watch!!! shes my god)

okay i am DONE yapping. i hope some of this helps & if u have any comments or questions or anything im happy to hear what u think!!

[4ngels0uls]

My enemy - Matt sturniolo

Dont like? Don’t read.

Summary: Matt sturniolo and y/n have hate each other for basically forever. Nick and Chris hate their bickering, they think y/n and Matt should just date. Y/n and Matt think that’s disgusting till….

Paring: fem!reader + dom!Matt

Warnings: use of y/n, SMUT, cursing, fingering, blowjob, handjob, p in v, a little dirty talk, rough sex, pet names kinda (like.. good girl, and I don’t know SO LOOK FOR YOURSELF.)

A/N: I broke my fucken phone like 2 weeks ago and just got it fixed yesterday 🙈

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Y/ns pov

I’m sleeping over at the triplets house today, cause…..why not? I miss Chris and nick. Definitely not Matt. He’s a total asshole to me, but all sweet and charming in their YouTube videos. Pathetic. I open my phone and text nick. “Hey can I come for a little sleep over today?” I text. Almost immediately I get a text back. “Yeah sure. Just don’t be so fucking annoying with Matt.” He texts with an attitude. I think he’s pissed off.. I text back. “okay, I’ll be there in an hour.” I text. All I get is to be left on opened. Alright…

I grab all my shit for a sleepover. I get in my car and drive to their house. I get to their house but I’m not a fuck ass person to just walk in so I knock. Guess who opens the door. Matthew fucking sturniolo. “great.” He says. Asshole. He walks upstairs just leaving the door open for me to come in. I walk inside and take my shoes off and go and put all my shit in nicks room.

I walk into nicks room. Nobody.. what the fuck? I question. I put all my shit down and walk over to the couch where Matt is sitting. “where’s nick and Chris?” I ask. He looks up at me and sighs. “They’re out getting a bunch of shit for the store for a YouTube video.” he answers. “How long have they been gone?” I ask, considering nicks phone is right by Matt. “Like 2 hours, an hour ago?” He tells. huh? I texted nick 30 minutes ago and they have been gone for apparently 2 hours? Weird.

I sit on the couch, about 2 cushions away from him. “what the fuck are you watching?” I ask while confused. “Some random ass documentary, I’m not even watching it. What’s with all the questions?” He asks with an attitude. “I was just asking.” I tell. He gives me and weird look then goes back to his phone. I lay down and curl into a ball on the couch.

He glares at me and looks at me confused. “Why are you laying like that?” He asks me. “I don’t know, I’m comfortable..”I answer. He gives me a shrug and goes back to his phone. I pull my phone out of my pocket and go on it. I go thru my camera roll and find a sex tape of me for a while back, with my 2nd ever boyfriend. I forget my phone is on full volume. I click on the video and it blasts moans, the sound of me and his body’s slapping together.

My eyes go wide and I turn my phone off and Matt looks at me with wide eyes. “what the fuck were you watching…?” He questions. “nothing…” I say out of embarrassment.

End of y/ns pov

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Matt’s pov

I hear y/ns phone blasting a sex tape of… sounds like her…? “what the fuck were you watching…?” I ask her. “Nothing.” She says almost immediately with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. We go quiet for a while, while I have a big ass tint in my pants from my dick… it’s bad from the last couple times this has happened. I let out a slight groan for only me to be able to hear.

God this fucking hurts. But I can do it here or get up cause she’ll think I’m fucking disgusting. Which it is…. She rolls over and looks down and sees my bulge thru my pants…

End of Matt’s pov

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Y/ns pov

I look down at Matt’s pants and see he has the biggest boner ever.. “fuck… I’m sorry y/n. Im really fucking sorr-“ I shut him up by smashing my lips into his. I climb onto his lap, feeling his boner on my legs. He pulls away. “Please y/n..” he groans out. I know exactly what he wants. “Please what?” I tease him. “Use your mouth or anything..” he continues. I get off him and get on my knees in front of him.

I undo his belt and slide his pants down along with his underwear. His dick springs out, slapping his stomach. I grab his dick and kitty lick his tip. He groans to the feeling. I go down and start bobbing my head. He’s a moaning mess at this point. “F-fuck y/n..” he groans out. I let out a little groan to him moaning my name, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“P-please..” he begs me for more. I look up at him and smirk. He makes a makeshift ponytail with his hands for my hair. Matt pushes my head down a bit, making me gag a little. “Oh fuck y/n..” he groans again. I start pushing my head a bit more down, making me gag more.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum!…” he moans but also yells out. I bob my head on e last time and he shoots his warm load down my throat. “g-good girl…” he whimpers. I smile at the nickname. He grabs me and picks me up and walks to his room to continue. He lays me down on his bed and closes and locks the door even though no one’s home.

He crawls up towards me. He hovers above me. He kisses me all around my neck. I lift my head up for him to be able to kiss my neck more. He kisses all over till he finds my sweet spot. He sucks and licks my pure skin. He leaves a big purple hickey that’s very noticeable. No one will know.. right? He slides his fingers down to my aching core. Sliding my pants down along with my underwear. He starts pulling my shirt up revealing my purple lace bra. He smirks when he sees my bra. “Cute bra…” he smiles. I blush from his compliment. He slides his fingers along my curves.

He gets down to my core, slowly rubbing my clit. I let out a very soft moan. I kiss his soft lips as he fingers my core. He shoves his two fingers, the middle and ring, right into my core, I let out a moan making him groan. I kiss him deeply as he kisses me back.

He pumps his fingers in and out of me making me whimper every time he pumps his fingers. F-fuck Matt…” I moan. I bury my face into his neck. He pumps fingers in and out of me faster making me and whimpering and moaning mess.

“Sh-shittt” I moan. “M’ close!” I yell out. He pumps his fingers about three more times, hitting my g spot each time. “Fuck! Please! Matt!” I scream out. I release all over his two fingers. He pulls out his fingers. He licks off all of my release off his fingers. “mm you taste good.” He tells me while smirking.

He gets on top of me again. He kisses me on my neck. “All fours, ass up.” Matt says with a controlling tone. “Hmugh please…” I moan out. He lines himself up between my wet folds. “P-please don’t tease Matt.” I whimper out. “Be patient.” He tells. I nod my head and he slides him self in. I let out a moan as he burys his length into my core.

“so tight.” He whispers out. He thrusts his hips at a fast pace, his hips smacking into mine making an echo in the room. “Fuck…” he groans. “Mhughm fuck! Matt!” I moan loudly. He groans from me moaning his name. He pounds into me like theirs no tomorrow. I make a little noise every time his skin slaps mine. “are my good girl!?” He yells out at me. “Y-yes!” I yell back. He shoves himself deeper. I moan louder, my eyes going to the back of my head. He smacks my ass, making an echo sound around the room. I bury my face into the pillow. F-fuck..y/n.” he groans softly.

He pounds me till I yell out “fuck I need… fuck! I need to cum!” I yell out. “just wait.” He dominants. “W-what?..” i whimper. “just wait.” He says. He pounds me a couple for times till the point where now I’m feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated. “M-Matt please!” I yell. “be a good girl and cum all on my dick.”

He finally tells me. I feel the knot snap in my stomach. I release all over his dick. I feel his dick twitch inside of me. “F-fuckk!!..y/n!” He moans loudly. Digging his nails into my hips while shooting his hot load into my cunt. Painting my spongey walls white.

He pulls out and claps beside me. “damn.. didn’t think you were that good.” He tells. “Me either..” I agree with him. We hear the front door open and hear yelling. “Matt! Wer- what the..? Y/n!?” Chris yells from the front door. I look at Matt. He looks back at me. He starts getting up but kisses my lips. He finishes putting his clothes on. He winks and leaves and closes the door behind him. I just had sex with my enemy.

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IM DYING.

idk I’m bored now🙂

NOW I HAVE TO GO WRITE MORE😔

BYE.

[kayschariot]

More of 2019 quackity pls 😿

(Community been a little dry so y’all getting a nice wet..juicy, moist, damp, (im out of words) FIRST KISS STORY? Hip hip hooray?

ALSO IK YOU PROLLY MEANT SMUT. but no😘

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requests open

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💗FIRST KISS💗

TW: CRINGE AS HELL NO PROOF READ(RIVER DONT READ THIS SHIT)

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Alex and you have been together for a while and you’ve been over to his house a couple of times. Your relationship is going well and you’re very happy with it. You guys have never done anything worse then small cuddling and hugging and a kiss on the cheek from time to time.

(1st person POV switch)

Why? cause i’m a pussy. I can’t even bare to hold eye contact with him for more then a second i get nervous and scramble my words.

I found myself in his room standing behind him while he finished editing something on his PC. He tapped on me to show me and I giggled a bit at the meme he created. That’s what i liked about him, he’s charming and funny with a good sense of humor. Not to mention handsome as hell.

We started chatting and i sat on his bed and he followed after me. We were getting on a good conversation until a moment of silence came. It wasn’t awkward more comfortably silent, silent in a good way, a quiet way. It felt as if there was something missing.

“Y/N?” Alex said my name, i was spaced out. “Sorry yeah?” I spoke. “I said you look beautiful.” He said and i had a weird feeling in my stomach and felt anxious. “Thanks..thank you.” I said smiling.

“No problem..uh..” Alex scooted closer and it wasn’t hard to notice what he was trying to do. Well..it was hard for me to notice cause i’m a fucking idiot. Is he trying to hug me? Kiss me? we haven’t kissed. what if i’m a bad kisser?

Oh fuck i spaced out again.

“Y/N.” Alex spoke giggling “Sorr-“ i started

“what are you thinking about?” He questioned curiously. “Nothing just-..ah nothing you know?” I lied, obviously im worrying about something obviously it’s all over my face.

Next thing i know he leaned in and gave me a hug, it was different, different to me this time. Felt better..warmer..safer.

I hugged him back and felt a tingle throughout my body. He leaned back slightly just enough to be face to face with me.

Fuck.

“You look pretty.” He said, his jaw tightening a bit unconsciously. He seemed to be observing every part of my face as i tried to remain eye contact. just as i was telling myself to calm down and shit his hands are on my neck, he was shaking and his palms where sweaty but soft. I felt a tingle all through out my body when he laid a hand on me.

it’s like whenever he touched me it was an electric shock in my body. My heart was pounding out of my chest and i felt so many butterflies in my stomach that i felt sick.

both our eyes sparkling at each other. he leaned in slightly closer and seem to had hesitated for one moment.

He looked at me, my face was definitely red. he looked at my lips.

He blinked a couple times before licking his lips, cupping my face and kissing me.

I know he didn’t mean for it to be that aggressive but god damn. Once he realized he became more gentle with it..softer.

after moments of kissing he backed away breathing heavily. I looked into his eyes both of our pupils dilating. “Did you enjoy that?” He breathed out and i’m sure he can tell from the big ass smile on my face and the way i was shaking. I did. asshole just wants me to admit it.

“Yeah..Yeah I did.” I mumbled. he got a cheeky smile on his face and gazed at me. He’d start kissing me more and i’d place a hand on his neck as well. Getting closer to him the air felt more tense.

after some time we broke apart again both to nervous to do anything about this moment that we stared at each other for a while. “I love you.” We said in unison.

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THIS IS THE CRINGIEST SHIT IVE EVER WROTE BRO am i still gang?

[gamblersdoll]

pussydrunk

in which, Gojo, would confess. MDNI- 18+, oral (fem receiving), head squeezing, mean and angry Gojo, whimpering Gojo, fingering, unprotected intercourse, est relationship?? angst, then fluff

Love was a tragic curse, at least thats what Gojo thought. Gojo believed love wasnt needed in a relationship. no, never.

until you and him started dating, you would always talk about the mysteries of love, and gojo would always ignore it. that stupid, yet attractive smirk plastered on his face. you two started dating for a while, going onto five months, and it was starting to get rocky.

fighting with gojo was like fighting with a wall that was freshly built, one that wouldnt be knocked down. youd grow angry, and gojo would just ignore your anger, your own pain. you two were arguing about head, how youd always go down on him and please him. however, the energy was never matched.

"i just dont give head, y/n." he said with a lazy smirk, peering over his damn glasses. "i dont see why its a big deal, we could just not give head." he suggested, knowing itd piss her off.

"or we could stop fucking all together.." she sneered, folding her arms. she looked to her side, not wanting to look at his stupid , yet, attractive face.

this caught his attention, him frowning and forming a pout. "wait jus a minute, we dont have to go that far." he protested, rolling his eyes.

if you had told gojo's younger self, maybe when he was 22, that here he was, between a girls legs and eating her pussy, hed laugh at you.

"fuck.. you taste so fucking good.." he said, legs thrown over his shoulders as you were devoured by him, "cant believe id pass this sloppy pussy up.. you cream so much when i eat you.." you moaned, gripping at the hair on his head. you were so close, you were grinding on his face, begging for his tongue to quicken. "cum, cum f'me, cmon, cmon!" he encouraged, shoving his fingers in your cunny, feeling the way you convulsed, how you spasamed, how you arched your back and then--

the feeling of his face being splashed against, him pulling away to the mess you created.

"...you just squirted on me." he revealed, still realizing your mess, how heavy you breathed, how fucking pretty your pussy looks. you eventually looked at him, his eyes wide, youd think hes angry.

"im sorr-" you attempted to say, before you felt his two thick digits in your pussy grind against your gummy walls.

"yer gunna do it again, until i say so.." he commanded, you didnt have any choice, not when hes pussydrunk.

"what the fuck do you mean, you dont love me??" you questioned, standing infront of him, folding your arms. you were more than pissed, and incredibly hurt.

"when did i ever say that i did??" he chuckled, hands in his pockets- this motherfucker didnt care, it was beyond him. he quite honestly didnt see the reason you cared, he just wanted you to finish dinner already, its been a long day.

"the shit i do for you, that doesnt mean anything..? the fact i basically have to save your ass sometimes???" you pestered, stirring the pot of the stew. you were growing pissed. the violent pissed, the pissed that you worked so hard to tame, the pissed only for special grades or hardass curses.

"oh no it does and i appreciate it, i always show that, i just dont feel love for you, if i did then that would be bad." he shrugged, "hows dinner coming along?"

youre worried about the stability of your relationship, and hes worried about food. what was his fucking problem??

you slammed the pot into the sink, emptying the contents of what once was dinner, you could go a night without your cooking... he couldnt.

"figure it out, im not doing shit for a man who doesnt give a fuck about me." you spat, walking to your shared bedroom, leaving gojo confused.

he didnt care, you can throw your little tantrum.

until, of course, youd change your social media relationship status to "its complicated" instead of "in a relationship." and once gojo got that message, oh how livid he was.

"what the fuck." he spat at you, gripping your arm as he glared into your eyes. the way his blue pierced into your brown, you would almost be scared , but you werent.

"isnt it complicated? you dont love me and we're in a weird position, so its consider complicated." you chuckled, trying to reciprocate the same energy he had just a week ago. what was his problem?

"youre a fucking brat, yknow? you stopped cooking, you stopped looking at me, you stopped everything." he snarled, leaning his face into yours. why did he care? what did you matter. you were just another girl who he dated, who he lived with, who he fucked, who he ate with, who he actually put effort in his appearance, who he actually give a full kiss, who he made love to-

"youre mine, princess- ohoh fuckk.." he groaned, plowing his fat dick into your pussy, his face in the crook of your neck, humping into you, eyes tightly shut. hearing you moan his name, he moaned yours back. "fuck youre so pretty.. my pretty bitch. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..ohmygod fuckkkk..." he whined, hands entwined into yours and spilling into your womb, while he whimpered.. he fucking whimpered, if you didnt cum from then, you surely did now. he wasnt his nonverbal, non noise making self. he let loose for a change, and all it took was for you to take a week trip with collegues.

oh, fuck.

he rolled his eyes hard, sighing while he looked away in defeat, his efforts in not falling in love, failed. just to realize it wasnt the kind of love he felt for geto, wasnt the kind of love at all. and all it took was you to pull away slightly, he put his head on your shoulder, sighing heavily.

"you were right.." he mumbled, holding you tightly. "i.. do love you." he whispered, feeling nervous to say, he couldve costed a good relationship.

"hm." she said, shaking her head and holding him back, "you wan'a kiss?" she asked, she didnt miss the way he perked up. "then say it again, and you can have as many kisses you want." she chuckled.

"love you," he said, trying to kiss her. she dodged it, moving her head to the side , drawing out a groan from his throat. "whaaattt?" he groaned.

"say it right, dont get lazy again." she warned, her own smirk on her face, something he always went feral for, whether she got it from him or he just found it really fucking hot on her face, the way the plump of her lips spread slightly, especially with that damn pina colada lip gloss on-

"i love you, princess. now can i please fucking kiss you?" he almost growled, not waiting for her answer, just smashing his lips against hers.

[cupoftaae]

Can you please do prompts 5 and 12 for Yoongi? Thank you in advance!

Hi lovie! sorry for getting to this a tad bit late! I hope you enjoy -nini

-"well..yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything"

-"i'll wait for you"

x YOONGI

warnings- swearing, cheating, angst, breakup :(

You and yoongi sat in the small booth of your favorite cafe, it was right in the corner and provided the right amount of privacy and great window viewing.

You both had your first date here in this booth when you had met in college, you were both freshman- he saw you and knew he had to have you in any way he could.

So- like any reasonable man, he offered to take you to get coffee and a bagel, and because yoongi is yoongi, you couldnt say no.

A few months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend in that booth, and not too long after that, you both kissed for the first time in that booth.

The torn seating, the uneven table, it wasnt much but to a young couple it symbolized a growing relationship. You had cried, laughed, had small arguments, ate, flirted, you name it- it was all here, in this seat with him.

Today, though, 5 years later, the coffee and bagel meeting was under different circumstances.

It all started with a "I think we need to talk"

You had never expected to hear what you heard come out of yoongis mouth.

"I hooked up with Jen"

You remained still, slowly putting your coffee down as you looked back, your eyes trying to decipher whether he was joking around or not- but the way his gaze stuck to his lap told you everything you needed to know.

He began to speak again, "Im sorr-"

"when was this?" your voice was calm, and steady

He looked up at you, "last weekend"

You nodded, "so...when you went over to jungkook and tae's apartment?"

He slowly nodded

"you told me you guys had work to do"

"we were- we had been working but then jungkooks girlfriend came over and brought jen because they are friends....we all drank....it was a mess....I was leaving, drunk, and jen was there and it just...happened"

His words were choppy as he anxiously picked at his bagel, a slight panic in his eyes once he gained courage to look up at you

Instead of finding anger, he was met with a neutral expression, as if he hadnt done anything at all. To be honest, this scared him more.

You slowly took a breath. You were expecting this, deep down hoping it would never happen, but the men in your life had a way of proving you wrong and failing you at any chance they got- so were you hurt? a bit, but shocked? fuck no.

You nod, feeling your heart twist in pain as you allowed yourself to think for a moment. You simply look up at him and offer a small smile before grabbing your coat and turning to stand up.

"w-wait!" he stood up as well "where are you going?"

You looked up to him, small smile still evident, "well, yoongi, I dont see why i need to be sitting here. Why drag this out?"

His eyes widened "so-...youre breaking up with me?" he whispers, fearful, as his hand still is holding your arm, knowing if he lets go- you leave.

You shrug, trying your best to keep your emotions in. "what else am i supposed to do?"

He rapidly shook his head "well...yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything!"

His voice was panicked

"yoongi..." you softly began, "you brought me out for lunch today....to our spot, to tell me you cheated-"

"it was an accident!"

"that you told me a week after it happened. if you cared I would have been made aware of it right away, or....you know...not have had it happen at all."

He breathes heavily, looking around at the semi empty cafe before eyes turning to you again

"it wasnt anything, it didnt mean anything, baby please-"

"people who love eachother dont hook up with other people, even when they are drunk, yoongi. You are telling me this to clear your guilty conscious, not because you are sorry"

"no baby..please..please no ... no" he tears up and grasps your coat, but you only yank away.

"goodbye yoongi"

"Y/N stop, please"

You look at him for a moment as he tries to collect himself,

"its...its ok...be angry, ill wait for you" he sighs

You shake your head, confused. "yoongi...this isnt about waiting. I am not gonna be cheated on, this hurts me....a lot. And I need to be......away from you."

His heart sunk to his stomach as he watched you turn to leave, regretting not running after you. Was it over just like this?

A small little booth, once filled with a budding romance is now just a signifier of what only crashed and burned...hard.

[geralallfandoms]

|JOEL MILLER|

○ Opportunity or misfortune ○

Joel Miller x female reader.

No use of y/n, In the story it is never said how old they are, be happy and choose the age you want. Before and after the apocalypse. Domestic violence, beatings, hospitals, fights, weapons (?, tlou things. (If there are more warnings I will say them in the corresponding chapter)

His strategy? move.

You moved all the time. As many times as necessary.

It was easy to keep the curious away from what was happening between you two. Keep them away from hitting and screaming.

This time you had gone even further. For some reason Lucas had decided on a house this time, a small house not far from the city but in a fairly small town.

The place was beautiful and quiet, the town needed work so you could try to convince Lucas to let you help with the expenses (and spend as much time as possible away from him.) It could have been a new beginning...a new opportunity...a change.

But the things had never changed and would not change.

You had already given Lucas opportunity after opportunity but he always came back to the same thing. He always returned to hitting, shouting and the threats.

And the story was always the same.

Or that's what you thought.

"Im going to the town... I saw signs that they needed employees in a cafeteria, I can work half a day at least so you won't have to go out as much and you can stay here at home longer..."

You knew it was the only way to convince him. Telling him that this way he could spend more time at home and not telling him that you needed your time or your space, your personal life, like you had told him that time and that it had ended too...badly.

"Of course, baby...but I don't want you too far from here, or away from home every day." He said as he took the car keys and probably went out to sleep with some other woman.

"Yep..." you said trying to smile.

He approached, left a kiss on your cheek and without saying anything left the house. You waited for the car to disappear to grab your things and go out to explore the town.

The people seemed friendly, everyone seemed to know each other. A great advantage of living in a small town and a great opportunity for this curse that followed you for years to finally come to an end.

When you entered the cafeteria, you stood behind a tall, robust man. He had a light brown jacket, construction boots, and jeans stained with dirt. Her head full of messy, uncontrollable curls that seemed to ignore his comands no matter how much gel he put on them.

He was looking at the list of options, carefully choosing the coffee he would have on a cold afternoon like this. When he saw that you were waiting behind him, he turned around and with a half smile on his face he stepped aside and let you pass.

"You advance if you want... I haven't decided yet." He said kindly.

"Oh...thank you." You responded without taking your eyes off the man.

When you arrived on the island, you asked him if the job was still available and for how many hours it was... but luckily for you, they were looking for someone who would stay all day, and you knew that was going to be impossible with Lucas. So you simply thanked him and started walking towards the exit.

When you were getting to the door, you heard someone calling you, and to your surprise it was the man who had let you pass in line.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't listen to other people's conversations, but... are you looking for a job?" he said a little shy.

You looked at him for a few seconds thinking about what to answer. You knew that if he asked you that it was because he had a job proposal, but you weren't sure if you wanted to risk working with a stranger... and much less with a man, knowing that if Lucas found out... he wouldn't like it. Not the idea at all.

"I...well...i-cant...i dont..."You said nervously, not knowing what excuse to give other than - I'm sorry, I can't work with a man because my husband is going to kill you if he finds out.-

"I'm sorry, I heard that you were asking about the job but that you could only do half a day and I... well, I have a daughter, she's not a baby but this month I'm going to be complicated with my job and I don't want to leave her alone for too long. .. I know I don't know you but..." He stayed silent when he saw that you didn't answer him... but it wasn't because you didn't want the job... you were actually thinking that if Lucas didn't find out where you were working, it might work.

"What do you think if we have a coffee and we talk about... ..."

"Sarah...and i'm Joel." He said as he shook your hand.

You told him your name as you held his hand.

Joel...It could mean one of two things, either it was going to be your exit door...or your entrance to hell.

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Another update? incredible true? (Don't get excited, I don't know how long it will last.) I just did poorly on two exams and I'm a little depressed... I wanted to distract myself a little.

I hope you liked it!! Obviously there is going to be a second part (maybe more?) Tell me what you think!

Request are open!!

Ly💫

[meowburgerz]

'you're disgusting, you know that?'

baileys voice was low and sultry, rumbling against bobby's ear. she nodded hungrily.

she wasnt quite sure how she ended up here- sitting in his lap, his fingers plunging in and out of her soaking pussy. his other hand was wrapped around her face, holding her in place by her cheeks. her face was flushed and sweaty, tongue lolled out hazily.

'such a fucking pervert. trying to seduce me? your caretaker?' he scoffed, curling his fingers up slightly.

bobby groaned, her eyes rolling back. his fingers were long and thick and barely fit inside her, she could feel herself stretching to accommodate.

'hnng.... s-sorr-'

'you're not sorry, brat. if anything, you're probably glad i called you down to my office. you're so fucking wet you've dripped all over my trousers. im upping your rent for that, just so you know.'

he sneered, pushing his clothed boner against her plush ass. there was a wet patch on his exposed boxers where precum had been seeping out.

he upped his pace, digits now jackhammering at her aching quim. she jolted and cried out, pulling against his restraint.

'ah ah ah, you dont get to leave until im finished.' he teased.

he effortlessly kept her in his grip. he was now humping into her, almost fucking her if not for the fabric of his boxers and her panties.

bobby whined. she wanted to cum, but bailey purposely kept his fingers away from her clit, stopping her from reaching such a thing. the man could feel himself getting more needy- his humping becoming feverish as his hand shakily continued its assault.

'push back against me.' he demanded.

he moved his arm from bobbys face and instead wrapped it around her neck, pulling her into a headlock. she clenched her teeth as she felt the blood in her head drain. she weakly pushed back against him, feeling his cock twitch beneath her.

'm-mister... bailey...' she gasped out.

'q-quiet, brat... nearly there...' his voice was now quiet and shaky. his cock was fully pressed against her cheeks, her panties were almost see-through from how much precum had been smeared on them.

with a final groan, bailey came. his muscles tensed and his grip on bobby tightened. thick globs of cum spouted from his tip and leaked through his boxers, further staining the girls underwear. he grunted and pushed his fingers as deep as they would go. bobby almost screamed as he did, her warmth invaded in ways she hadnt conceived.

he sighed as he came down from the high. bailey let go of the girl and pushed her from his lap, grabbing a tissue to clean himself up. she wobbled, almost falling. her pussy was empty now. it was still warm, she could still imagine bailey inside her, but it was fading.

'y-you can fuck off now...' he panted, leaning back in his chair. his face was slightly red and warm and his eyes were half-lidded, still in a slight daze.

bobby quickly gathered her clothes, still shivering. she soon scuttled off, leaving bailey to come to terms with what just happened.

he let out a guttural sigh, resting his head in his hands.

[cjariot]

i’m here for you!

warnings: angst to fluff😁😁

summary: in which reader is stressing over classes starting and riri reassures her (lowercase intended!!) reader is a smudge bit taller than riri:)) requested by: @aaliyg tags: @letitias-fav @nightlife-things @taiiunknown @verachii @garbagesleepschedule @saintwrld @shurislover

y/n’s pov:

riri and i had been dating for a little over 6 months, and school was starting back and it’s starting to stress me out a little bit. i didnt wanna worry riri with my stress because, well, I'm sure she’s stressing too with her classes starting also. i’d been distancing myself from my family, friends and even riri, and i think she's starting to notice. she had asked me to come meet her at the park nearby the campus, to talk. i obviously denied the meet up, because i didnt wanna burden her with my problems

riri’s pov: 

i look back at my phone getting a message from y/n

y/n🧎‍♀️😍‼️

sorry. i wont be able to make it.

something came up😪

maybe next time🫶🏾🫶🏾

riri

oh its ok baby

maybe we can meet up tomorrow?

read at 8:37 pm

she left me on read, she never does that. something’s up, i feel it. i’m back at my dorm, pacing, contemplating whether or not i should go check up on her or not. 

i came to a conclusion after 20 minutes of indecisiveness, deciding on going to her dorm.

i walk to y/n’s dorm, getting there in 5 minutes because her room isnt that far. I knock twice not getting an answer, ‘thats weird’ i thought. she couldnt be asleep, not now. i pull out my copy of her key to unlock her door until i see a dim light from under her door. so i knock again. no answer. “yo! y/n if you're in there open up, please!” i hear faint rustling as if shes trying to clean up really fast, then the door swings open startling me a little.

y/n’s pov:

“riri!! what are you doing here?” i ask as if nothing was wrong. her eyes softened with sadness, as if she already knew whats up. she glances behind me at the piles of paper and books open, then she looks at me and says “whats going on? you left me on read, you never do that. are you okay?” “no, no i’m fine, what are you talking about?” i responded with faux reassurance, i’m sure she noticed “no. you're lying, talk to me.. please” she says, eyes pleading.

i walked up to riri and hugged her as tight as i could and silently sobbed. she hugged back immediately, “oh, baby.. whats wrong?” “i-i dont wanna.. i dont wanna talk about it right… now.” i whisper out into her shoulder, and she just nods, understanding.

time skip

riri’s pov:

“d'you wanna talk about it now?” i murmured into y/n’s hair. she’s sitting on my lap, cradling me. “yeah..” she whispered under me, “i was, um.. feeling a little overwhelmed with, you know, school starting back. i fell back. just a tiny bit though!” she quickly shouts before i could even say anything, she knew i was gonna say something. “hey, why didnt you say anything? you know i have no problem with helping you, baby.” “i just didnt wanna burden you—” “burden?! me!? oh come on now, you’d never burden me mamas. trust, i would never see you as a burden, baby.” “i’m sorr-” “oh no, don’t apologize, youre fine. just promise me if you ever ever need help again, you’ll come talk to me?” “yeah, yeah i’ll come talk you. thank you, i love you.” ‘she said she loves me’ i thought. “you love me?” “yes..? oh! im sorry if i made you uncomfortable, i’ll just leave!!” i quickly grabbed her waist and sat her right back down. “dont leave youre perfect here. i love you too.” i had thee biggest smile on my face. i leant down to kiss her, and she smiled into it. i pull away, “i love you so so so much baby! dont ever believe i dont okay?” “i love you more! i wont even think about it, youre like my soulmate, riri. i’ll marry you one day, believe me.” “youre gonna be my little wifey? awh of course you are.” “little? bro i’m literally taller than you, what you mean little?” she says in a little english accent, “whyre you talking like that, you dumbass.. youre so cute”

[effervescent-hoe]

hey do yall have any fic recs? maybe some slow burn? Perhaps even some friends to lovers?

[iishmael]

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[vaguely-yandere]

reading your (amazing) writings got me thinking about like, a fuckboy/playboy(? im sorry idk the gn word for this? slut maybe lmao?) yandere who’s rich, doesn’t even need to study, always gets to any party where they can get some action. they never had a romantic relationship before bc they thought it was just stupid and unnecessary foreplay. basically everyone is either horny for them or hate them.

so imagine their surprise when they see their (future) darling staring at them while they were talking to their friends. yan thinks they’re cute enough and talks to them, starts flirting their darling up and when they ask what darling finds attractive about them they start listing things like “your smile, its really pretty” or “you’re so smart, and you’re fun to be around” instead of something about how their body looks sexy or some shit they always get instead.

this leads to confusion, because someone never acted like this for yan before. how were they supposed to react? that moment was when their heart truly skipped a beat because of someones words, their darlings words felt so warm and genuine it made them shiver.

id also like to think theyd have a huuuuugeeee ego, also really possessive. but once they get close to their darling or just see them they turn into a golden retriever type, ready to do anything and everything, kill anyone and everyone for you.

sorry if its not comprehensive its 3 am, i dont have my glasses on and im just really excited after reading ur writings 🧍‍♂️

broski. i love this.

just an absolute player (i think???) of a yandere and uber rich (LOVE yanderes with money) and a massive slut

one night stands every night, always getting their ego stroked, always sexualizing themselves and others and then they meet... you <3 you compliment their smile, their laugh, the things they say, everything and it makes them completely fall for you and when you refuse to have sex with them because theyre obviously drunk and well, you're an ethical person, that just makes them want you more.

finding you is easy, throw enough money at a problem and itll solve itself. and being a rich socialite is hard and they completely lack in the 'social' part so they just.. show up. work, school, where ever and follow you around, questioning you and if anyone makes you do something, the brattiness comes out.

"y/n! you were suppose to finish this ages ago! would you please stop talking to your friend and get to work on this? c'mon! we can't keep letting you slack off!"

"ah, sorr-"

"no, no, who is this? who are you? you know what, i dont care, you are no longer important to me, leave." they make a shooing motion, turning back to you with a smile. "you wanna go shopping? have lunch? travel? anything you want, its on m-"

"hey! you cant just ignore me! im gonna have to ask you to le-"

the yandere turns around, standing at their full height to properly glare at your boss/teacher. "cut me off again and i will cut out your tongue." they snap their fingers, summoning the person thats always following them around. "escort whoever the fuck this is out, im talking to someone and theyre being a bitch."

as the curses and yells of your boss/teacher rapidly fade, the yandere turns back to you, grinning. "so! did you decide yet?"

ohhh, i hope you love getting spoiled because this socialite will do it constantly. food, jewelry, perfume, clothes, companies, electronics, anything you want? its yours as long as you keep giggling when they say stupid shit.

and just imagine how cute they look when they see you! beaming, glowing with love, desperately trying to impress you all of the time, just so so cute! and if you praise them, i can already see them struggling to hide their moans of pleasure and spend the rest of the day on cloud nine

if you work, theyll get you fired so you can spend all your time with them. if you go to school, theyll get enrolled to or enroll you in online classes and you will rarely spend a moment without them at your side, willing to do absolutely anything for you.

now, i dont think this yandere would be possessive like others! they demand others to praise you, to compliment you, acknowledge you constantly and appreciate your beauty but one wrong comment and theyre tied up in a guest house, being hunted like a drugged up tiger. they post pictures of you near constantly, showing off how amazing you are, forcing everyone to basically bow to your feet and yeah, they get a bit culty with it sometimes but hey! it could be worse!

[shinobus-bonnet]

tell my brother she ours

Pairings: Rengoku x black!femreader x Tengen

Warnings: smut. (cant believe I am doing this) 2 big men tearing them walls up. you're basically they sugar baby become girlfie (just read I promise). CRINGE OH MA GOD.

DARK CONTENT CONSUMERS/AUTHORS DNI

this is my first time so please. spare me. it is very obvious that I could not use certain words or phrases because I kept cringing so.

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you never really asked for much in life. You had a decent job at a small bakery and two rich men spoiling the fuck out of you.

It was random. You met one in the grocery store and the other at your job. It came naturally, just the casual flirting and occasional dates with each other which led them to start giving you money even though you didn't ask.

Rent is paid for, they would send groceries to your house and send designer clothes and bags. Anything you asked for you got it.

and you are just sweet as candy to them. Rejecting some of the things they wanted to give to you even though they sent it to your house anyways

but what you didn't know was, that the two men were co-owners of the country's wealthiest company, best friends even

and they didn't know that they were talking to the same woman until the two were talking about their love life and how they liked this girl and always sending her gifts and then they had the bright idea of showing each other on the count of three.

Once they flipped the phones around, it got awkwardly silent.

"no fucking way." Tengen exclamined

they couldn't be too mad at her because they weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend and also, she didn't know she was talking to best friends.

"so what do we do now?" rengoku asked

You were on the way home from closing up the bakery. As you got in your car you received a phone call from kyojuro.

"hello?" you spoke

"Hi my love, how was your day at work today?" he asked

The two of them melted as they heard your sweet voice come through the phone as you talked about your day.

"why dont you meet me at my house sunshine? I can make dinner and we chill for a moment, that sounds ok?" He asked

You chirped up a sure and asked for him to send the address.

The two men looked at each other and left out silently.

You pulled up to this big ass house and seen two cars parked out front and thought that they were both of his. Knocking on the door he immediately invited you in and led you the couch.

You were definitely not expecting to see tengen sitting spread out on the couch with a glass of whiskey sending you a little wave

you grew nervous at the sight of the two fine men you've been talking to for the past 9 months or so sitting there smugly as they watched you sit nervously on the couch

"relax, you're not in trouble sweetheart" Tengen said leaning over to put his glass down.

"so...yall are friends??" you asked trying to wrap your mind around everything

"yes, and business partners."

"makes a lot of sense now, i'm sorr-" you began

"no need for apologies my love. To not waste anymore time we decided to make this a partnership."

"so basically, yall both are my boyfriends now, is this what youre saying to me right now?" you questioned

"yes thats exactly what we’re saying, if you dont want to do that no worries. We just want you to be comfortable." Tengen chimed in

The tree of you sat in silence while you thought about it.

"could it really be that bad? two men loving on you, giving you the world if you wanted it. What could go wrong?" you asked your self

"what do you say sweetheart?"

You simply nodded your head as you played with your fingers. Walking over to your figure tengen lifted your chin up to meet his eyes

"need to hear you say it verbally baby"

"y-yeah, im down"

Tengen crouched down to place a soft kiss on your lips while rengoku attacked you neck with hickies and bites

You let out the softest whimpers and moans. It was all too much for you in the moment. It was getting hard to kiss uzui back seeing that Kyojuro sucked on your neck so sweetly and uzui had his hands cupping your pretty face as he was kissing you.

Sending you off to the bed room the two men took another shot of whiskey and loosened their ties and shirts

"so are we playing good cop bad cop here or no?" Tengen asked

Kyojuro looked at him with a stale face as he held his glass

"What! i'm just trying to get a feel on how we're gonna do this" he exclaimed while rolling his eyes

walking to the bedroom Kyojuro gave a small chuckle to his best friend.

you were nervous. as fuck. if you would've known you were getting fucked you would have wore something more...sexually appealing but you already here now.

your thighs kept rubbing together in anticipation from what's about to go down in this bedroom making yourself even more flustered and aroused.

hearing the door open you popped up seeing the two men come in with gentle smiles

"are you sure you want to do this my love?" Kyo asked sweetly

"yeah, I'm sure" you responded.

Tengen slipped behind you and placed you in his lap while kyojuro sat in front of you with your legs open

Kyojuro began to kiss you again from your jaw, neck, chest as his fingers pulled your underwear to the side and started to rub up and down your folds.

You held in your whimpers and moans to save you from the embarrassment

"you gotta speak up baby" uzi teased

shaking your head no he instructed kyojuro to stop fingering you

whining you threw your head back and guided kyojuros fingers back to where they were

"whats wrong tengen?" he asked confusedly

"our pretty girl isnt being so nice to us. Its almost like... we're not making her feel good"

smacking his lips he brung his hand to your face and asked "are we making you feel good sweetheart?" and then nodding your head for you

"see! she said yes now can I resume what I was doing now?" he asked

"No not until I hear some words come out that pretty mouth" tengen replied

the two of you groaned in response to uzuis antics

"oh now you wanna respond when you dont get what you want" he sneered "such a spoiled girl you are"

"please, just let me touch her uzui" rengoku pleaded

Ren had your best interest in heart. He wanted to make you feel good and see you come undone. but his best friend had different plans.

"cmon sweetheart be good for me ok?" uzui said sweetly in your ear

you softly gave an ok to him and he finally let kyojuro go back to what he was doing.

It was a sight for sore eyes seeing you sandwiched between the two big beefy men , moaning and giving them praises for making you feel so good.

Taking off his shirt kyojuro slotted him self between your legs and began to place little kisses and licks on the inside of your thighs and soon landing on your clit giving little kisses and soon sucking on it making you squrim and wrapping your legs around his back.

Tengen placed little bites down your ear to your neck while he toyed with your nipples

Between him talking so sweet in your ear and kyojuro eating you out like a mad man you were nearing your release.

"oh youre so pretty when you cum my love, makes me want to give you another one" rengoku said coming up to place a kiss on your temple

and indeed he does. plowing into you while saying the filthiest but sweetest things in you ear while your clawing at his back moaning his name so sweetly over and over asking for more.

meanwhile, uzui sat in the chair across the room hard as brick seeing you ger ravished by his bestfriend

he started to slowly undress himself and palm himself in his pants at the sight of the two of you. he grew harder in anticpation for his turn with you

He thought Kyojuro was too sweet. it made his teeth rot.

once you came for a second time kyojuro gave you some water to help your heavy breathing,

uzui got on the bed and sat you on top of him

"how are you feeling pretty girl?" he asked sweetly

"good, im doing ok" you answered back in between breaths

responding with a smile he gave you a deep kiss and slid you onto him

your little whines fueled him knowing he was slightly bigger than Kyojuro he smiled menacingly. He instructed you to bounce slowly but it you were having trouble taking him all at once.

"I need help" you moaned out

seeing your big doe eyes basically pleading for his help he gave you a kiss on your forehead and obliged.

he lifted your hips and started to thrust into you while kissing your neck and talking in your ear.

as he made you a member of the cream team for the 3rd time that night he laid you onto your chest rubbing your back trying to help steady your breathing

Kyojuro ran you a bath as you laid on your boyfriends chest.

"you alright angel? I know this could've been a lot for your first time with us" uzui asked sweetly

"yeah, just sleepy thats all." you responded with closed eyes and a very soft voice

He carried you bridal style to the bathroom where kyojuro was already there waiting for you two.

Placing you in the tub every so gently the two climbed in behind you and laid you on thier bodies

"thank you. for everything." you said softly

the bubbles were floating onto your body the water was warm and your two boyfriends were warmer and you fell asleep in their arms.

you could get used to this.

[kyyuri]

silent cries || kim seungmin

a series: reasons why skz broke the relationship off

lower caps intended ! taglist open for this series ! permanent taglist open as well !

word count : 764

warnings: might contain profanities

genre : angst

a/n: ik ive been mia for a while ,, ive been really stressed due to exams but i really wanted to give yall some content so here is my attempt to revive this series that has been put on hold for a really long time. i hope u enjoy it !

when he chooses your bestfriend over you

[series masterlist ] [masterlist]

you played with the hemline of you skirt. it was SO awkward. this was supposed to be a picnic planned for you and seungmin only, but somehow he insisted for your bestfriend, yena to come as well. why ? you had no clue either. “here babe.” he said as he passed you a strawberry shortcake, not forgetting to hand one to yena too. you gave him a weak smile as you placed the plate on the ground, opting to take a sip from the coffee he had ordered. it tasted bitter.

“ so yena, how’s your progress on mr kim’s project ?” seungmin asked, taking a bite into the cake. “the same, nothing. i swear to god mr kim can kiss my ass. he made the work so hard, ugh ! “ seungmin chuckled at her reaction. all you could do was sit in silence. it didnt help much that you didnt arent in mr kim’s class. “you know, if you really needed help, we could do it together right ?” yena’s face brightened up immediately as she forced a smile with her mouth full of cake “really ?! youre such a god sent seung ! i literally love you so much-“ the words had slipped unintentionally. yena’s eyes widened in horror “ NO WAIT Y/N I DIDNT MEAN IT THAT WAY-“ you gave her an awkward chuckle, assuring her that it was fine.

you caught yourself staring into blank space as they continued their long rant about how horrible mr kim was as a lecturer. poking at the strawberry cake infront of you, you were bored to your death. what kind of date is this ? you thought. and thats when it all clicked. it wasnt supposed to be a date with you, but her. he was just obligated to bring you with him because you were his girlfriend. come to think of it, you were always the one who initiated things, whenever HE initiates something, yena would somehow have a part to play in it.

did he only agreed to date you for his own benefits ? did he ever truly love you ? all those “i love you” exchanged, did he ever mean any of it ? you were drowning in your thoughts until someone called your name, snapping you out of it. “y/n ! stop playing with your food… its getting everywhere. why didnt you eat it ? its your favourite…” that sentence confirmed your suspicions, your worst fear. “no.” “no …? i-im lost…”

you were unsure what happened but something inside you snapped. “ no. im done. im done with this hangout. im sitting here like a fool, watching you flirt with her ?! “ seungmin stared at you, offended. “excuse me ?! i set this up for you ! i just thought you would appreciate it if i like your BEST FRIEND come with. unless youre saying you wish she wasnt here.” a scoff youve been holding in left your mouth. “ dont put words in my mouth. but at this point, if this keeps up, i wont mind admitting to that. considering how IM ALLERGIC TO STRAWBERRIES and her FAVOURITE cake is STRAWBERRY shortcake. and lets not forget how you got me an expresso knowing damn well i only drink mocha and SHE only drinks expresso. “

“you dont seem to mind it at all. “ you were dumbfounded. how could he say such things ? “ i didnt want to say anything because i wanted to see how far things would go… but its gone far enough. “ tears threaten to spill from your eyers. “you dont love me anymore do you ?“ you mustve looked pathetic in their eyes. “i know that i-i just need to hear it from you in order to move on. “ he looked you dead in the eye. “ i dont love you anymore. i love yena.” you didnt expect the second part at all. it hit you so hard you couldnt hold it together anymore. “y/n im so sorr-“ yena said as she attempted to hold onto your arm. funny how the hands that once brought you comfort was now seen as disgusting by you. “dont touch me !” yena looked away guiltily. “lets break up y/n. im sorry things turned out this way. “ seungmin said as he handed you a tissue. at least he wasnt THAT heartless. “i always knew you loved her. even more than you loved me. have a good life. the both of you.” and with that, you walked out forever, never looking back.

perm taglist: @soobin-chois @aksemy @ja4hyvn

all works here are strictly mine. please do not translate or steal them without permission. © kyyuri

all works here are strictly mine. please do not translate or steal them without permission. © kyyuri

[reidsnose]

love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

masterlist

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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Bra Measuring ft. Kita

Fluff, Kita x f!reader

A/n: Idk if UK or other parts of the world size bras differently, I’m just going off of how I know how to measure them lol

-600 words-

This story includes: bra measuring, mention of sex, boobs, being half naked around Kita

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Once Kita saw Y/n crying numerous times over how her bras fit her and her breast shape, he knew that he was going to have to intervene. (Babygorl? Daddy's home.😈) After spending time learning how to properly measure for one's correct bra size, he brought Y/n into his room.

"Oh! Guess what, I saw the movie you were talking to me about earlier. It was kind of weird, if I'm being completely honest, but I guess I do kind of resemble- wait, what are you doing?" She stared at him in confusion as he took out some measuring string.

"Sweetheart, can you take off your shirt for me?" He asked innocently as he got some paper for writing.

"Wait, what-" She stood up from her previous position on the bed. "I thought we were waiting until marriage?"

"What?" He turned towards her. "I'm measuring your breasts properly. It's not good to be wearing the wrong size."

"Oh," She let out a sigh. "So, should I just take off my clothes?"

"Just your shirt and bra, yes." He was occupied with writing something down on his notepad.

"Okay." Y/n trusted Kita; he wouldn't try anything on her, would he? She took off her shirt but hesitated with her bra.

"Done? Okay-" Shinsuke noticed that she was playing footsy around taking off her bra. (I DONT MEAN IT IN A SEGGSUAL WAY IM SAYING THAT SHE WAS NOT REALLY OPEN TO DOING SO) "Y/n, I'm here to help you. Please don't be embarrassed, you're beautiful anyways."

She smiled and thanked him, but still felt weird about taking it off. "Do you want me to take it off of you?" Instead of replying, she turned around to show the clasp.

Shin's fingers were delicate as he pranced around her bra clasp, not sure how this particular booby trapper(SORR) worked. Once he had found the clasps(that were on the inside, which was weird to him because wouldn't they just itch her back?), he carefully unhooked them and slid the clothing off of her arms.

"Turn around for me? Good girl," He looked from her boobs to his computer, which had a detailed diagram of possible breast types she could have. "You have... —— breasts, am I correct?"

“...A what now?” She moved to go look at the computer, which showed a picture of different boobi types. “Oh, okay.”

“Y/n, you should know these things as a girl. How are you going to go around wearing the wrong bra size?”

“I never really thought too much of it.” She looked down at her toes.

“Well that’s why we’re doing this now, right? May I have permission to touch you?” He picked up the string once he saw her nod. “Thank you.”

He wrapped the string directly under her boob, lifting up part of it. “(Band size) inches.” Kita wrote this down.

“Okay, I’m going to measure around your nipples now. If I hurt you, let me know.” Y/n nodded as he measured the fullest part of her breasts, recording that down as well. “Your bra size is —.”

“That’s not the bra size I wear though.” She furrowed her brows.

“Well then, we’ll have to go shopping then, right?” He said, chuckling. “What type of bra do you wear, love?”

“...—. Is that a bad thing?” She covered her nipples.

“Yes, a wrong type of bra would not support your breasts properly.” Kita read. “You can put on your shirt now, by the way.”

“Oh, okay.” She put it on before jumping back on the bed and laying down. He laid down on top of her, per her request. “Thank you, Shin. I’m so lucky to have a respectful man like you.” Y/n’s hands massaged his head as a way of saying thank you.