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kimberkingrivers · 6 months

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It’s nights like tonight where I miss you, when I’m making dinner and it’s the recipe we learned together and both of our favorite foods. When I’m listen to my playlist and a song that reminds me of you comes on. When I see a stupid Halloween decoration that I almost get because it would have made you laugh as Christmas present.

But on nights like to night when I miss you, I think of the things I would have done differently, or how I should have said something else. But when it comes down to it.

I’m okay with being the bad guy in your story, even if once I was one of you’re biggest supporters. Even when I miss you and I want to be mad at myself for walking away, when I open your chat to send you a message, the chat that use to be pinned at the top of my page.

I walked away because I wasn’t doing you right, and I’m not going to fight for someone that doesn’t care I walked away. You once told me you hoped I would walk away. You got your wish. I walked away.

Even when it hurts, when I want to cry.

I realize I’m the only one hurting, you don’t miss me, you don’t even seem to care that I left,

and that’s why I walked away.

I was supposed to be the one beside you on your wedding day,

I was supposed to be the one you called after a long day at work,

I was the one that was supposed to be there when you got pregnant and it was the right time,

I was the one he was supposed to ask for your ring size and how best to surprise you,

I was the one that sat with you in the closet floor when you thought your life was falling apart,

I was the one that across from you in a burger joint when you poured your heart out and your fears,

I cheered you on when you walked the stage to get your college degree,

I was there for the breakups, the falling in love, the fear, the midlife crisis,

And then suddenly I wasn’t, I went out of town for a week, and you were in the hospital not bothering to tell me until you’d been released, and somehow it was my fault that I was upset you nearly died.

When I heard I need you to communicate with me you heard “cut all contact”

So now I won’t be the one that helps you get ready on your wedding day,

I won’t be the one waiting in the waiting room excited to meet the little one you carried,

I won’t be the one to celebrate when you get a raise

And I won’t be the one you call when you have a bad day.

But you also won’t be the one to stand by my side when I say I Do

You won’t be waiting to meet my baby,

You won’t be one of my calls when the test is positive,

You won’t be my call when I finally get the job of my dreams

You won’t help me get ready for a date

You won’t lay beside me and watch another movie on tv when we’re supposed to be sleeping

You wont be the person I stay up late talking to the night before the school dance,

I know I didn’t do everything right, there’s things I wish I could do over, things I wish I would have said, and things I wish I could take back. But even when I miss you, the hurt I feel now, doesn’t feel like the frustration and loneliness I felt when I was with you.

#why do best friends suck #fuck this shit #I miss her #I miss you #I wish I could do things differently #but I can’t #wish I could take things back #I’m less lonely with you gone than I was when you were around #but for the record 85 of the drama and problems or situations you delt with you got your self into #texting your boyfriends ex girlfriend and then ending up in a fight with him and her and her cousin #you never should have ducking texted her #that was supposed to say FUCK #the friends that stopped talking to you… yeah I know why #the fights you get in with you mom and friends I’m not saying that didn’t deserve some of it but damn you instigated a fucking lot of it #the amount of boyfriends you had in the few years I knew you #yeah that stems from attachment issues #those come from you family #your parents #your brother #sad when I feel like I need to apologize to him even when I know he doesn’t want to here it and he’s probably yell at me over it #you were supposed to be by my side forever but I knew you wouldn’t be #that’s why I kept you at arms distance #I’m glad I did #I know you’re secrets #secrets I will have to take to my grave #secrets I can’t talk to anyone about #the secrets I have to grieve #and you don’t know me as well as you think #because you can’t see past yourself to see anyone else #maybe one day I’ll meet somebody that cares about me as much as I cared about you once upon a time

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novalpha · 1 year

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𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑠

♡ Fluff || ୨୧ Angst || ★ Smut || ꗃ SMAU || ⌗ Series || ✿ Drabble || ♤ Mature (No smut) || ✹ Humor

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Buy A Boyfriend ♡★⌗ -> @sluttywoozi Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Summary: Being a professional boyfriend on SVTHub is great - all Vernon has to do is respond to a few texts, send out a couple selfies, do a stream every now and then, and he makes enough to cover tuition. Things get a little tricky when he finds himself wishing he actually was your boyfriend.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ By hook or by cross ♡୨୧★ -> @kabira

summary — so you punched a guy, and now he wants you to teach him how to fight, because clearly, you know how to do it better. well, fine, you say. as long as he keeps his distance. (spoiler alert: he doesn’t.)

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ divorce child ♡★ -> @lovelyhan

summary: 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?

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Cold hands, Warm hearts ♡ -> @duhnova

synopsis: this holiday season, your daughter decided the best present she could give to you was a new boyfriend, which is why she and her best friend yujin have taken it upon themselves to play matchmaker. their candidate? yujin’s father.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Operation : Hot girl summer ♡✹★ -> @shuaflix

SUMMARY ▸ the summer you started putting more effort into your appearance also happens to be the summer where vernon chwe's piercing gaze leaves you feeling like you're floating high up in the clouds.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Not a virgin ♡✹★ -> @ncteez

Vernon, a friend of your friend spills his spicy sex life and accidentally reveals to an entire group of near-strangers (including you) that he’s had sex one and a half times and that it was sick.

or the one where despite vernon not being a virgin, he is somehow more of a virgin than an actual virgin.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ High and fucked ★ -> @rubyreduji

summary: hansol is nothing to you but your ex-boyfriend's roommate, but you still find yourself alone with him while you get high together

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Risk it all ★ -> @sluttywoozi

Summary: Vernon's got a crush on his tutor, and everything gets harder when you start wearing thigh high socks. Everything.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ The soulmate service ♡✹୨୧ -> @dkfile

the soulmate service has one purpose: to help those who drew the short end of the stick and ended up without a person to live their forever with. after the heart wrenching realization that the boy you’ve loved since you were thirteen isn’t the one meant for you, you put your love life in the hands of vernon chwe — which, now that you think about it, is probably a very bad idea.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Work husband ♡✹ -> @wondernus

synopsis: falling for the young and flirty high school history teacher is inevitable especially when he pays for your groceries and calls himself your work husband

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Trillium ♡★ -> @beahae

Summary: Vernon is flying in to see his girlfriend. Oh shit, that’s… you. Being away from him for the past few months ago makes it hard for it to feel real, especially after two years of what you both convinced yourselves was a purely platonic friendship. Now that he’s here in the flesh, you are determined to make it feel real. And very non-platonic.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Say you love me (i love you) ♡✹ -> @viastro

synopsis: three heavy words. you’re so used to saying this to the one person that’s always been by your side, because you know that he’s your other half; platonically. these words have always held some sort of meaning whenever you say it to vernon, in hopes that maybe one day he’ll say it back to you.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Distraction ♡✹★ -> @minghaoyoudoin

summary: typically, when a person’s house smells like fire, you call the fire department. when your house smells like fire, you know it’s because Vernon is cooking.

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bitchinbarzal · 8 months

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thirteen | Mat Barzal

summary: the little green monster comes out when you’re wearing another jersey.

You and Mat had an argument about Mat’s newfound friendship with the new islanders presenter.

You’d seen them after one of his games, they were no longer filming their interview and instead were just talking.

Admittedly, you felt a pang of jealousy watching the scene unfold before you but then it all came to a head when you returned home and mentioned it to him.

He blew up, accusing you of thinking he was cheating, that you didn’t trust him. Essentially just blaming you for this whole argument.

You didn’t retaliate, opting to get your side out another way. Because when he goes low, you go lower.

So when the rangers found themselves at UBS arena, you were wearing blue.

“He’s gonna kill you” Sydney laughed as she found you at the bar, looking at your jersey before catching the name and number on the back.

“Oh my god! He’s gonna really kill you!”

You laugh and do a twirl for her “Like?”

“What did he do?”

You giggled and explained the situation to her “Oh my god, what a dick! Also she has totally been making the eyes at Matt this week too I get where you’re coming from”

“Right?!” You say, holding onto her arm as you both laugh about the situation.

In the suite, Alexis found you and looked at your jersey with wide eyes “Oh he fucked up!”

“Very!” Syd adds from her seat in the front and you smile at her playfully before turning to Alexis

“Me and Mat had a fight and I’m giving him a taste of his own medicine”

“Oh girl don’t explain! I’m on your side!”

The game is rough, as per usual when these two teams meet during the season.

Mat’s never one to get involved in the fighting, typically just sitting and looking pretty which you liked because it meant you were never worried about him.

That was until the period break, Mat was pulled for yet another interview by her. In which she showed him a fab picture of you in your rangers jersey

“So Mat, we hear your girlfriend is repping the Rangers tonight or better yet repping another number thirteen?!”

He looks confused until she shows him the image, his eyes immediately filling with anger.

There you were standing at the bar, in his arena wearing your ex boyfriends jersey. The name Lafrenière where Barzal usually sits.

“Uh… I didn’t know” he laughs it off but anyone who knows him can see his mind running a million miles a minute.

As soon as the interview is done he’s having to go back out, no time to text you and tell you to take it off.

Instead he goes out on the ice like a raging bull.

You watch from your spot in the box as the puck drops and Mat heads strait for Alexis on the ice, taking him straight to the floor.

You gasp as they hit the ground and begin fighting.

It doesn’t last long, Mat being sent to the box straight after. You see his face on the jumbotron, his nose is bent the wrong way and there’s blood rolling down his cheek.

You don’t say anything else, simply curling into yourself and thinking about what you’d caused. It was meant to be harmless, just a way to get back at mat for what he’d said but now his nose was broken, you felt horrible and you’re sure Alexis was out for the rest of the game.

Mat always had a jealous streak in him, from day one. You met at an event where you were Alexis’ date, Mathew introduced himself to you and immediately fell.

He waited months, scrolling through your socials for the day you’d be single and when he finally heard you had broken up he grasped the opportunity but that didn’t stop the comments and his own insecurities getting to him about your relationship.

By the end of the game you’re not celebrating like the rest of the girls, you silently made your way down to wait for Mat.

When he comes out of the locker room sporting a wrapped nose you wince. He looks at your jersey and growls

“Take it off for fuck sake”

“I don’t have anything on underneath” you mumble, the sleeves now crumbled up into your palms as you clutch them anxiously.

He doesn’t respond just walking to the car, you begin walking behind him. There was no congratulations kiss, no conversation as you sat in the car silently as he drove back to your apartment in Manhattan.

Traffic was bad which didn’t help Mat’s mood.

You tried to turn on the radio but he muted it immediately.

It wasn’t until you got to sunnyside when Mat said

“I would never hurt you like this”

You turn to him, his eyes still on the road

“Mat I’m sorry… I was annoyed about the whole-“

“I told you there was nothing happening between us! You were the one convinced I was doing something”

“I know that! And I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine!”you shouted, angry he wasn’t listening.

“Giving me a taste of my own medicine? y/n he was your fiancé… do you think I don’t feel bad about that? That you were actually so in love with him you wanted to marry him at one point!”

You sunk into the seat of the Range Rover and mumbled “Yeah well now I see it was a stupid idea”

Arriving at your apartment, Mat waited for you to get out and you asked “Are you coming in?”

“I’m going back to Long Island. I think maybe we were a mistake”

Your heart dropped in your chest and you leaned back into the car “Mat I’m sorry ok! It was stupid and I’m so sorry-“

“I’ve told you how he makes me feel y/n and you threw it in my face, in public infront of everyone to see and you embarrassed me. I don’t think I want to go through life constantly worried about everything and feeling insecure”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks “Mat please… I’m so sorry baby it’s only you, I’ll take it off, I’ll stop with the games just please-“

“I love you, but I’ve got to protect myself first” he says, starting the car again and waiting for you to step away before he drives off back home.

Leaving you standing there watching the Range Rover leave, your heart going with it.

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader #nhl imagine

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http-tokki · 2 years

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Happy birthday, pretty girl

~ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: aged up bakugou, time skip to when everyone is pro heroes, fluff, friends to lovers, deadbeat boyfriend, explicit language, katsuki outdoing ur stupid boyfriend, toxic relationships, y/n is written as honey (that's ur name cause I hate reading y/n) ~ wc: 2.8k

A bouquet.

A $350 bouquet had been the catalyst to the end of your relationship.

The break-up had not come out of the blue. Resentment had been building for months now with endless bickering and sniping, fights over Instagram likes and hidden accounts, your ex’s inability to hold down a stable job for longer than a month and when he was let go from his last job a few months ago, the lack of effort at finding a new job, which in turn left you to pick up the slack with the rent and bills. It hadn’t been like that in the beginning; no failed relationship ever is, but as the months rolled into years, what was once cute ineptitude at basic life skills morphed into weaponised incompetence that had you acting as mother and girlfriend for the twenty-something-year-old man child. If only you could go back in time and warn your former self of the absolute hell waiting for you at the end of the road.

A different form of bitterness seeped into your relationship this past month. A monstrous animosity had taken up residence in the chests of both you and him, causing a fight like no other and all because you were inviting your childhood best friend to your upcoming birthday dinner. Your ex had spotted the name Bakugou Katsuki on the list of guests and scoffed, muttering displeasure under his breath. A few back-and-forth quips rolled into a screaming match that had ended when you laughed out your final killing blow.

“You can either suck it up and come to my, your girlfriend’s, birthday dinner or sit at home and mope around. It’s your choice, but make up your mind before I book so I know if I’m paying for you or not.”

It had been a tad cruel of you to add the last part, but you were growing tired of having to cover his half of the bill at dinner and skip out on outings with friends because he didn’t want to look cheap and have you pay, so your insult was justified its own brutal way.

You sent out the invitation texts the next day to your close friends and their partners. RSVPs flooded your inbox within half an hour. All, except for two who had work engagements overseas, eagerly agreed to the dinner with feverish excitement. All but one. The loser that was your boyfriend sent a thumbs-up reaction to your message in the group chat, which he the. promptly left.

Katsuki, however, had called you the second he saw the short message.

“I’ll be there; I just might be a bit late ’cause I’ve got that TV gig that afternoon.” He sighed into the phone, and you could practically see the scowl forming at the idea of being late to an event. “Actually, let me see if I can move it around.”

“‘Suki, no. Just come afterwards, please. Don’t move anything,” you pleaded, dropping the stack of papers you had organised a few minutes prior. “If you need to miss it, it’s okay.” you added lightly, disappointment evident in your voice despite your best efforts.

“Hey, I said I’d be there, didn’t it? I just might be late,” Bakugou assured you, tone stern to avoid further protests from you. “What’s the name of the booking under anyway?”

“Mine, why?” your brows furrowed in suspicion.

“Just wondering.” He replied with a tone far too casual for him.

Gasping at the sudden realisation, you shouted down the receiver. “Katsuki, if you even think about putting your card down as payment, you’re-“

“Ohh wow, would you look at that, call waiting! I’ll call you later; text me when you’re at work.”

Your boyfriend is the ninth person to arrive at dinner. After kicking him out for the evening before your reservation time, wanting to have time with the girls to relax and debrief the situation of your current partner. The girls were never fans, Mina going as far as to add him to her own personal hit list should he ever commit a minor law infraction, and his continued behaviour just added to their growing disdain. It didn’t help that you were growing to loathe him too. The loser arrived well beyond the appropriate amount of time to be late without an excuse or text and just strolled in without acknowledging the hostess, who smiled and offered to guide him to the table.

Ick.

“Is he wearing-?” Mina whispers, sliding up next to you to stare at your underdressed boyfriend.

“Yep. He’s wearing track pants.” You confirm as you spot the familiar print across the left leg and the slouched cut of the sweat.

“Is he for real?” Jiro’s voice comes for your left, looping her arm through yours.

You frown at the lack of effort and complete disregard for the dress code, but that small part of you screams in vindication at his disinterest. He strolls to you with the confidence garnered only from the current lack of Bakugou and presses his cheek to yours in a polite kiss. He would have gone in for a side hug, but your two friends were unmoving from their positions.

“You’re late.” You mutter, tone entirely indifferent.

“Yeah, well, traffic” is the excuse given, and a poorly made bouquet is shoved at you before he walks away. Jiro reaches out and grabs the flowers with one hand, tossing them at the present table.

The frown you have deepens. Blue chrysanthemums and white roses wrapped in what appears to be yesterday’s newspaper. No card or note, just flowers in colours you despise. He had to be doing this purposefully, giving you another reason to fight with him and pull the plug on this trainwreck. The three of you watch as he makes the rounds, and your frown grows into something that can only be labelled as repulsion. God, you need to end this. Everything about him is giving you the ick. Your mind wonders about the breakdown of your relationship and how to do it, how to get out of tonight a single woman and – Kirishima’s voice disrupts your daydreams.

Eijiro greets Bakugou first. Spotting the blonde as he steps into the restaurant, he calls out to his best friend with a loud Hey! You look up and see your best friend standing in the entryway to the restaurant, strong arms full of the most beautiful bouquet you have ever seen. Pink and purple hydrangeas spill over the lilac wrapping paper, adorned with baby’s breath and pastel tulips, stalks of greenery, and there was even a hint of jasmine bordering the main bulk of the blooms. Your heart squeezes. He had gotten all your favourites despite most of them being out of season and insanely hard to acquire. You hear shuffling from the far end of the table, but pay it no mind as Katsuki saunters towards you. He had followed the theme, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair combed down in a slicked-back style that accentuates the sharp lines that make up his face. The suit was snug but not small, fitting his muscles and broad shoulders just right in a way that made your stomach twist. Heat blooms across your face, and you squeeze the hand that is now in yours.

“Can you fuck him already, please?” Mina teases, squeezing your hand back.

“I’m working on it.” You whisper back as a joke despite the obvious heat filling your body.

The girls laugh beside you. “oh, she’s working on it,” Jiro echoes your confession, snickering as Mina makes a lewd gesture.

“She’s working on what?” Katsuki asks as he reaches the three of you. “Hi.” His greeting is solely to you.

“Hi.” You parrot, feeling the girls leave your side in exchange for Bakugou’s arms.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you right up against his toned body and squeezes. You’re lifted from the floor, hauled into the air and spun as soft laughs leave you, and for a moment, it is only the two of you.

You’re lowered back to the ground, arms still wrapped around each other as he whispers his congratulations. “Happy birthday, pretty girl.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek, and you feel lightheaded.

Cold air fills the space once occupied by him as he pulls back, reaching down to grab the bouquet he had placed on the table and shows you the arrangement.

“Pink and purple hydrangeas,” he announces just loud enough to be heard by your boyfriend sitting a few seats down. “And tickets to the flower festival next month. You can take him, but I’m also free that weekend, and I have a car…” his words trail off at the obvious jab at your car-less partner. “I also put my card down as payment, so go wild, okay?”

“‘Suki.” you reprimand in a breathy giggle, having already been through this with him via text, but you can’t help but swoon at his chivalry.

“It’s your birthday, angel. I can’t have you paying for it.” You blush again at the pet name but frown up at him nonetheless.

Bakugou smiles back and presses another kiss to the top of your head before pulling away to greet everyone else.

“I seriously thought you were about to kiss him just then.” Jiro snickers, reappearing at your side the second you’re alone.

“I seriously did, too.”

It is a small dinner. Only a handful of your close friends and their partners but all the people you know and care for, and they you, so when your cake is brought out, and the songs are sung, you feel loved, and that love is continued through dessert as the game Whispers from Heaven begins.

Jiro and Mina gush about your undivided love and loyalty; Denki smiles and recalls your generosity and patience during the afternoon you had helped him through math homework (and he swore his eternal oath to you from that day on); Kiri tears up at the mention of his emo days and how you had been his friend even when he looked like a My Chemical Romance extra; Momo praising your loving and unjudgmental heart, Sero gifting you the title of World’s Best Mom despite having no actual children but the care and devotion you had shown to your friend group earned you many a mother’s day present and Bakugou toasting your entire being for you had been his friend since middle school and stuck by him through all the happened during UA and the subsequent years, how you had been a rock in his life and every year had been a blessing and he wished for many more to come. Zuku and Ochaco had written their whispers in via text (a mission had taken them away from your dinner ), and their words had been just as sweet.

You were tearing up as everyone gushed about you, wiping at your eyes before they could even fall, but as your boyfriend’s turn came, the air shifted.

“Uhh, she is….” He stammers, nervously looking around the table at your friends, all waiting for his answer.

In theory, he should have the best point. He is your boyfriend, after all, two years shared together, but as he sits there, floundering like a fish with his mouth opening and closing, you feel your patience start to snap. Maybe you were going to break it off tonight. The guilt of leaving him potentially homeless and broke had been keeping you around for months, and you think he knows that, and that’s why he hadn’t gotten a job or made any move to progress his life.

Are you about to be free and single again? Is he about to seal his fate of living out of his parent’s garage? Part of you hopes yes; is desperate to say goodbye to the soul and money-sucking leech that had been attached to you for months now, but part of you feels bad for him.

“Ohh! I’ve got it!” he announces, holding his glass of wine in the air in a toast.

You hold your breath, unaware of what his answer is going to be.

“She has a really good ass. So hot,” he laughs and tips his glass to the sky, “the back shots are fucking amazing.”

Your jaw slackens at this confession.

There is a chorus of gasps and snorts of astonishment as your group comes to terms with what has just been said. Jiro slaps her hand over her mouth as both Momo and Mina’s head whip towards her, eyes wide and brows raised. Denki blushes red but hides it behind his hands; Sero and Kiri are staring at Bakugou, who is glaring at your boyfriend.

“What?” Katsuki asks, tilting his head in confusion.

Your boyfriend bristles. “I was put on the spot.”

There is a beat of silence as everyone comes to terms with what has just been said.

Bakugou shakes his head and gently returns the wine glass to the table, quiet rage simmering in his eyes. His gaze flicks to you in awaiting permission, and when you tilt your head approving of whatever it is he is about to do, he smiles and turns his fangs towards your boyfriend.

“Get up.” the order is soft, as not to make a scene, but there is a promise of violence in his tone.

Your boyfriend makes no move to stand, so Katsuki repeats his order. When there is still no movement from the slug sitting across from him, Bakugou stands with a grace only acquired after years of training to win fights and reclasps the buttons of his jacket, ever the gentleman. Each step towards your boyfriend is fuelled by hate and indignation, and when he finally reaches him, Katsuki grips him by the scruff of the neck, much like a father does to their young son.

“You need to get up and leave before I take you outside.” Katsuki seethes, bending down to your boyfriend’s level.

“You-no-I..” your boyfriend scrambles, face blanching at the pro-hero before him.

“Nuh uh, I don’t want to hear anything from you.” The hand on your boyfriend’s neck tightens. “Get up and go home, pack your shit and leave. I don’t care where you go, but by the time Honey and I get home, you will be gone because I can make people like you disappear in a second, yeah?”

Your boyfriend looks around at the table, hoping to find sympathy from the other heroes, but none comes. “I’m going to tell everyone you’re threatening me; you can’t do this!”

“I’m not doing anything, and everyone here has seen me ask you to leave nicely; I’m even offering to get you an Uber since I know you don’t drive.”

A chorus of acknowledgement of Bakugou’s charity rises from the table. You bite down on your cheeks to stop the smile tugging at your lips as you watch your now ex-boyfriend scramble for his coat, dread dragging down each movement. He turns to you, brows furrowed in fear and confusion, hoping to find comfort in someone he had disrespected time and time again, but instead, you just beam and bid him goodbye.

“Are you really gonna call him an Uber?” Denki pipes up.

Katsuki scoffs. “No, he can walk home.”

“What are ya’ working on?” Katsuki asks from beside you as you sit on the curb outside your apartment building.

You had pulled up ten minutes ago but opted to stay out and talk, enjoying the warm spring breeze.

“Huh?” you turn to face your best friend.

“When I turned up, you and the girls were talking about you workin’ on something. Is there something at work or?”

You blush at the question.

“Ahh, well, I’m-“you grin. “Well, I’m working on you.” Your confession falls from your mouth before your brain can process it.

“Me?” Bakugou’s brows stitch together.

“yeah, I’m working on not killing you for paying for dinner and shit like that.” You rush to lie in order to cover your confession. “You always do that after I-“

Katsuki’s hands grabbing your cheeks stop your rambling, and then his lips are on yours. He cups your face with a gentleness unknown to you, finger hooking under your jaw to tilt your chin up as he kisses you. You melt into his mouth, opening as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. Breathing becomes difficult as your hands grab at his waist, desperate to close the distance between your bodies, but he pulls back and leans his forehead against yours.

“You’re such a bad liar, you know that?” his breathing is ragged.

“I was hoping you didn’t catch on to that, but I’m so glad you did.”

~ a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! goes a long with this. x ( just another lil drabble about how my ex was a piece of shit and for my birthday got me the flowers I hate. but then on valentine’s day my friend got me a bouquet of my favourite flowers so it couldn’t have been that hard, right) updated version 2.0

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thought--bubble · 6 months

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She is happy now Part 1/5

Modern Aemond X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)

Warnings after the break

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Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating, angst, a little bit of fighting.

High-school sweethearts was a term that actually made you sick. You hate the fact that your memories of those oh so important teenage years are tarnished by the memory of him.

Aemond Targaryen. The boy everyone who knew you as a teenager knew was your High-school sweetheart. As well as the man who crushed your heart just a mere 6 months after graduation.

The two of you met freshman year. He was a bit nerdy, and you were one of those alternative girls wearing as much black as possible and begging your parents for a nose ring. You grew super close super fast. All of your firsts were with Aemond. The first time you ran from the cops drinking with friends in the local cemetery. Your first kiss. Your first dance. Your first break up. Your first angsty reconciliation, your first fuck. Everything.

You had been doing well for the past few years, not thinking about him at all. You had graduated from university and started your job as a revenue analyst for Lannister & Co. You had a sweet, kind boyfriend in Cregan Stark. Everything was going well for you. Until you got that invitation.

You had been invited to the wedding of Aegon Targaryen and Cassandra Baratheon. Two people you loved very much and were incredibly happy for. But you under no circumstances wanted to go to any type of Targaryen family gathering. You may have moved on and are doing well now, but there is still a deep-seated anger that rises in you when you think about Aemond. The idea of seeing him in person makes bile rise in your throat.

You're halfway through your shift. You're excited for it to end. this week has been exhausting, and now that it is finally Friday, you want to just curl up on the coach all weekend and watch mindless TV.

Your phone buzzes in your pocketbook on your desk, and you groan. You know who it is. You have been ignoring her calls all day. You pull your cell phone out of your bag, and just as you suspect, Heleana's name and a photo of her smiling with a butterfly on her finger illuminates the screen. You hit the end call button and shove your phone back into your bag. You know that you haven't RSVP'd to the wedding yet, and she is calling you to try to talk you into going. You hate ignoring her, but you really don't want to talk to her about the wedding and the reasons you don't want to go. It doesn't matter what you say to her because she will know the real reason and she will try to talk you into it.

She doesn't call again that night much to your glee. Your shift ends, and your phone dings with a text message from Cregan, letting you know he is downstairs. You pack up your laptop and throw your dooney & bourke leather satchel over your arm and head out waving to a few co workers as you make your way outside.

When you get out front, you see Cregans black range rover idling and slide into the passengers seat, letting out a long sigh as you reach to buckle yourself in.

"Long day love?" He says while shifting the SUV into drive.

"Yes very" you say exasperated.

"You know, I got a strange call from Heleana today"

Your eyes shot open and you clenched your jaw.

"Hun...." he continued

"Why don't you want to go to Aegon's wedding?"

"I just don't want to, there doesn't always have to be a reason for everything. Sometimes the answer is just no and everyone needs to accept it " you snap.

"Is this maybe about a certain brother of his?"

You roll your eyes "nope" short, curt responses are all you can muster at the moment.

"Should I be worried?"

This makes you turn your head to look at him

"About what?"

"When someone is over someone, truly over them, they don't harbor this kind of anger"

You open your mouth to respond but can't find the words your looking for.

Cregan releases a sigh

"I'll drop it"

"No Creg. It's OK. Trust me I am completely over him. I just feel like he got away with it ya know? Makes me want to gouge his other eye out. You know settle the score. His brothers wedding would probably not be a good venue for that" you huff.

Cregan laughs. " the best revenge is to show him how much he doesn't effect you. How happy you are now without him. How much better your life is without him."

You sit there silent looking out the window of the car watching the sidewalks fly by.

"If you don't want to go I support that, but I don't think you should miss a good friend's wedding because his brother is a dolt"

You laugh at that "I'll think about it ok?"

He laughs, too. "That's progress, and I'll take it!"

Two weeks later, you are standing in front of your mirror in a baby blue slim summer dress staring at your reflection. You ended up agreeing to go and were confident about your choice until right now. Now that you were actually ready to go, you were feeling nauseous.

"Well daaaaaaamn!" Cregan yelled as he came in the room whistling

"Aren't you just the sweetest little thing?" He took you into his arms and kissed you on the nose. "You ready to go?" You took a big gulp and nodded.

The car ride to kings landing was about 20 minutes. You stared out the window as memories flooded your mind.

"Make sure you record his reaction! I want to see it. He's gonna be so excited to see you!" Heleana gushed over the phone

"Oh I will, I have never come to visit him at school before so this is going to be epic. OK I'm at his dorm building I'll text you later"

You hung up the phone entered the building and made your way up to room 3F. Where you always addressed all your letters.

You get your phone ready, turning the recording function on and knock on the door.

No one comes to the door, so you knock again a little louder.

Aemond swings open the door

"What man. ....." he freezes. Sweat on his forehead and a blanket wrapped around his waist.

"Hey baby, what are you doing here?" He asks you with a look of utter terror on his face.

You freeze. You can feel your heart beating in your throat. You don't say anything and just push passed him into the room. You see an older black haired woman naked with a sheet wrapped around her, trying to tiptoe her way into the bathroom.

Your legs start to shake and your stomach lurches.

"Shit! Baby, Hold on let me explain"

"Oh, ummm. Nope. No thanks." You push passed him back out of the room.

He grabs your arm "wait please give me just one second"

You swat his arm away "do not fucking touch me. Forget my name. Loose my number. I no longer exist to you." You're not yelling or screaming. This all comes out as more of a growl.

"Love?"

"Huh" you shake your head.

"Hey, we're here." Your stomach lurches, and your palms begin to sweat as you reach for the latch to open the door.

You both get out of the car and he comes around to your side and wraps his arm around your waist.

"We can sit in the back ok?"

"Yeah sounds good"

You enter the grand Sept to see a septa urging people to the left or right side. Left for guests of the groom and right for guests of the bride. You go to the very last row on the left and slide in.

People finish filing in, and the music starts. Cregan is at the end of the aisle with you beside him. First, the flower girl, Jaehaera heleanas's daughter, with her husband gwayne and then the ring bearer Jaehaerys , her twin brother. Then the grooms men and bridesmaids. The first pair is Cassandra's sister Floris with Aegons brother Daeron, then Heleana and Gwayne, followed by Cassandra's other sister Maris and Aegons long term friend Criston Then your face starts to heat up, and your stomach tightens as you see that stupid head of shaggy silver hair enter the room with his arm linked to Ellyn Cassandra's other sister. You immediately look down, not wanting to make eye contact.

They pass by your row, and you finally raise your head, seeing just his back now as he makes his way up the aisle. He takes his place, and you turn your head back to the entryway, seeing Aegon standing there with a huge smile plastered on his face. You can't help but smile. He was such a fuck boy in High-school and college seeing him so happy and proud to be getting married now was such a beautiful thing. You chastise yourself for almost skipping such a wonderful occasion. He makes his way up to the altar, and your eyes only follow him halfway there before turning around to look back at the entryway. Once the wedding March starts to play, you see Cassandra. She is in a beautiful white flowing wedding dress adorned with pearls with a beautiful veil that goes down her back and to the floor trailing behind her. Her father borros has his arm linked to hers and is walking her up the aisle to Aegon, and she has this huge smile plastered to her face.

"Would you want to get married in the grand Sept or on the beach?"

"Anywhere, as long as I'm marrying you " Aemond leans in kissing you softly.

"I'm serious! " You squeak hitting him with a pillow."I want to have it all planned out way ahead of time"

"Then plan it out, baby. Because no matter where it is, I'll show up to marry you"

Your eyes are watering through the rest of the ceremony. You keep your gaze locked on Aegon and Cassandra making sure to not look at the members of the wedding party at all.

Aegon and Cassandra kiss and everyone stands as they make their way out of the grand Sept to cheers and well wishes. Behind them the wedding party starts to filter out and on instict your turn your head and for the first time since your surprise visit to his dorm you make direct eye contact with Aemond. His good eye staying glued to you until he walks passed you and out of the Sept. Your stomach feels cold and your palms are sweaty.

And standing there wracked with nerves you think to yourself that you still need to make it through the reception.

A/N: I have a pt 2 for this almost ready to go. Just fixing it up a little. :)

Part 2

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dark-fics-4-you · 1 year

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Rafe Cameron Masterlist

* denotes dubcon/noncon

Series

Number One Fan* - You had always been close with your older step-brother, but are his affections for you more than familial?

Ch - One Two Three

not main chapters

stepbro!Rafe is almost caught hard around reader blurb

A Helping Hand - stepbro!Rafe is tall

No Way Out* - After you threaten to call the cops on your boyfriend, Rafe reminds you who holds all the cards in your relationship

Ch- One Two

Ex-Friends with Benefits* - After Rafe crosses a major boundary, you realize that it’s time to end this fling with your friend, but, as you are soon to find out, Rafe never gives up on anything he wants without a fight.

Ch- One Two Three

Nervous* - You never understood why your best friend's brother seemed to hate you until one night changed everything

Ch- One Two

Attention Whore* -After making you leave a party for wearing a revealing outfit, your boyfriend teaches you a lesson you’ll never forget.

Ch- One Two

Desperate Measures* - After you break up with Rafe, he realizes how far he would go to get you back, and what boundaries he would cross to keep you.

Ch- One Two Three

One Shots

Love Plus One * - After you get pregnant with your boyfriend of 3 years, you start to notice him becoming much more controlling of you

Silent Treatment * - Your older step brother can’t handle being ignored

How a Girlfriend is Supposed to Act * - After Rafe catches you texting your friend and telling them that you wants to break up with him, he decides to remind you of your place.

Golden Boy * - Rafe thinks you’re flirting with men at his father’s work event and takes his revenge by fucking you there.

My Girl *- Your childhood friend doesn't like that you've been hooking up with his best friend.

Late Night Run * - You catch Rafe Cameron's eye after he sees you jogging through his neighborhood.

Jealous * - Rafe can't stand that you're dating JJ Maybank.

Another Mess to Clean Up * - Rafe likes the new housemaid a bit too much.

Sleepover (somno)* - A sleepover at the Cameron's house goes wrong when you unexpectedly wake up in Rafe's room.

Silly Girl * - After accidentally making your best friend jealous, you learn what Rafe's true feelings toward you are.

Drabbles

StepBro!Rafe takes Reader’s virginity *

Just This Once * - Fed up with you being the perfect daughter in the eyes of Ward and Rose, Rafe decides to take everything from you and ruin your status as the golden child

Equal Exchange * - After accepting help from a stranger on a back road in the dead of night, you realize he expects you to pay him back, one way or another

Lie There and Look Pretty * - virgin!Reader wakes up to stepbro!Rafe inside of her

Daddy's Girl - Rafe takes submissive!Reader's virginity

Best Friend's Brother * - When you get trapped alone in your tormentor's room, you learn that even being Sarah Cameron's best friend won't save you from Rafe.

Heartless * - After a heated argument with your boyfriend gets physical, you learn what his idea of an apology is.

The Fastest Way to Make Up After an Argument * - After pissing off your boyfriend, Rafe finds a way to ensure you can never walk away from him.

#rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron noncon #rafe cameron dubcon #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfic

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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I just love the idea of falling for Bakugou before you’ve even met him, you know? Like him showing up in your life when you’re at your absolute lowest and helping you through? And little do you know that you’re doing the same for him? When he’s too proud to talk to any of his friends or ask for support.

Imagine it’s been a few weeks since you broke up with your boyfriend, and the breakup wasn’t amicable. You’re back to feeling lonely and isolated as you stay in the same apartment you used to cohabitate with him. Every room seems that much bigger, and his side of the bed is always cold. You’re trying to convince yourself that you’re over him as you trawl through dating apps and start the arduous process of deleting all the photographs of you together on your phone. Memories that now feel wasted as you remember what you once had, what you lost.

Your friends force you out one Friday night, sick of seeing you wallow in your own self-pity as you decide on an outfit to wear. It’s been well over two months and there’s still an ache in your chest, a void in your life that you’re yet to replace as you down shot after shot with your girlfriends. Instead of the alcohol numbing your pain, it begins to exasperate it. Reminding you of all the times your ex-boyfriend came home late smelling of other women, forgot your birthday or anniversaries and the fights you had together.

Telling your friends you were going to the restroom as you excited towards the smoking area of the bar, standing outside in the cool nighttime air as the heavy bass of the speakers dulled through the brick walls. If your friends knew what you were doing they’d probably tell you to stop, not to trudge up old memories but you couldn’t ignore the ache in your chest or the rage brewing behind your eyes.

Pulling your phone from your bag as you move to text him. A number that you’d long since deleted from your phone, but being with your ex for so long you typed it into your phone like muscle memory. Texting inebriated long abandoned as you held the phone to your ear as it rang, letting the rage build inside you as you heard a rugged “Hello?”

You didn’t wait before you exploded on the phone, unleashing the feelings you should’ve conveyed to him during the breakup. Alcohol fuelling your rage as you continued berating him for being a horrible person and a terrible boyfriend. You probably looked insane shouting as the other smokers congregated outside, but no one paid yo any mind as you continued to scream your fury at him.

Until the voice on the other end of the line spoke properly.

“You done yet?” You could hear the sarcastic lilt to his voice as you felt embarrassment begin to flood your body, “It sounds like you got terrible taste in men, sweetheart.”

You’d dialled the wrong number. And somehow even though he was a stranger and you’d been the one to call him by mistake, his words had you seething.

“You don’t fucking know me.”

“I know enough to know he’s a grade A asshole.” The man scoffed, “Sounds like you’d be better without him.”

“Yeah, well he thought that about me too.”

“He break up with you?” The guy asked nonchalantly but the question had you trying to mask your hurt.

“Yeah because I’m still not good enough for a guy that treated me like absolute shit,” You felt your voice raising again as your throat became hoarse, “Cause all men are fucking assholes.”

“Listen here, princess. I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I ain’t your boyfriend.”

The man continued to talk to you on the phone, even making sure you were okay before hanging up as you stepped inside the club with tears streaming down your cheeks. You hadn’t even realised you’d been crying— the slightest bit of kindness on the phone when he asked you if you were gonna be okay had you sobbing as you rejoined your friends.

But what you don’t expect is to wake up to a text from the same wrong number the next morning.

“You always go around giving random strangers shit on the phone, sweetheart?”

Originally I was gonna have this where Kirishima was your boyfriend and he died, and you keep calling his voicemail to hear his voice until one day the voicemail box is full and so the number redirects to Bakugou’s phone but I didn’t wanna kill Kiri😂😭

#Bakugou x reader #soft Bakugou #I would love to write an entire fic about this someday but for now just have my messy thoughts #literally just thinking about Bakugou accidentally coming into your life???

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tmzrkstan · 10 months

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nct dream as teen romances.

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★warnings: maybe cursing, relationship between minors (legal).

★genre: fluff, romantic tropes, (kinda of) korean school trope.

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★Mark:

•Not just a boyfriend, also a bandmate;

•Beeing raised abroad gave him an advantage to join the band (english speaker), and of course, his ability with music;

•You and your friends found everything that were looking for to complete what became a kinda famous band in the city;

•Don't took long for you two get along and spend some afternoons with his guitar and a composition book: "You did in a few days what the music did in my whole life."

•When the relantionship became official you just couldn't separate from each other;

•The lovely looks during performances, dates in karaokes and make out sessions at the "backstage" were always present;

•"We can't be sure about the band future, but I know we're never splitting up."

★Renjun:

• The boy admired you for a long time from afar;

•When he heard from a friend that you were looking for a boyfriend he gained courage;

•He had to miss some afternoons and even morning classes in order to finish a project to win you over;

•That's why you found a drawing of you made by hand, which was noticeable the use of watercolor, and behind it, his initials;

•You soon realized who it was from and decided to text him, which led to a sleepless night with your cell phone;

•Without taking too long to return the feelings, you started dating and he nicknamed you as his "muse";

•You can be sure that your dates would always end with you taking a drawing home, whether on a small canvas or on a napkin from the restaurant you went to;

•"The best part of drawing you is being able to look at you as much as I want."

★Jeno:

•If it wasn't for the jock who falls in love with the cheerleader, I'd be lying;

•Despite his popularity, he had to struggle to get the attention of everyone on the team, which led to him crashing several rehearsals;

•He made his interest obvious when he scored a decisive point in the game and dedicate it to you in front of the whole school;

•The minute I became his girlfriend, the whole school would suffer because of you two, like the team being forced to participate in his surprises, the game being stopped for you to kiss each other at each point;

•Despite the masculine and strong exterior, inside he looked like a puppy running after his owner, he was completely passionate and silly. It's visible how he would try to help you with the cheerleading thing;

•"So, the deal is if I win the game tonight, I got a make out session for as long as I want?"

★Haechan:

•At first, no one could tell if you were friends or not;

•You competed with everything you could for years now, Hyuck knew how to make you lose and made a point of winning every time, whether in a test, sports or any activity;

•One day you got tired of it all, making it clear to him that you didn't care about it anymore, and that sent him into a fit;

•His friends consoled him that this was his final victory, but he knew well that he wanted to win you instead. Pride made him say nothing 'till the moment;

•He chased you for days and you just ran, until you had no choice when he pinned you to the wall of an empty hallway: "You really are very stupid for not understanding what I wanted all of this time";

•Sure had a lot more drama until yall finally bring fellings out and started dating, a relationship full of silly little fights and a lot of teasing on both sides, this time with some kisses, caresses and loving words in between;

•"I admit you won, look who you made fall in love with you."

★Jaemin:

•You had your reasons and he had an (toxic) ex he wanted to win back, a little gossip going around and you ended up in a fake relationship;

•The plan was doing great, everyone was getting what they wanted, or at least what you thought that you wanted;

•After weeks of "fake" dates, talking about your lives, sharing secrets and dreams, Jaemin couldn't care less when his ex showed up at his house: "Sorry, but There's no way, I'm completely in love with her."

•When he realized this, appeared the other day at school with a huge bouquet and an even bigger smile stating that dating would no longer be fake;

•You thought he could take it back later, but the kisses and declarations of love he gave you made it clear how right he was about It;

•"In the very first minute of our deal, my feelings already became real, it would be impossible not to."

★Chenle:

•It's not like anyone was really forbidding it, like arresting you at home or hiring a security guard to follow you around, but your parents made it clear that they were against it;

•His family, more modest, did not agree with the luxurious way that Chenle lived with his, who preferred that his son was with someone more similar;

•They imagined that this was going to happen, that's why they even took a while to start dating, but when they got together, there was nothing he wouldn't do for you;

•The boy was used to always getting what he wanted, and this time it would be no different, he would just have to change his strategy, like going on hidden dates, finding empty places at school and running away at midnight, it made everything harder, but more exciting;

•"You can't give up on us, it's hard right now, but I promisse I'll make it worth it."

★Jisung:

•You two been friends since the first day you can remember;

•Always inseparable, if one wasn't welcome in a group of friends then the other wouldn't even consider staying in it;

•They faced everything together, all the first experiences, like tests, graduations, parties, simply everything. Even first love, which Jisung took a long time to realize when feelings changed;

•He freaked out every time he saw some guy trying to hit on you, or when you seemed interested in another one, but he didn't want to confess and look like a silly teen that ruins the friendship;

•You're the one who had to admit you liked him first, or you'd never start dating. And everyone, including the families, loved it.

•It doesn't changed much in reality, apart from the kissing/toching and your parents no longer letting you stay alone in your bedroom for so long.

•"I can't wait to spend my whole with my best friend."

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author: Hope yall like It<3

#nct #kpop #imagine #nct dream #nct dream imagines #park jisung #mark lee #haechan #jaemin #lee jeno #renjun #chenle #nct dream x reader #kpop imagines #nct dream reactions #romantic tropes

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stayandot8 · 5 months

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Caught In The Blast

Genre: angsty mess

Relationship type: exes

Important Contents: slight swearing, gahd dayum this hurt to write but enjoy the fruits of my 2-6am labor

WC: 2.1k

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The fight was a bad one. The worst one we’d ever had.

He hadn’t slept, I didn’t either. We were both in bad head spaces, I know that now. It was a conversation that never should have happened. It was a perfect storm of everything that could have gone wrong, did.

He had just come back from tour, which explained why he had his bags wih him. He came straight from the airport to my apartment, where I had been up waiting for him. He was four hours late, which he swore up and down wasn’t his fault. I tried to believe him, but there was a voice in the back of my head that told me he was lying for some reason. I had no grain of evidence for this accusation, yet I had convinced myself that this anthill was indeed the mountain I would die on.

He came in the door in a bad mood. The air around him was just exhausted and defeated, not normal to how he would come home from previous tour months. He almost threw his luggage down when he entered and sighed so loud I heard it across the room. Already irritated with how late he was, I checked the clock for the fourth time that hour and said the worst thing imaginable to start a conversation with your boyfriend that you haven’t seen in six months when you can already tell he’s in a bad mood.

“You’re late again.”

A great start.

“I know. I told you I was gonna be.”

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be four fucking hours late, Chris. That’s all.”

“Well I didn’t fly the plane, I don’t know what you would’ve wanted me to do.”

“Did you come straight from the airport or did you sneak off to the studio again? You have a tendency to do that.”

“Really? This again? Come on, I literally have my bags with me. I wanted to see you, so I came straight here. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is actually when we haven’t talked on the phone since you were in Japan. Especially when we talked every night before that.” I said that last part under my breath, not quite hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but rather just in case the pang in my chest that I would regret it later was right.

“Well, shit got busy, I don’t know what you want me to say. The closer we got to the end, the more tired I was.” Or was it because you didn’t miss me?

“A text telling me that wasn’t too much to do, was it? I just don’t see what would’ve been so hard about-”

“Look. I just landed, I came straight here, and all I want to do is sleep.” He dragged his bags into my room and left me alone in the living room, seething. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook like that, no. My innermost need to win any argument, a quality I got from my mother, wouldn’t let me. So I followed him into the bedroom to see him packing up some of his stuff into his bags.

“What are you doing?”

“I came here to be with my girlfriend after being away for months but if you’re going to be like this, then I’m going back to mine. I know I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

“When I’M being like this? Like what? I’m just being honest. A text isn’t too much to ask for, is it Chris? I feel like I haven’t talked to you in what feels like years and you come back and act like you don’t even want to be here! How am I supposed to react to that? What would you like me to say? I missed you so excuse me for wanting to know-”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘I’m sorry for being busy’? ‘I’m sorry that my job keeps me fucking exhausted all the time and I’m sorry that I can’t be there for you all the time’? This is my job, this is my life. This is what I signed up for. I have no room to complain about anything to anyone. Just,” He turned away from me to make for the connected bathroom. “Let me grab my stuff and I’ll be out of here.”

“Maybe when you eventually get back, I’ll be a happy, normal person again who never questions you and will always just be happy to see you whenever you grace me with your presence.” I turned to grab my stuff to storm out, ever the drama queen. “And if you see my boyfriend anywhere, let me know. Tell him to call me.”

“And when you find my girlfriend, tell her when she stops being a bitch for no reason, to come and find me.” He’d never called me that before. I don’t think he’d ever called anyone that before. It had come out of nowhere, seemingly from the depths of his chest with how much vigor he said it with. It was such a surprise that I dropped my coat and shoes on the floor. And then the rage hit.

“What did you just say?” I said to the door, not wanting to turn around. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“I knew I would regret that as soon as I said it.” I heard his voice come closer, but he knew better than to try and touch me. “I’m sorry.” The first apology of the night. “I shouldn’t have let my anger get the better of me. I haven’t slept and I’m not in my right mind.”

“You’re damn right you’re not in your right mind. And if this is what your ‘job’ has turned you into after this long, I’m not sure I can keep up. The man I know would never do that, no matter how stressed or how tired he was. He wouldn’t act like this.”

“This isn’t me, you know that.”

“I’m not sure what I know anymore.” I finally turned to him, my cheeks wet with my silent tears and my things forgotten on the floor. “What happened to you?”

“It’s too much to explain, you wouldn’t understand it all.”

“Then help me understand! I want to, so please just help me. Help me see the world of your profession through your eyes.”

“That’s just it! I can't! It’s not just a profession at this point. It has turned into my whole life. My whole life is under the control of people who don’t know me unless I make myself heard. I have to fight for my voice and sometimes even that isn’t enough. I’m not just fighting for me, I have seven other people I need to make sure whose voices are heard.”

“I know that, Chan. I know it’s not just you. But there comes a time when you have to put yourself first or else there won’t be anything left for you to fight with.”

“If you think that I wouldn’t fight until I have nothing left, then you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.”

“That kind of talk is self-destructive, Chan. You’re going to implode. There will be pieces of you on the walls of the JYP building. And you’re going to take me down with you.”

“If there are pieces of me left, then at least I will have made my mark on something. And I wouldn’t want my ‘self-destructive talk’ to infect anyone else, so I guess there should be as much distance between us as possible.” He pushed past me to get into my room, his empty bags in his hands. He started gathering his stuff and throwing it on my bed to pack it. “Wouldn’t want you to get caught in the blast.”

“Oh yeah, because I wouldn’t be there to pick them up like I have a dozen times before. Because everytime you call I’m there. Whenever you need me, I ran to you. But when I need you, where are you? I know you love to make everyone feel loved but when it counts? You feel like you’re being pulled in a thousand directions but why is that? Do you not put yourself there? You don’t help yourself! To the point where no one else can help either because we don’t know how!”

“Like you’ve ever asked how you can help me! You’re so focused on what’s wrong that you don’t see what’s right in front of you. I’m withering away and there’s nothing I can do! Nothing anyone can do…”

He collapsed onto the floor, in the middle of his half-packed bags, and curled into himself. Just like I had said, there was nothing I could do for him now. I had no ideas, no suggestions, no solutions for him.

I loved him. I knew in that moment I did. I knew it from the moment I met him and from that point on I would for as long as I lived. But I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn’t watch him self-destruct. If this was what it took for him to realize what he was doing to himself, then maybe it had to be done.

He grabbed his zip-up Mahagrid hoodie he used to wear for his lives that he had to do while he was at my house. I slept in it every night when he wasn’t here, which had been often nowadays.

“Can you at least leave that?”

“Why?” His tone was dead.

“You barely wear it anymore and you know it's my favorite. You’ve seen how often I sleep in it. Are you that bitter that you wouldn't let me have it?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s mine and I’m keeping it.” And he shoved it into his bag and zipped it up. “You’ll be fine.” There wasn’t any malice in his tone there, more like… remorse, if I had to put a name to it. Like he didn’t want to do it but had to to soothe some inner turmoil he was currently going through. He gathered his bags and gently shoved past me in the doorway. I think he believed I would try and stop him. One more disappointment to give him and on his way out, no less. He slowed when he got to the door and stopped when his hand had reached the door handle. It was like he didn't want to leave because he knew there was no coming back. In some way, I think he knew that this was the last straw and this…this would be the last time he knew that he would be on this side of that door. So I said the only thing I could think of that I knew was still true and would be until the day I stopped breathing.

“I love you, Chris.”

“I know.” And he closed the door gently behind him.

That was three days ago. My apartment was now littered with used tissues and empty cups of whatever I had in the fridge because it was the only thing I could keep down. I knew I did the right thing. That didn’t make it any easier. And honestly, I expected a text at the very least by now, but my phone was still black across the counter in the kitchen. I felt like I had been staring at it everyday when I woke up until the moment I fell asleep. I spent the last 72 hours moping around my apartment, doing nothing but avoiding the calls from my parents, friends, and anyone whose name wasn’t Chris Bang. Which never came.

Staring at the contents of my fridge, I couldn’t help the chill that shot down my spine. I had to settle for one of my own hoodies, not nearly giving the sense of home that I had been very dearly missing for the past three days. The fuzz of this sweatshirt just wasn’t cutting it and to be real with myself, I missed him. I fucking missed him a lot.

God damnit.

There was nothing in this fridge. Who was I kidding, I hadn’t gone shopping in a week and it was starting to show. The shelves were empty and for the first time, I was actually starting to feel the hunger. Swallowing what little self-respect I had, I put on my shoes, grabbed my keys, and opened my front door.

And there it was, in its black and white lettering glory. Sitting in a cardboard box was his zip-up hoodie. No letter, nothing else in the box, just this. The last piece of him that I would have, thanks to him.

He would always love me. Just like I would always love him. Nothing would ever change that. Maybe later in life, we could come back together. There was always that hope. But until then, we would have to settle for this; deep down, I knew that promise to always root for each other still stood. I knew he would keep up his end.

I never took it off.

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livyjh · 7 months

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Temptation ch.7

Co-written with @fhatbhabie

No outbreak!Dbf!Joel x Fem!Plus size!Reader

Series Masterlist

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Summary: After breaking things off with your toxic boyfriend, you move back home with your dad. His best friend and neighbor, Joel Miller, takes an interest in you. But you’re the one who has to convince him to make the first move.

Chapter warnings: use of y/n, mention of social media, someone runs into an ex, reader feels bad about herself, dirty talk, smuuut, unprotected p in v (don’t do this), brat tamer!Joel, gendered terms used toward reader, rough oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink (duh), sort of public sex???, mirror sex, choking, fight, making up.

Divider art by: @saradika

“Sarah, I need your opinion on something.” You said as you walked into her room. “Have you seen these like pheromone perfumes on Tiktok?”

“Oh my god yes! Been wanting to try it out.”

“Let's fucking do it.” You pulled up the website on your phone and quickly order 2 bottles.

“Wait… who are you gonna use it for?” You ask.

“I've been kinda seeing this guy at school for a while and I think it's serious. We've got our 5th date in about a week so you know what that means.”

“Ahhh I do. Well hopefully it'll get here before your date.”

Within 7 days you received a small box in your mailbox and quickly ran over to Joel's.

“Sarah!!” You squealed as you ran to her bedroom. “Look what's here!”

“Yes!!” She takes the box and quickly opens it pulling out 2 roller ball perfumes. She opened one and put it up to her nose. “I mean… it smells good but like, it smells the same as any other perfume.”

“Aww...” you pout. “Well that was a waste…”

“I'll still wear it on my date tonight. Maybe it affects men differently?”

“Fingers crossed I didn't just waste $40.” You said, making Sarah laugh.

“Whatcha got there girls?” Joel said making you and Sarah jump.

“I told Y/N about my date and she ordered me some perfume for tonight. Just got here in time.” Sarah said smiling innocently at Joel.

He laughed and rolled his eyes playfully at her. “Speaking of date… since Sarah's gonna be out why don't we go on a date?” Joel asked, looking at you.

“We'd have to go out of town honey.” You felt Sarah elbow you on the side making a light bulb go off in your head. Date out of town means getting a hotel room, and getting a hotel room means wild monkey sex.

“Sarah you can manage the house by yourself right?” Joel asked.

“Of course, dad. No worries here.”

Later that afternoon you walked out of your room with an overnight bag and grabbed your keys and purse.

“Where you off to?” Your dad asked.

“Couple of girlfriends are throwing a sleepover.”

“You never mentioned a sleepover.”

“Yeah but I wasn't sure if I was working this weekend and I'm not so I decided to join last minute.” What a good liar.

“Okay, just be safe.”

“Will do, dad.” You walked out of the house and saw Joel leaning on the hood of your car with his overnight bag and you tossed him the keys. You tossed both of your bags in the back and sat upfront. Joel got in and drove off. You felt your phone buzz and saw Sarah had texted you.

Sarah: wear a condom ;)

You: haha you too <3

About an hour later you ended up in San Antonio. Joel pulled into this beautiful hotel and opened the door for you.

“What a gentleman.” You teased. He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked you in. Not long after, you got into the elevator and went up to the room. Walking into the room it felt like a dream come to life. There was a beautiful king sized bed in the middle of the room that faced out across the city skyline.

“Jesus, Joel... you went all out.”

“Well, I realized we've never really been on an official date so I had to make it special.” He kissed your temple and pulled you close.

“What do you have planned first?” You asked.

“Dinner in about an hour? That enough time to get ready?”

“Plenty.” You pecked his lips and grabbed your bag, making your way to the bathroom.

You took a quick shower and tossed your hair up into a neat bun, leaving your neck exposed. You slipped on a short, dark red dress that accented your body beautifully. You applied mascara and lipstick and looked over yourself in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom, locking eyes with Joel. He was in a black button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shirt was tucked into a pair of khakis and dress shoes, with his gray curls slicked back. Not gonna lie, just looking at him dressed up made your panties get soaked.

“Must be a fancy place.” You hum.

“Only the best for you, darlin’...”

After a short drive Joel pulled in front of the restaurant. It was so damn fancy, the name of the restaurant was hard to pronounce.

“Let me go check and see if the table is ready, I'll be back.” He kissed your cheek and got out of the car, making his way inside. You pulled your phone out of your purse and heard something drop onto the floorboard of your car. You leaned down and saw it was the pheromone perfume.

“Forgot about you...” you muttered to yourself. “Here goes nothin’.” You rolled some on both sides of your neck right under your ears and a little on your wrists and your ankles, just ‘cause Joel tends to like your ankles around his head. Sarah wasn't wrong, it smelled good but just like any other perfume.

Joel walked back out and jumped into the car. “They said about another half hour.”

“Okay honey, we can wait.” He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to his nose. He started sniffing up your arm and right to the spot under your ear where you put the perfume on. You swore you could hear him groan.

“Fuck, you smell so fuckin good…” he muttered against your skin, making you giggle.

“Thank you, baby.” Thank you Tiktok.

You walked into the restaurant with Joel and sat at the table. You flipped through the menu and muttered.

“What was that darlin?”

“Don't even know what half of this stuff even is…” you said giggling.

“First time being wined and dined?” A woman said as she aproched the table. She was skinny… like the skinny every girl wants to be; no tummy, big boobs and big butt. She had long blonde hair and looked about Joel's age.

“Crystal?” He said as he stood up and pulled her into a hug.

“Joel Miller! Who would have thought I'd see you here on a date.” She said, laughing. Fuck… she had a perfect laugh and perfect teeth too. She turned to you and smiled, holding out her hand.

“Don't mean to be rude. I’m Crystal, an old friend of Joel's.”

“Y/N, I'm his girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Wow. Took me years to break him out of his shell and only once did I hear the L word. But don't worry you got yourself a good man sweetie.” She smiled and gave Joel one more hug before she walked away.

“Ex-girlfriend?” You asked, looking back down at the menu.

“We used to hook up. Years ago.”

“Ah. I see.” You said coldly. He grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss on your wrist.

“Nothing compared to you.” He said, making you smile. Couldn't stay mad at him forever. It was her loss.

After you both finished your meals you convinced Joel to order the one thing you've been looking forward to since you got here; chocolate covered strawberries.

“Don't understand the fuss of fruit dipped in chocolate.”

“Because you've never tried them. Here.” you grabbed a strawberry and held it up to his mouth. He took a bite causing strawberry juice to run down his lips and down your hand.

“Okay, that's pretty good…” he said as he ate what he had in his mouth.

“Told you. Gotta expand your taste palette.” You wiped his bottom lip with your thumb and unexpectedly he grabbed your wrist and took your thumb in his mouth. He ran his tongue down, licking up all the juice that was left behind, making you whimper.

“Taste and smell good.” he smirked

“Baby, you have no idea.” You winked at him.

After what felt like forever (well at least it did for Joel) you walked back into the hotel room and kicked off your heels and tossed your purse and phone on the small dresser under the TV. Joel quickly stripped down and picked you up and tossed you on the bed.

“Can't be smellin that damn good while we're out in public darlin… you know how many times I wanted to sit you on that table’n fuck you in front of everybody?”

“Why didn't you?” You teased.

“You woulda liked that wouldn't you?” He quickly unzipped your dress and tossed it to the corner of the room. He looped his fingers around your panties and slipped them off making you gasp at the cool air hitting your wet core.

“Look at that… already fuckin soaked...” he wasted no time and slid right into you making you ball the sheets into your fists. He always warmed you up but tonight he couldn't wait any longer. You felt his girth stretch you out blissfully, making both of you groan.

“Fucking hell, Joel.” You moaned out.

“That’a girl. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ beautifully.” He fastened his pace as he grabbed your ankles and rested both of them on his shoulders.

You clenched around him, anxious to see what he would say when he would catch a whiff on your ankles. He turned his head and kissed the inside of your calf and made his way down to your ankle making him chuckle at the smell.

“Filthy fuckin’ girl. You know how much I like having you like this...” he grabbed your legs and pushed them far up to where you were the one with your ankles on each side of your head.

His thrusts got more brutal and in the new position he had you in made you feel everything.

You moaned out a string of curses only making Joel be even more brutal. He felt you tighten around him letting him know you were close. He quickly pulled out of you making you whine at the empty feeling.

“Joel!” you yelped.

He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you up close to his face. “Don't be a brat.” he spat out.

“I was close.” You whined again. He tightened his grip on your neck a little more and pulled you off the bed pushing you down to your knees.

“Open.” He said. You didn't want to give in, you were having way too much fun, so you shook your head “no” making his eyes turn dark.

“I said…” he lets go of your neck and grips onto your jaw tight, making you whimper. “Open your fuckin’ mouth.”

You looked up at him and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. His hand moved to the back of your head as he wrapped your hair around his fist. He leaned down and spit on your tongue. You quickly swallowed and opened your mouth back up again, just begging for more.

He tapped his tip on your tongue, making the precum drop in your mouth. He put his other hand on the back of your head and pushed you all the way down his length, making you gag. You tried pushing back a little to get some air but he was too strong.

“Breathe through your nose, girl. Don't act like you've never choked on my cock before.” He started moving your head up and down his length, each time his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, making tears roll down your cheeks.

Joel pulled you off his dick by your hair with a string of saliva still connecting your lips with his tip. You looked up at him, breathing heavy with your eyes all puffy, mascara streaks on your cheeks and your lips swollen.

“You done being a brat?” He asked as he wiped the corner of your mouth. You take his thumb into your mouth and nod. He pulled his thumb out, making a small *pop* sound.

“Yes daddy… I'll be good.” You muttered, still trying to catch your breath and clearing the sticky precum that was stuck in the back of your throat.

“Good girl. Up.” He demanded. You quickly got up and he wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked over and opened the sliding door, walking both of you out on the balcony.

“Joel.” You breathe.

He pressed your back against the railing and wrapped his hand around your neck again. “Want you to be real good for me darlin’ and listen. I want you to be loud. Want the whole fuckin’ city to hear you screaming my name.”

“Y- Yes daddy…”

“Good girl...” he lined himself up to your entrance and slammed back into you, making you yelp. He wrapped his other arm around your lower back and started pounding into you. You dug your nails into his shoulders, trying to keep yourself up on him. He thrusted into you brutally, making you scream his name over and over and over… no doubt everyone in the rooms connected to yours heard you.

“Music to my fuckin’ ears.” He said as he gripped your neck tighter.

“Can't no one fuck this pussy like me, baby doll. Fucking remember that.” He grunted.

“Yes, Joel, fuck yes!!!” you cried out, tossing your head back with your eyes closed, making Joel start sucking on your neck like a damn vampire. You opened your eyes and felt tears stream down your face.

“Takin’ my cock so fucking well, doll...” Joel groans into your neck. You tried to respond but all that came out was mumbling nonsense.

“Look at you... so fucked out you can't even talk right.” He saw the tears drying on your cheeks and chuckles. “Cryin’ over daddy's cock aren't you?”

You tried responding again but the only thing that came out was his name. He moves both his hands to your ass and walks you back inside. He walked you over into the bathroom and sets you down, bending you over the sink. He grabs your hair and pulls your head up making you look in the mirror. He wasn't wrong. You looked so fucked out you didn't recognize yourself.

“Eyes on me the entire time. If you don't listen, you don't get to cum.” He slides back into you, making you groan, missing the feeling of him even though it was only a minute. You kept eye contact through the mirror but you couldn't help but glance at your own face. Eyes all puffy cheeks full of mascara stains and a red handprint on your neck along with a few hickeys. He wrapped his hand around your neck again and pulled you close so now your back was touching his chest, making the tip of his cock hit that beautiful sweet spot.

“God fuck, Joel, I’m gonna fucking cum!!” You screamed out.

“That's right baby doll… milk my fucking cock with that delicious pussy.” He groaned in your ear. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you released your juices all over him. His thrusts became more sloppy the more tight you got around him.

“Good fucking girl. Gimmie one more.” he wrapped his hand around and rubbed your clit roughly making your vision blur.

“Sh- Shit!!” You felt your legs wobble as a stream of hot cum squirted out of your cunt, making Joel groan and fill you with his hot sticky seed. You felt your walls milking him, making sure every last drop was safe inside you. You rested your head on his shoulder, trying to regain feeling in your legs and trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“Fuck...” he groaned. “I swear to God your pussy is so fucking magical darlin’..”

You chuckled at him. He slowly slid out of you and sat you up on the counter. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him into a kiss.

“I love you…” he muttered on your lips.

“I love you too Joel…”

The next morning you woke up and found yourself alone in bed. You grabbed your phone and texted Joel.

You: where are you baby?

Joel: downstairs grabbing breakfast. Get dressed and I’ll wait for you darlin.

You got dressed and made your way down to the lobby. You looked around and saw Joel sitting at a table with Crystal, the woman from last night. You got a little closer so you could hear what they were saying but not too close to where they could see you.

“Joel… I miss us.” She said.

“Crystal-” he began.

“I heard you and your little play toy last night fucking like rabbits on the balcony. Reminded me of how you used to fuck me. Tell you the truth no one's made me feel the way you did, Joel.” She said as she rubbed her hand up and down his bicep.

“What the fuck…” you muttered. You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. You quickly went back up to the room and started packing your things. Not long after Joel walked in and found you sitting on the bed, staring out the window.

“Darlin’? I was waiting on you.”

“Oh… sorry I wasn't feeling good so I went back to sleep. Just woke up.” you stood up and grabbed your bag. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah… let's go.”

The entire car ride you stared out the window and didn't say a word. Joel tried starting a conversation but you just replied with either “Mhm” or “Yeah.”

He pulled into your drive way and noticed your dad wasn't home.

“Wanna come to my place? Maybe we can sleep some more.” he said

“No m’fine.” you took your keys from him and walked into your house locking the door behind you feeling tears roll down your cheeks.

It had been a few days since you spoke to Joel. You’d come home from work and would see him outside staring at you waiting for you to come over and kiss him but you just waved at him and went inside. You did that every day. Until he got sick of it.

You were sitting in the living room when your phone went off right next to you.

Joel: meet me at my house. Now.

You sighed and slipped your shoes on and made your way over. You only knocked on the door once and he opened it, pulling you in.

“What the hell, Joel? Let me go.”

“What's wrong with you?” He asked.

“I don't know what you mean…”

“You haven't said more than 2 words to me since last weekend. I thought we had a great time together.”

“We did Joel.”

“Then what's fucking going on with you??”

“You and fucking Crystal!” You yelled out, leaving Joel speechless. “I saw you talking to her in the lobby the morning we left. She was talking about how much she missed you and how no man can make her feel the same way you did.”

“Y/N…”

“I don't blame you, you know. She's pretty and skinny. She must be a good lay since you fucking hugged her. Oh and she's not 30 years younger than you, so there's that.”

“Y/N it was nothing! We used to hook up. Why are you getting so bent out of shape over this?”

“Because I love you, you fucking idiot!!” You sobbed. “When I said I love you it wasn't post sex I love you it was an I love you I love you.” You quickly wiped your tears and took a deep breath. “I never asked you to say it back… but the fact that you told her you did and all she was was a hook up buddy-”

“She was just my friend with benefits. I didn't love her like I love you…”

“Y-You do?”

“Christ girl, yes. Fuckin’ crazy about you. Can't get enough of you. You not know how bad I want you to just move in here with me? I wanna spend every moment with you. You’re the last thing I wanna see at night and the first thing I wanna see in the mornin’...” he grabbed your hands and pulled you closer to him. “I love you, Y/N…”

“I love you too, Joel…”

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generalllimaginesss · 6 months

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The End of Things as We Know it

Pt. twoooo

part 1 is here

The 4 months between the time that Y/N had left Quinn and the present day had resulted in him being in a constant state of autopilot. It felt like everything he did was out of instinct, like he was doing everything he could to just survive. Quinn was fully capable of taking care of himself without Y/N, or any girl for that matter, but the way Y/N had gone about leaving him was as if the rug that he was standing on had been pulled out from underneath him, knocking the breath out of him and struggling to get back up.

When you share your life with somebody for 6 years, fully expecting to marry them one day, their sudden absence hurts like hell. One minute Quinn caught himself going to text her number about something funny that Elias had told him, but the next he wanted to delete her number, block her on everything, and never look back. He could never bring himself to actually do it, hoping that one random morning he'd wake up with a text explaining how it was a mistake and she decided she wanted to move with him to Vancouver. Very unrealistic, but he held out hope for it.

It felt like the days were meshing together, the line between yesterday, today, and tomorrow running thin. His teammates had tried to help him get over this slump, and their attempts worked sometimes. But they only ever lasted temporarily. They set up dates for him, but Quinn could never commit to a second date. He found that no girl stood a chance to take Y/N's spot. They were all plastic, all the same with a personality that was mediocre, at best, when compared to Y/N.

"Q, you ready?" Petey nudged him with his shoulder, hoping to bring him out of his trance and back to boarding the plane for their game in Florida. Petey knew this would be a rough game, seeing as it would be the closest that Quinn had been to Y/N since they had broke up, and he was still three and a half hours away from her.

"Yeah, sorry," Quinn gathered his backpack and loaded onto the plane, sitting between Elias and the window.

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After that first very awkward meeting with Matthew and Y/N, they hit it off pretty quickly. When Y/N had explained how she was Quinn Hughes' ex, he wished she would have been anybody else's ex girlfriend in the NHL. He felt guilty at first, not wanting to hurt Quinn even more than he probably was. He kept Quinn in the back of his mind for the first month that him and Y/N were talking, trying to talk himself out of falling for the girl, but he soon realized that trying to push those feeling to the back of his mind made him pine after her even more.

Y/N was a little hesitant at first, knowing that the Tkachuks and Hughes family were fairly close. As time went by though, she confided in Matthew more and more. Not only did she explain to Matthew why she broke up with Quinn, she assured him that Quinn was the best boyfriend, and only serious one that she had ever had.

Instead of feeling threatened or jealous of this, Matthew respected it. However, it made falling for Y/N even worse. He wished like hell that they had left on bad terms, that way he wouldn't feel like he was stealing Y/N and he would feel slightly less guilty for the feelings that he harbored concerning the girl.

"I'm packing my bag and then I'm headed to Matt's," The phone was pressed against Y/N's ear using her shoulder as she folded a few pairs of pants and shirts to place into her bag.

"Oh, okay Miss Ma'am...does this make this, what, the fourth time you spend the weekend with him?" Y/N didn't have to be face to face with Collins to know that she was wearing a smirk and a suggestive eyebrow.

"Something like that," Y/N mumbled, but couldn't fight the smile that was creeping onto her face.

"You know they're playing Vancouver though, right?" Collins was worried for her friend. She had seen Y/N go through the heartbreak after her relationship with Quinn, but watching her personality blossom with Matt had given her hope that Y/N was over the Canuck's player.

"The way I see it is that there are so many places to go in Miami that there's no way me and Matt will run into him. Even if we do, it wouldn't kill me to see him. I'm in a really good place right now, with a really good job. I'm a quarter of the way done with my Master's degree and I have a boyfriend that's loving and easy on the eyes," Y/N explained, but she wondered if she was trying to convince herself, more or less, of these things. She was happy, sure, but her memories with Quinn were like a scar on her heart. As long as she didn't pick at it, it wouldn't bleed and would heal.

"Ok, well Jackson is about to have a fit because we're running late for a dinner reservation. Call me if you need anything at all, Y/N. I mean it-"

"Alright, Mom," Y/N laughed as she heard Jackson intensely encourage Collins to get in the car, strung together with a few profanities.

"Love ya, girlie," Collins smiled as she hung up the phone.

Y/N was extremely blessed with the support system that she had gained in Orlando. In the 4 months that she had been down here, her and Collins had an unbreakable bond. She was the sister that Y/N had always wanted, always up for a drink and some gossip. It was crazy to think that it took such a short amount of time to find her platonic soulmate.

Y/N threw some toiletries and a phone charger into her bag before sending Matt a quick text letting him know that she was about to be on her way. He sent her a "drive safe" text, along with a heart emoji.

The three and a half hour drive wasn't terrible to Y/N. She loved just jamming out to all kinds of music, occasionally having to yell at some idiot that forgot to use a blinker or cut her off. She found that it was therapeutic almost. It helped her take her mind off of work and school and just feel free.

The drive felt short, but as she pulled into Matt's driveway she found herself smiling like a schoolgirl. Matt was already waiting on the front porch, ready to grab her bags and give her a bear hug.

"Matty!" Y/N squealed as she skipped to the man that was barefoot in the driveway, patiently waiting on her.

"If it isn't the most amazing girl in the world pulling up in my driveway..." He kissed her on the cheek, picking her up and giving her a spin before setting her back down. A string of giggles followed, Y/N immediately feeling the butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

Matthew helped her get her bags, barely closing the door and dropping the bag when he trapped Y/N against the wall, attaching their lips together.

The first time that the two kissed, Y/N felt icky. Even though she broke up with Quinn, she couldn't help but feel like she was cheating on him. It was a shock to kiss somebody new after kissing the same boy for six years. However, she began to let herself just live. When she began to dwell on Quinn, Matthew somehow interrupted her thoughts, whether it was with a phone call, FaceTime, text or kiss.

Matthew broke the kiss off in dire need of a breath, but he placed one last peck on her lips before taking her bags to his room and returning to her sprawled out on the couch. He smiled, wondering what in the world he managed to do right in order to have someone as perfect as her in his life, let alone on his couch.

"How was the drive?" He called to her from the kitchen, grabbing two Michelob Ultra's, one for him and one for her, and returning to the couch. Hockey replays were blaring from the tv, so he hit mute and handed the beer to Y/N.

"You know...my own private concert mixed in with a couple of dumbasses that should not have gotten their driver's license," She opened the can while placing her feet in Matthew's lap. He instinctively began rubbing them with his free hand and sipped on his drink with the other.

"I think you should give me a concert. Who knows, you might be the next Beyonce or Taylor Swift and I would never know..." He poked her in the side, watching her squirm from him, careful not to spill her drink.

"Trust me, if I was the next Taylor Swift or Beyonce I would not be working the job I am right now," She watched as he never tore his attention away from her. He managed to make her feel like the most important person wherever they were. They could be walking down the street and she would still have his undivided attention.

“So school’s coming along ok?” Matt drew circles on the top of her leg as he waited for her response.

Y/N groaned, tired of being so overwhelmed with the projects and assignments, “I’ve got three and a half more semesters and then I’ll be done. I’ve got to look at it like that so I feel motivated to finish.”

Matthew took a sip of his drink, his index subconsciously tapping Y/N's leg, "Don't take it for granted. Sometimes I wish I would've just went to college and then focused on the NHL."

Y/N flashed a soft smile at the boy that sat beside her, "And what would you have studied, Mr. Tkachuk?"

He sat for a few seconds, playing out his life had he not made one of the most important decisions he possibly would ever make. He honestly had only planned for the NHL. The only reason he would have went to Notre Dame would be to prepare himself more for the draft.

"Probably like sports medicine, maybe Kinesiology...I don't know though, never really gave it much thought," He watched as Y/N's face fell slightly. He was confused at this until she spoke up.

"That's what Quinn wanted to do," She tried to lift the corners of her mouth to produce a smile, but the more she did that she wanted to cry. She settled for a sigh instead, trying to ignore the memories of Quinn and her freaking out when they both got accepted into Michigan.

"I know this weekend is going to be hard for you. If you need closure or anything from him, it won't hurt my feelings at all if you need to have a conversation with him. Sometimes it makes things easier to get over just seeing that the other person is ok," Matthew offered his advice, not wanting things to turn awkward.

Y/N hummed in response, appreciating him trying to help, but she didn't think that he had any idea how deep Quinn's and hers relationship went. Things wouldn't be ok just from having a simple conversation. She appreciated the thought though.

"I don't know. I told Collins it wouldn't kill me to have to speak to him, but we're going to keep it to a minimum. I highly doubt we run into each other anyway," Y/N felt herself becoming smaller, like the day she had broken up with Quinn. This feeling never completely went away, resurfacing every now and then, especially when Quinn was the topic of conversation.

"Brady doesn't know about us, so there's a slim chance that Quinn does. That may make you feel a little better,” Matthew was confident enough in the budding relationship he had with Y/N, so he recognized that Y/N would feel hurt seeing Quinn for the first time since their breakup. He’d never had a relationship last 2 years, let along 6. He couldn’t imagine how hard it must be moving on from that. All he could do was be there for Y/N. In the short time that they’ve been together, he’s realized that Y/N is one of a kind. She loves hard, plays hard, but at the end of the day she wears her heart on her sleeve and cares deeply for those around her. No matter how much he wanted her not to hurt, seeing Quinn would do something to her, so he just had to accept that.

“You’re thinking really hard there Mister,” Y/N poked him in the stomach with her big toe. He gave it a playful pat, releasing a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Just thinking about how much I love you,” He said it before realizing the magnitude of it. When he saw the slight shock on Y/N’s face, he wanted to take it back. Not that he didn’t mean it, he meant it 100%, but he could tell she wasn’t quite there yet.

“Oh,” Was all that Y/N had managed to voice. She wanted to say it back so bad, but something inside of her was fighting it.

“Don’t feel obligated to say it yet. I want you to say it when you feel ready,” Matthew squeezed her calf and got up, getting ready to prepare dinner.

“How do you like your steak?” Matthew changed the subject as he laid out the utensils he would need for the grill.

“Medium rare, more on the medium side though,” She replied, but she couldn’t help but think that Quinn already knew that. Did he still remember it? Was he going out on dates and did he bring her up?

“Alright, I’ll be back in a few,” Matthew announced as he walked out the back door. Y/N could hear the rustling of the grill as he situated everything. She didn’t like talking about Quinn, but sometimes she just couldn’t stop herself.

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Y/N was glad that she woke up to Matthew gone to practice because she felt sick. It wasn't because of her stomach or head, but she just felt like something wasn't quite right with her. Just off. She didn't know how to fix it because she didn't know what was wrong, so she just made a cup of hot peppermint tea and began getting ready for the day.

She helped Matthew out by washing some of his clothes and unloading the dishwasher from the night before. This is how her day went up until she had to get ready for the game, looking for things to keep her busy so that her mind wouldn't get the best of her. She succeeded for the most part until her phone dinged and the name that belonged to the text scorched a hole right through her heart, the sickly feeling she had when she woke up returned worse and she felt like she was going to throw up every substance in her stomach.

Message from Q<3

I know you're not expecting this, but I'm in Miami. We play the Panthers tonight, and I know it's last minute, but would you want to grab a snack after the game? It's fine if not, just didn't want to be rude and not let you know I'm close by. Or at least as close as I'll probably be to you.

Quinn was right, Y/N wasn't expecting the message. She wished like hell she would've blocked him or something because all of the work she had done for the past 4 months had been for nothing. He sent her back to square one of trying to get over their relationship. She couldn't though. Matthew had just told her that he loved her and it wouldn't be fair to stream both guys along.

She decided the best thing to do was not respond. As much as she told herself that she would be fine talking to him, the fact that a simple text sent her into such a deep spiral so quickly proved she wasn't ready yet. She didn't know if she ever would be. Everything in her screamed and cried to just respond, but she just couldn't. If she allowed him back in her life, even just for small talk, she was afraid that she would drop everything and go back to him. She simply took that option away from herself. Everything was so perfect in her life right now, and she didn't want to mess that up.

Time seemed to speed up, so she got ready for the game, throwing her hair into a claw clip, wearing a light face of makeup, and throwing one of Matt's Panther's shirt that he had gotten for her with some black ripped mom jeans. It wasn't like she was trying to impress anybody. Matthew sure didn't care, and that was good enough for her.

She got into her vehicle and began to drive to the stadium, getting there in just a few minutes. Matthew had given her a ticket, one in the same spot that she had been sitting in for the past few home games. As happy as she was to be sitting close to the Panther's bench, she had a clear view of the visitor bench. She had a few minutes before the players were going to start warming up, so she busied herself with her phone, not wanting to look up in case she saw Quinn.

It was no use though, seeing as when she heard the first skate go across the ice she looked up. It was as if whoever was in charge of her life couldn't just let them ignore each other.

Quinn was the first one to hit the ice, ready to warm up before the game. He skated from the visitor's bench all the way to the penalty box, looping around and checking the arena out. As soon as he looked toward the Panther's bench he noticed her in the stands. It was like some magnet forced his eyes to gravitate towards her. They made eye contact for a split second before she broke it by looking back at her phone. He noticed the Panther's t-shirt, finding it odd that she had only been here for a few months and suddenly she had found a new team to root for.

He tried to shake her from his thoughts, making eye contact with Petey who immediately connected the dots. Petey skated over to him to see what kind of mindset he was in.

"You ok?" Peter cocked an eyebrow at the messy-haired defensemen. Quinn nodded, but didn't speak. He was past speaking, he had to focus on the task at hand, no matter what. His team needed him a whole lot more than the girl in the stands.

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The game was going in favor of the Panthers, with just a couple of minutes left on the ice they were up 5-1. The clock ran out and the horn signaled the end of the game. As Y/N was about to make her way to her car to wait on Matthew, she saw Quinn out of the corner of her eye. She could have just walked away, she probably should have, but she froze. He was skating closer to her, right back on the visitor's bench. He motioned for her to come over, to which Y/N listened. She really didn't know if she could have stopped herself if she wanted to. This force lulled her into the presence of Quinn.

His hair was a mess and damp from sweat and melted ice, but Y/N thought he looked like the same perfect Quinn. The one she had fallen in love with all those years ago playing dodgeball. In a perfect life, Quinn would be walking up to her smiling, asking her to go out to eat and go back home to Vancouver with him. This wasn't a perfect life though, and the circumstance that the two were in sucked.

"I didn't know you were a fan," Quinn gestured to Y/N's shirt, causing the girl to look down at it out of instinct. In her perfect world she would still be wearing Quinn's jersey.

"Things change. Decided I wanted to support local since I live near and all," The pit at the base of Y/N's throat was threatening to close her airway off, anxiety beginning to creep up.

"Things do change," Quinn shifted his weight from his right skate to his left, readjusting the gloves in his hands.

"I told myself that if you wanted to text me back then you would," He admitted, not wanting to tear his eyes from Y/N's in fear he would miss them when he left.

"So why did you call me over?" It took everything in Y/N to muster up the words.

"I don't know. I can't remember there being a time where we have gone this long without talking," Quinn wanted to tell her it was because he needed to hear her voice, had to know that she was ok.

"Because we haven't," Y/N whispered, but Quinn heard.

"I think I'm going to grab some ice cream or something after this. Did you want to come with me?" Quinn prayed that she would. He needed more time with her, craved it.

"I have plans. I'm coming home for Christmas though...if you're going to be in Michigan maybe we can meet for coffee sometime," Y/N knew it was a dangerous offer, the comfort of home could bring back all of the memories of being in love with him. She thought she should take her chances though.

"Yeah, that sounds good," He said, distracted for a second as Petey was whistling for him from the tunnel.

"I should get going. You know how impatient Petey gets when somebody keeps him waiting," Quinn chuckled, but only earned a half-hearted smile from Y/N.

"Bye, Quinn," Y/N was eager to leave, not wanting herself to fall into the trap that this conversation is anything more than an old lover checking on the other.

"See you later, Y/N," He watched her walk away, hearing her make her way up the arena stairs before she disappeared. A little piece of his heart continuing to go with her.

Although anger consumed him when they first broke up, in this instance he felt like finding a small corner and just bawling like a baby. He never allowed himself to feel that since they broke up, so he thought that maybe now was an appropriate time. He could feel the tears brimming, but he'd save them until he went to sleep back at the hotel room.

Maybe it was time to let her go. Maybe this was the start to that.

soooo this went in a completely different direction than originally planned, but what you see is what you get. I slightly proofread it, but I make no promises that it's any good. I've been simultaneously working on part three to the Trevor and Hatton AU. Whatever matches my mood is what I tend to work on, but keep an eye out for it soon! Leave feedback, or if you have any requests send them my way. As always, thanks for reading!!

#quinn hughes #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #matthew tkachuk #Canucks #I have no social life #seasonal depression is kicking my butt #All my favorite players are getting injured

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propertyofwicked · 1 year

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never have i ever... | rafe cameron

not my gif

warnings: none that i can think of :)

had a troll pt1

“rafe isnt who you think he is. you need to leave before he turns on you too”

the text wasn’t what you were expecting to receive from an anonymous number on your way to work at the country club. you were used to getting dirty looks from kook girls at the club who would sell their souls to spend one night with your boyfriend, but texting you was a new level of obsessed. did it worry you? not really. you’d heard things about rafe and what he was capable of - mainly from your brother. john b and rafe had a long standing history of hatred for each other, which had only gotten more extreme when he had caught rafe climbing out of your bedroom window at 3am a week ago. since then rafe had been walking around town with a busted lip and a black eye and your brother had been ignoring you since.

“what’s up with you darlin’“ the voice of your boyfriend softens the furrowed grimace you hadn’t realised you’d been holding for the duration of your shift. he’d been walking back from the toilets when he saw you walking towards the kitchens.

“nothing really. grumpy kooks clicking their fingers at me thinking they’re going to be served quicker, oh and a text i got earlier.”

“a text? from who?”

“dunno, anonymous number. just said that you weren’t who you say you are and i should leave now. it’s probably just some girl you looked in the general direction of once.”

“sounds about right,” he gives you a small nod, “have they sent anything else?”

“not yet.”

“good. if they do, ignore it,” he ended, his jaw tightening slightly at the thought of someone trying to mess with his girl. his hands sneak around your waist, pulling you to his chest, and his lips pressing a short kiss to yours, and your forehead before pulling away and letting you return to your shift.

upon finishing your shift you check your phone again. a text from your manager with you schedule for next week, one from rafe letting you know he’ll be at topper’s if you wanted to join, and another one from the anonymous number.

“he’s not good for you y/n. he’ll turn against you soon enough. leave him before he hurts you.”

rafe used to be a bad guy, you’ll admit that - hell, he’d admit that. but since meeting you, he was off the drugs, not getting in as many fights, and when he said he loved you, you genuinely believed him. nothing had ever made you doubt it till now. maybe this person knew him? an ex maybe? he’d been with girls before, he’d had girlfriends but it never lasted long. will he leave you when it gets too serious, like he had with the others? you quickly responded to rafe, telling him you were just going to go home and get in bed. should you respond to the troll? rafe told you not to but maybe if you could find out who it was you’d be able to see if there was any truth to the matter.

“who are you? what do you know?” you type out in response, putting your phone in your pocket and beginning the walk to the chateau. when you got home, the lights were on, and the pogues sat on the porch, beers in hand.

“hey y/n,” your brother says, making you double take - he’d been ignoring you all week and now he greets you with a smile?

“hey bird, hey guys,” you greet him and the others, “any beers for me?”

jj throws a can in your direction, that you open immediately and down half the can.

“thirsty y/n?” kie asks, chuckling slightly as you finish the rest and toss the can to the side.

“parches beyond belief, the club was so busy i haven’t managed to have a drop of water all day,” you respond, laughing lightly, “i’m also tired beyond belief, so i’m gonna head to bed. see you all in the morning.” the group wishes you a good night and you head into the house and straight into your room, and opening your phone up to a new text.

“it doesn’t matter who i am. ive seen him with other girls. do you know what he gets up to when you’re not around?”

#rafe cameron #rafe #drew starkey #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x routledge reader #obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff

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ilovemilfsthings · 1 year

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could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but he saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous and tries to talk to uou ?? idk a lot of angst basically.

IMAGINE ; cristiano ronaldo x fem! oc

plot: you met your ex boyfriend, but it’s not a nice meeting.

trigger warning: cheating, swearing, a lot of angst.

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IT WASN’T your first time, when you got cheated on. but this time it was completely different, than in previous relationships. after found out that the most important person in your life, found peace in the arms of his former love. you felt like half of your heart just died, this feeling is like a crumpled a piece of paper that someone has thrown in the trash. the feeling was even worse, when your partner knows about yours past and how badly insecure you were.

cristiano was your first real love, your best friend and soulmate. well, you thought like that for two years when you were the happiest person in the world. when you met him first time, you could tell that was love by first sight. of course, he was handsome, but especially he was very sweet, caring and family person. even if there was a slight age difference between you two, it didn’t bother you. you just knew that you wanted to start family with him ─ in fact you had a family with him because you treated cristiano jr. like your own son. ─ anyway, you thought you finally found a perfect partner, after that hell you went through. but life was never fair, and you knew it very good.

cristiano stared acting really weird and different. he wasn’t at home in time, he started to ignored your calls or messages etc. you felt like he didn’t treat you as his girlfriend, but only a roommate or even nanny for his son. you started to overthink your relationship with ronaldo, knew that he wasn’t has feelings for you anymore. as we know, overthinking is a bitch, but it always right, this time wasn’t different.

you were done and tired of your relationship and how it meant nothing for cristiano anymore. you conjectured that he had betrayed you all this time, but you need to see the proof. so without thinking, you grabbed cristano phone, when he was in the shower. you froze, when you find sweet messages he texted to georgina, his ex-girlfriend.

when you two stared dating, you was afraid he still had feelings for georgina. but every time you asked him about it, he guaranteed you that he hadn’t cared about her at all. and every time you were so naive and believed him without a word.

you remember how you burst into tears, not believed it happened to you again, like a never ending story. “why i am never enough” you asked yourself always when situations like that happens. the fight was blurred in your mind, you remember how he begged you to not leaving home, how he swore it wasn’t like this etc.

“y/n it wasn’t like this, you must misunderstand something. i swear i don’t cheat on you” he tried to stop you, as you goes to packed all of your things. “cristano maybe i was naive, but i am not stupid and i know what i see” you didn’t even looked at him, everything you wanted right now is exited this house and never see him again. he was dead to you.

six months have passed since then and you can say that now everything was fine. you stopped thinking about cristiano and stared to live your life. you even agreed to go to the party today, with your best friend. he comforted you after the whole situation, and he knew that you need to relax with him and glass of wine.

you wore black mini dress and basic black heels, you finally started to be confident, because you wanted to leave your past behind and wanted to be a person, that you wanted to be before your relationships’ story.

club, that martin chooses was a pretty big place with vip section, but you focused only on a bar and dancing floor and martin focused on pretty boys, hoping that he wouldn’t be a single anymore. you were a little bit tipsy, because of martin who bought you a lot of colourful drinks.

“isn’t it your ex?” he asked, pointing out the person that you didn’t want to see that night. cristiano was wearing a basic black shirt and black pants, but you can tell that he was looking fine. you locked eyes with him but quickly broke it.

you tried to focused on martin, but then you feel someone’s hand on your arm, you turn around to face your ex-boyfriend, raised brows.

“what do you want for me?” you asked him, after standing in silence for few seconds.

“can we talk?” he sighed. “face to face” he added, glanced martin. and you just looked at him pityingly.

“cristiano we don’t have anything to talk about” you were calmed, because you were sure, that you don’t had feelings for this man. you have forgiven him a long time ago, but you don’t let him warped you around his little finger.

“because what? because now you are busy with your new pathetic boyfriend?” when he said this, you can’t believe it and grabbed his arm, walked away from bar.

“what the fuck, cristiano? you can’t just shout at me in front of my friend!” you were angry at him, that he acted so childish in your eyes. “i thought i told you six months ago, that i don’t wanna see you in my life anymore”

”i know i fucked up y/n, but i can’t live without you” he tried to hold your hand, but you quickly push him back. “did you really choose that guy and not me?” you laughed at him, this man can’t be serious right now.

“he’s my best friend, but you don’t need to know it. you really forget what do you done to me?” you asked rhetorically. “can’t you see, you are dead to me, you don’t existed in my mind anymore”

“i did it because i wanted you to be jealous, it wasn’t anything serious” he said, sounds incredibly stupid.

“jealous? you must be kidding me” you shake your head, being proud of yourself that this man means nothing to you. “we are done, leave me alone and have a nice night” you said and walked away for him.

yes, he was definitely dead to you.

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HOPE YOU LIKE IT

sorry for any mistakes

#cristiano ronaldo #football imagine #angst story #cristiano ronaldo x reader #x reader #imagines #football #cr7 ronaldo #request

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Bad Things (Eddie Munson Short Story)

Characters and Intro

⚠️Warnings: Explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI. Toxic relationship. Drugs. Angst.⚠️

Summary: Modern AU. Rockstar Eddie. Nova Gray is a pop star and the on again/off again girlfriend of rockstar Eddie Munson. Both of them are at the height of their career. Fame and trouble follow these two everywhere they go. They both know they are no good for each other but can they stay away? Just a heads up that this will not be typical sweet Eddie. He's kind of an asshole. But a hot one.

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Chapter One: Talk Soon

****Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like..****

Nova's POV

You hear a text come in as you lay in bed next to your current boyfriend. You reach over and unlock your phone.

Eddie: What are you wearing right now?

You glance over and see Max scrolling through instagram. You roll over on your side and see another text pop up.

Eddie: Baby?

You: Not your baby, Eds.

You text back quickly and wait. I'll tease him for a minute.

Eddie: Pic downloading.

Oh shit. He looks good. Really fucking good.

He's in bed. You see his black silk sheets beneath him. His long hair is wild, his curls an absolute mess. Every tattoo on his chest and abdomen on clear display. The picture stops at his v line making you crave more.

You: Fuck baby.

Eddie: I miss you.

You scroll through your pictures. Tits or ass? You find a nice one of you in your lingerie sitting on your bathroom counter. Your ass looks perfect in the mirror, your face looking back, giving your best fuck me eyes. And... send.

Eddie: Nova, you're fucking killing me.

You: Goodnight, Eddie.

Eddie: Fuck you.

You: Maybe another time.

Eddie: 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

You: 😘

Eddie: 🖤

You smile and set your phone down on your nightstand.

"Who was that?" Max asks as he leans over and kisses your cheek softly.

"Just my mom." you lie as you snuggle in close to him.

Eddie Munson. Self proclaimed rock god and my ex boyfriend. A fucking asshole... and my soulmate.

Eddie's POV

Nova Gray. You have no idea what you're doing to me, baby. No... she definitely knows.

Just one more look. You open your phone and click on her messages, pulling up the picture again. That ass.. she knows I love her in pink... lace spread across her perfect curves..and those fucking eyes.

I love those eyes. I love staring down at her as she takes me in her mouth. She looks so good on her fucking knees.

You need her. You always crave her more once she leaves. Once she's finally given up. You want her to want you.. to need you. You fuck up again and again but she's fucking crazy too. You both are.

It's so good until it isn't anymore. You fight a lot. A lot, a lot. But then it inevitably leads to sex... and the sex... there's nothing like it. She'll come back. She always comes back.

I know no one fucks her like I do. And I fucking thrive off of it. I know she still wants me. I want her too. I always want her.

Max... what a fucking joke. You know she picked him just to irritate the hell out of you. And it worked. A well known actor. Never touched a drug in his life. No drama. His career had no end in sight. He was perfect.

But he wasn't Eddie fucking Munson.

You're fucking hard now. That picture making you think wild thoughts. I wonder if dickhead is asleep yet.

Nova's POV

You hear your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You see Eddie's name on the screen. His contact photo is still one of you and him. A big grin on his face as you kiss his cheek. It's one of your favorite pictures.

You hesitate for a moment as you glance over at Max sleeping soundly. Shit.

"Eddie, I can't talk right now." you whisper into the phone.

"Dickhead there?" his deep tone immediately sending you into a spiral.

"Yes.. Max is here."

"Is he next to you?" he continues in a low tone.

"Yes, Eddie. He's sleeping.. I have to go." you try but he rushes to speak.

"You don't have to say anything. Just listen, yeah?"

Fuck, you know that tone. And you know where this is going. Bad thoughts enter your mind immediately. Say it, Eds. Please say it.

"Touch yourself baby.." Eddie orders through the phone.

Yes.

"I can't Eds.." you say in a hushed tone. Your eyes flick back to Max who is snoring lightly.

"For me?" he pouts.

"Eddie..."

"You know you're going to, stop with the fucking games." he chuckles and you feel annoyed but turned on at the same time. He's not wrong.

You slip your hand in your panties, feeling the slickness coat your fingers.

"Are you touching yourself?" you can practically hear his stupid little smirk through the phone.

"Yes." you give in.

"That's my good girl.. start slow." His voice is deep. Demanding.

"Rub your clit for me, sweetheart."

You begin making circles, listening to his voice.

"Fuck I wish I was there." Eddie moans in your ear, making you even wetter.

"What next, baby?" you breathe into the phone.

"Mm.. is that pussy wet?"

"Mhmm. So wet." you moan quietly.

"Fuck.. go faster baby."

You speed up your fingers as your breathing picks up.

"I'm gonna make you fucking scream next time I see you." he snarls.

You can hear his breathing getting ragged on the other end of the phone.

"I'm.. fuck, I'm gonna fuck you so hard." he growls and you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

You move your fingers in and out even faster. A soft whimper escapes your lips.

"Don't cum yet, baby. We're gonna cum together." Eddie groans.

Your eyes close as you listen to him.

"I can't wait to fucking taste you. God, I miss that pussy." he pants.

"I miss your cock, Eds."

"I know you do, baby. And I'm gonna give it to you soon... really fucking soon sweetheart."

You try to keep your noises quiet but you can feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Promise?"

"Oh I promise.. I'm gonna fuck you real good."

"E-Eddie.." you pant breathlessly.

"You're a bad girl, Nova. Thinking about me when he's right next to you." Eddie laughs wickedly.

"You're... such an asshole." you moan and he laughs again.

"Are you my little slut... hmm? You're a little slut for me, aren't you?" he hums and you feel yourself right on the edge.

"Y-yes.." you whimper.

"Do you miss me, baby?"

"Always." you let out a hushed moan.

"Mmm.. almost there baby... I'm almost there." he moans in your ear.

"Cum for me, Eddie." you moan louder than intended. Max rolls over and your breathing stops.

His snoring resumes a second later as you hear Eddie breathing heavily.

"Are you close?"

"S-so close." you whisper as your back begins to arch. Your body tingles all over as you play with your pussy.

"I wanna hear how wet you are." he demands.

You take the phone and place it low, your fingers moving quickly, the sounds of your excitement loud.

You let him listen for a moment before bringing him back to your ear.

"Jesus Christ.." Eddie lets out a needy moan bringing you even closer.

"I want you inside me, Eddie." you say as glide your fingers in and out faster and faster.

"You want me deep in that pussy?"

"Yes." you breathe.

"So fucking deep, baby?" he mumbles deeply.

"S-so deep." you let out an unrestrained moan.

"You're gonna wake up your boy toy, Nova." Eddie teases.

"Fuck you." you whimper.

"Soon. Cum for me. Be a good girl and..."

"Ohhh." your muscles clamp down around your fingers and you bite down on your lip trying to conceal your cry of pleasure.

"Sh-shit..." you hear deep grunt of satisfaction followed by shallow breaths and know he finished as well.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you slow your breathing.

"Talk soon, sweetheart." Click.

Fucking prick.

Masterlist found here 🖤

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madnessreruns · 1 year

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Ok so Gotham Jervis again with Fem!Reader

He pretends to be someone else in the text to his Ex because he needs information from her and is just too proud to admit it/doesn't want to see her. But she finds out and decides to fuck with him by writing "Being honest with you I'm not exactly great at the whole loyal thing. I slept with my last boyfriend's best friend while we were still dating." (She didn't do that)

So yeah, Jervis just getting paranoid about it. If he confronts her it would probably lead from fight to fuck.

I’m so sorry..

Gotham! Jervis Tetch x Fem! Reader

Note: I didn’t make them fuck. Im very very sorry but with how it ended it wouldn’t make sense for them to do that. I’ll make a part 2 where they get it on I prommy <3

Warnings: ANGST, fighting, crying lots of crying, there is so much crying, reader forgives Jervis even thought she probably shouldn’t.

Requests: Closed

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You sat there, staring at your phone.

It was very, very very very and I mean VERY fucking obvious that it was Jervis trying to pretend to be someone else. You date someone for so long and you slowly start to realize what their speech patterns are. Sometimes it’s hard to figure out, but when it’s obvious fucking rhyming.

When you sent that text message you weren’t expecting him to take it seriously, but oh god he did. I mean who would you even fuck? His clearly gay clown buddy? His creepy non-verbal bag-headed pal? Who???

But oh god he didn’t pick up on that. If only you could have seen his face. Anger practically fuming out of his ears, his body shaking in fury.

He asked literally everybody he knew. “Did you have an affair with my previous girlfriend when we were dating?”

Ever answer he got as a no, he even hypno-d some of them to see if they were lying, of course they weren’t lying!

When he confronted you, you were so confused. He took that side comment seriously?

“Excuse my my dear, I believe I have a bone to pick with you..” his voice was low, angry.

“Jervis?” You almost laughed, he tried to be intimidating it he was practically a grumpy little kitty cat who got left out in the rain.

“Don’t laugh, this is a serious matter,” his eyebrows were scrunched, beautiful lips in a sorrow frown as he approached you. You sat down your bag, hoisting yourself up on your kitchen counter, raising an eyebrow as he stood in front of you, in all his pathetic glory.

“What’s up? What can I do for you?” You asked, leaning, forward, kicking your legs back and forth as you waited

“I would like you to explain something. Something serious,” he crossed his arms, posture tall and demanding, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

“Yeah yeah, I get it! It’s a serious matter, yadda yadda yadda just get to the point babe,” you said, getting tired of his stalling.

“Might you explain this?” He showed you a text, it read.

"Being honest with you I'm not exactly great at the whole loyal thing. I slept with my last boyfriend's best friend while we were still dating."

You snorted when you realized what this was about, giving a few chuckles and chortles.

“How’d you even get that?” You asked, gesturing to the message. He shook his head,

“Nevermind that!” He practically snapped, his face going red. “Please explain,” he practically demanded.

“Dude calm down, it was a joke. I was fucking with you,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at his inability to realize when you were joking when you found out his facade.

“I highly doubt that, why would you lie to man you don’t know, who didn’t even know we were dating,” he asked, as if he had caught you in a fib, which technically he did, but not in the way he thought he did.

“Cause I knew it was you dumbass. I was fucking with YOU,” you we’re done laughing, kinda just tired.

“How- how did you know it was me, sending you those messages?” He said, slightly bewildered.

“No one else rhymes in texts dumbass,” you rolled your eyes, “Plus why does it bother you anyways? You broke up with ME! Remember?” You didn’t wanna think about it, about that day when he broke the heartbreaking news to you, watching you fall to your knees in grief with no sympathy.

He paused, completely forgetting about that part. You rolled your eyes at him being so self-obsessed that he forgot about the anger he had brought you, the sadness, the sorrow.

Silence filled the room, he didn’t say anything, he just looked down. You couldn’t tell if he felt guilty or not, probably didn’t, it’s not like he gave a fuck about you in the first place.

“You know it blows my mind, that you can be so,” you paused, looking for the word, “Narcissistic,” you finished, flat out, making eye contact with him as you did.

“You break up with me, leave me alone, break my heart, and then the MOMENT, you think I did anything to wrong you, you come back, to taunt and to tease me, like I was the problem in that relationship,” you rose your voice as you go angrier.

“Well-,” he started, but you cut him off.

“DONT FUCKING EVEN!” You yelled, stopping him from saying anything else, he shut down, backing away slightly. “You have the audacity, to break into my home, demand I tell you this shit, and then make it ALL about you and how your the victim here!”

“I gave you EVERYTHING that I could! I gave it my all, I looked past all the FUCKED UP SHIT YOU DID IN THR PAST!” You jump off the counter, walking towards him, he backed up. He was no longer in control, he was up to your mercy. You knew he wasn’t gonna hypnotize you, he knew he was at fault here.

“What did I do that made you want to leave me? Was it another woman? A better woman? A mor perfect woman? I fucking TRIED to be the best I could,” tears flooded down your cheeks, tears of guilt filled his, he back up.

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORST PART OF IT IS?” You asked, giving him a chance to answer this time.

“I- I was the one in the- in the wrong?” His voice was meek, scared, guilty, broken. He knew he left you, he didn’t know why though, it was out of impulse. He still loved you, but he could t bring him self to admit it, that’s why he came here, cause he still loved you and you seemingly moved on.

“No..” you said, your voice had gotten softer, more gentle.

“I still love you, and I hate myself for that. Everytime I see your stupid face on tv I feel bad, I feel envious for whoever your with, because your hanging out with them and not me. I tried my hardest to pleade you, to make you happy, but NO…” your voice got soft, gentle, teary. He snapped his eyes up to yours as he listened to you speak, it felt like his heart was being beaten, and crushed in front of him. When your voice rose he flinched, pulling his arms up to block the blow he thought you were going to send. But you didn’t.

“I still love you, and it hurts cause I know you don’t love me too. Im stuck on you, while you’ve moved on,” you stopped moving, he was pressed up against the wall, you were a few feet away from him, arms by your side, tears running down your face. “I love you,”

That soft whisper, broke something in him, he didn’t know why. He threw himself on you, pulling you into a deep, tight hug, pressing his own tears into your neck.

You rested your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his chest. You missed this, missed this hugs, how passionate and loving thru always were. You missed his love.

“God angel,” he cooed in your ear between sniffles and sobs, “I still love you two, please I’m so sorry, I know,” he let out a loud, broken cry, you hugged him tighter, you know you should, you should kick him out, never let him back in, but you just couldn’t. His cries broke your heart.

“I know I don’t deserve your- your forgiveness but,” he was practically shaking, “I’m so sorry…” he was broken. You were broken.

Two broken pieces of people could be put together, and create a whole one again.

“It’s, it’s alright Jervis, it’s- it’s alright..” you softly pulled back from the hug, not knowing why you were doing this. But you cupped his wet, warm cheeks into your hands, and pressed your forehead against his.

“Hey, hey baby, shhh,..” you whispered, bringing your thumbs up to wipe his tears away. “It’s alright, hey don’t cry, okay? Im here now, im right here with you, okay?”

He nodded, barely being able to breathe. All the grief of doing what he did finally hit him all at once, along with the guilt of what he did to you.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I forgive you, I still love you,” you reassured him through your own tears. You leaned forward, bringing him into a soft kiss, the wet tear on his cheeks mixed with the tears in yours. His lips were quivering and his hands were shaking.

He pressed into you, pulling you into him, his entire body was shaking, he softly hiccuped into the kiss.

When you pulled away he was still shaking, but his tears slowed, you grabbed his hands, leading him into your bedroom.

“Hey, hey why don’t you stay the night, I don’t think it’s good for you to spend the light alone,” you smiled softly as he excitedly nodded. “Here, I think I still have some pajamas you left at my house once that I kinda stole,” you chuckled as you went thoughts nearby drawer, fetching out a tank-top of his and a pair of shorts.

He gave them to him, he changed right here, in front of you. Just as comfortable as he was when you two were dating.

You just removed your bra and pants, leaving you in a flowery shirt and your underwear.

When he was done he climbed into bed after you, snuggling himself under the covers. Happily smiling as he pressed his face into your soft warm chest.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” He asked softly, closing his eyes as he stared into nothing.

“Of course baby, sorry about earlier I was just, i was really angry and, I don’t know I got a bit carried away,” you apologized.

“No- not it’s fine, I deserved that..” he replied, turning his face to rest his chin on your chest, making eyes contact with you. “But- does this mean, since you still love me and I love you…” he paused, worried to ask this, “Can we try to give it another go? Like, as a couple?” He asked, shyly.

“I would love that,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead, he cheekily giggled, laying his head down to the side as he closed his eyes.

“I love you, my sweet. Goodnight..” he cooed, barely above a whisper.

“I love you too baby..” you responded. You closed your eyes.

Immediately you fell into a deep, relaxing sleep. The feeling of him cuddling with you was something you needed, something you had missed so dearly.

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confident ; 61. it’s your world and i’m just in it

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4th of june 2022, a few months later…

“i can’t believe freshman year is over!” sunoo exclaims happily, clapping his hands. heeseung grins as he quickly pecks your lips, caressing your cheek right after.

“losers.” jay says flatly and jake laughs at the table right next to yours.

“you’re in your third year so who’s laughing now?” riki rolls his eyes and everyone chuckles. jay and jake jokingly frown at him and pretend to talk to themselves.

you are now at the hybe pub, sitting at a table with heeseung, sunoo, jungwon, riki and sunghoon. there wasn’t enough space for the eight of you, so jay and jake sat at another table with the premise that ‘they’ll attract more ladies if they’re being seen alone’.

it’s been a hell of a ride just like jungwon said after he found out you and heeseung got together. you’ve been dating for half a year already and things couldn’t get any better.

you turn your head to look at his sharp jawline as he moves his left hand under the table, gently stroking your thigh while listening to sunoo and riki bickering about their stinky dorm room.

it took a while, but all of the four boys finally accepted the fact that you deeply cared about all of them in different ways.

since he is right next to your boyfriend, sunghoon sees heeseung’s hand on you and immediately looks away, trying to distract himself by telling jake he’s the biggest dumbfuck he’s ever seen. men.

sunghoon still wasn’t over you, yet he tried his best to keep his cool every time you were going out. he was already the famous heartbreaker in your college before the two of you started messing around, but after the two of you ended up your situationship months ago, he had never dated any other girl — not even one night stands.

karina broke his heart first and made him become a player, then you made him want to commit — only to break his heart again.

you felt absolutely awful. when you found out sunghoon only fought heeseung in the snow just so he could wake him up to reality, you cried yourself to sleep.

sunghoon needed love — so much love, but you couldn’t be the one giving it to him in the way he needs it.

you’re absolutely sure he’s going to find it one day, though.

jake took after the old sunghoon and started having one night stands on a daily basis, still not finding someone who he’d want to settle down for. he’s never been the relationship kind of guy anyway — the only girl he’d give up his flings for would’ve been you.

on the other hand, jay went on a few nice dates with some business administration freshmen he found cute, yet nothing has worked out so far. he always thought of himself as mature and warmhearted so he wanted a girl that he could take care of, yet he never felt that kind of connection with anyone except from you.

riki, sunoo and jungwon continued to be chaotic roommates and your closest friends. since all three of them stayed in a room of four, they prayed the empty bed wouldn’t get occupied now that they’ll be sophomores (spoiler alert: a tall, quiet third year named choi soobin who’s definitely not ready for the gross dorm is going to move in before the year starts).

jungwon and jake became best friends all of a sudden which probably shocked you the most out of all. they had a fight a few weeks ago when jake tried to hit on jungwon’s sister while he was drunk, but now that jake is aware of jungwon’s taekwondo skills… well, that’s another story to be told sometime.

“your drinks, guys.” choi yeonjun interrupts jay’s story about how jake’s ex-girlfriend thought layla was his side chick and broke up with him over text.

yeonjun and eve’s dad was apparently the owner of all the hybe pubs in town and he was working in this one, the closest to his university.

your relationship with him or his sister wasn’t ideal, but you were talking and hanging out once in a while as he actually turned out to be a very intelligent, kind boy.

“mojito for sunghoon, sex on the beach for hee— oh shit, i’m so sorry!” he suddenly stops handing the drinks, spilling heeseung’s all over jay’s lap.

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!” jay whines and everyone bursts into hysterical laughter. yeonjun clumsily begins wiping jay’s clothes with a napkin as you’re trying your best to not fall off the chair.

yeonjun awkwardly touches jay’s crotch, trying to help him. “ew, get your hands off me!” he yells and yeonjun widens his eyes as he realizes he just touched jay’s penis through his pants.

jake almost chocked.

“just go away!” jay rolls his eyes at the hybe student as yeonjun apologizes one more time before turning around to go remake heeseung’s drink.

“hyung, we’re still on for that dance battle later on, right?” riki asks yeonjun before he leaves to bring the rest of the drinks.

“san and hyunjin will be here after i’m done with my shift.” yeonjun informs riki as he handles everyone their cocktails, the youngest murmuring an ‘i’m gonna beat your ass’ which yeonjun only responds to with a smirk. once a cocky bastard, always a cocky bastard.

you heard giggles a few tables away, taking a look at karina and eve laughing at what just happened with yeonjun and jay. you throw a small smile their way, them returning it right after.

“wanna get out of here?” you feel heeseung’s hot breath on your neck.

“thought you’d never ask.”

“this is the ugliest thing i’ve ever seen.” heeseung winces, putting away the green lego dinosaur ryujin gifted the both of you.

“it’s so cute!” you pout, snuggling closer to heeseung’s chest, careful not to destroy your roommate’s most prized possession like you did that time when you snuck out to see sunghoon at midnight. you still have a small bruise on your left knee after tripping over that cursed coffee table.

you’re now on the roof of the decelis university, watching the sunset together as you’re laying down on heeseung’s buzz lightyear blanket he brought from home.

“you’re cute.”

“ew.” you playfully roll your eyes as heeseung puts one of his arm under your body, the other one wrapped around your waist.

“what?” heeseung pretends to be hurt by placing his palm over his chest. “you don’t like me complimenting my girlfriend?”

“no, you’re cheesy.” you visibly cringe and he laughs, pulling you even closer. “but i kind of enjoy it sometimes.”

“good.” he smiles. “because nothing has changed.”

“mhm…” you hum, taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside.

“we’re still y/n and heeseung. i’m still in love with you like i’ve been for the past ten years and you’re still the prettiest girl in the world.”

when you and heeseung started dating, it felt weirdly natural. the cuddles, late night talks and kisses… everything felt familiar and intimate and right.

“yeah, we act like we always did. well— except that you’re in horny jail every single day.” you let out a sarcastic scoff and heeseung’s cheeks redden in an instant.

“i’m sorry, baby.” he turns his head slightly to look at you. “i’ve been holding myself back for so much time and you’re just so—”

“don’t worry, hee. i didn’t say i don’t like it.”

his features relax and you place a small peck on the corner of his mouth. he’s leisurely stroking your back with his thumb as the sun is almost going down.

“so pretty…” you mumble as heeseung is just staring absentmindedly at your lips moving.

you fascinate him so much. even now, after so much time together — he still feels like there’s parts of you he needs to explore.

he’s mesmerized by the way you talk, how your lips are always pretty even when you don’t have any chapstick on. he loves to watch you apply face cream before putting makeup on or seeing your bare face late at night after wiping it all off. he loves how gentle you are when you sit on his lap and pluck his eyebrows and your delicate fingertips lightly touching his face with whatever skin products you’re putting on him.

he loves mornings when ryujin is out of town and he spends the nights over at your dorm, waking up to your body on top of his and your hair messily spread all over his face. he’s always had this habit of inhaling your scent every time you two were hugging — perhaps because he never wanted to forget it.

he still does it even though you’re finally his now.

heeseung loves every mark on your body and how every curve and line has a story of its own. he always takes his time to kiss each and every single one of it. he loves to braid your hair and the excited squeak that comes out of your mouth whenever he proposes to do sheet face masks together. he gets goosebumps all over his body whenever you lay your finger on him in the slightest way. he’s so vulnerable and sensitive and you take control all over his brain.

he’s so absolutely devoted to you he’s one hundred percent sure he’ll never love someone as much as he loves you. hell, he doesn’t even look at other people. he never thought he was capable of having so much love for someone, but he guessed the love songs were all right.

ever since that day on christmas eve ten years ago when you let him into your world, he knew he wanted to stay there forever.

because, after all… it’s your world and he’s just in it.

you’ve always been the prettiest girl in the world for him, even when you didn’t see it. but he loves how confidence looks on you now.

“it’s been exactly one year since your graduation day.” heeseung murmurs, placing wet kisses on the side of your neck.

“wow, i should get you a cake that says i lost my virginity one year ago then. happy anniversary to your not virgin ass, baby. all thanks to me.”

you both laugh until your stomachs start hurting, heeseung accidentally kicking the lego dinosaur in the process, hoping you didn’t notice.

and, once again as the sun goes down and you’re on the roof like you were exactly one year ago, heeseung doesn’t even watch the sky. he’s watching you.

he’s always watched you.

except for this time, you’re watching him too.

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notes: here it is! :) thank you so much to everyone who read confident, it means the world to me ♡ it was my first smau & it’ll forever have a special place in my heart. i’ll come back to edit it because i don’t like some chapters though lol. i’ll continue writing drabbles with the confident characters in the future since i’m so attached to them T^T please look forward to the confident playlist as well :D please support my current heeseung smau, fancam! i improved a lot hehe. until the next time, all the love as always <3

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