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how to lose a guy in 10 days — csc

choi seungcheol x reader

genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities

synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.

warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol, reminder that this is my take on the plot and it will not flow the exact same plots in the movie

i do not feel so confident about this bc i wrote this with mind in shambles. literally me comforting myself with svt while i'm dying from my studies rn :') pls tell me if you like it bc i would most def appreciate it <3

it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”

and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.

“what?” you shooted

“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice

“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted

“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously

“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised

“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked

“like what doggy style?” karina questioned

“not like that you idiot” sakura glared

“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed

“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed

“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed

“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced

“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.

right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.

all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.

you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.

why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.

“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area

“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution

“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head

“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned

“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said

“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.

“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests

“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina

it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.

it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.

you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.

you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.

“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.

the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.

“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question

“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied

“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.

“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you

“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.

“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered

on the other side of the bar there was a crowded group of 13 people who were mindlessly taking shot over shot as they were crowned as the most obnoxiously loud people for the night.

most of them spitting out tipsy thoughts to one another as they joined forces on pinning and choosing choi seungcheol as the victim for tonight.

“here comes the virgin joseph for tonight, choi seungcheol!” dk hooted while hoshi was giggling to any phrases the latter would make out

“isn’t it mary though?” joshua pondered drunkly on the edge of the couch munching on the nuts hoping it would make him sober as it was too early to go home.

“whatever, we still get the point. so what’s with the anti-women behavior cheol?” jeonghan grinned. his smile too wide to seem oblivious of the answer.

“i think dating is now deemed predictable to me,every woman i dated either wants my money, my body, fame, or a father figure” cheol sighed deeply

“wait you’re a dad?” dino’s brows furrowed in deep confusion as cheol stood there with utter disbelief

“i thought we we’re supposed to have a fun hangout today, and now all of you are just looking like alcoholics with all these bottles in our table” seungcheol complained

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING ALCOHOLICS?!” mingyu exclaimed looking at the opposite direction of where cheol was.

“FUCKER I DIDNT CALL YOU ANYTHING” minghao retorted to a confused mingyu facing him causing cheol to place a palm over his forehead.

“how about you start charming women for who you truly are?” vernon continuing the passed topic.

cheol didnt know if he was thankful for vernon re entering a topic, all the “seemingly” sober people joined up on the topic. they soon somehow convinced cheol to meet new people and try making them fall in love with him.

kkuma needed a mom, maybe he did too (but not in a maternal sense

“i doubt scoups can make a girl fall in love with him” dino giggled in the verge of passing out.

“i sure can ! it’s like a walk in the park” seungcheol defended.

“not even within a month” jeonghan added

“not even a week” jun stared blankly.

seungcheol always had placed his pride on a pedestal, it’s the source of his cocky behavior.

“oh please, give me 10 days it would be like she’s under a love spell” cheol snickered blanketing his bruised ego.

“deal, i bet 20 that we’ll have another meeting on the 10th day having cheol drop dead drunk at thus exact spot” jeonghan screamed only standing for the first time for the night.

it was chaos after that, but the group was almost divided equally in the process of them making bets and weighing the odds of cheol’s fate.

seungcheol wished the ground opened its jaws and buried him six feet under

even he was lying to himself with his statement, but one thing about choi seungcheol— he always wins.

“i’m gonna head home now” cheol said, he wish he didn’t.

he somehow wished that they were all too drunk to force him into the grave he dug himself. mercy will be the end of their bond, so as fate has written cheol’s fortune.

“i guess cheol is accepting his pussy title” jeonghan sighed

“i am not a pussy” cheol responded

“then i guess you’ll have to prove that” joshua sighed blankly at him

“let’s start by choosing the lucky girl who’s gonna take cheol’s v card”

“i’m not even a virgin” cheol rebutted with a frown, the liquor making him submit to his true emotions.

“please you barely lost it” dk laughed

“well i barely felt it….” cheol muttered

“let’s do her” dino pointed at the wall as he stood quickly stumbling with his head spinning

“who’s he pointing at? did he shave his eyes as well?” woozi said laughing

“shut up pink panty guy, i’m talking about the girl that has red hair and wearing a black dress” dino said laying on the floor

“ooh, she looks hot like seungcheol’s type” jun teased

if he didn’t spot your bright auburn hair he would’ve sworn to himself that these guys we’re just throwing a hate crime at him, but god, you we’re his type.

“go on mr. choi, show us your charm” mingyu pushing cheol closer to your area in the bar

you were planning on stepping up, but you had to make one thing sure, so you turned around to your friends with burgundy rushing through your cheeks with the thrill throwing you into your pit of endless thoughts.

“makeup, and outfit : perfect” yunjin started with a wide grin

“hair : gorgeous and can easily make a ponytail” karina winked as you glared at her

“teeth clean and ready for sucking” sakura smiled

jesus christ you were asking for a reality check and they just simply can’t avoid adding scandalous statements as if that’s all you do.

you were ready

were?

are?

was?

fuck.

you backed up quickly as you saw a guy charging at your direction ready to barf up on you.

quick arms catches your moving physique, as your back became dependent on the person unbeknownst to you.

two groups filled your senses with squeals, laughing and cheering waking you up from your not so cute dilemma

you turned to the person behind you seeing the man of the night

choi seungcheol.

“you okay, sweetheart?” his voiced hush, you felt warm and you swore that is was just the buzz from the liquor

quickly you went to work

“omg thankyou o-oppa” you’re voice cracked because you simply cannot believe the words that escaped your lips.

there was terror in his eyes, the moment you saw it, it went away. a pretty grin was graced upon your lips because this will be one hell of a ride

he better be sure to keep his seatbelts on because you’re gonna totally rock his world.

day 1 : the tortoise and the hare

spoiler, the hare never wins

guys hate being speedy, if they’re looking for a woman they can take home to his mom it would definitely not be the woman who wants to be dicked down after the first date.

and this wasn’t even a date

he took you to his place after your so called friends left the both of you in the landmine

he only intended you to sober up, and you only wanted him to curse you off his life. but it would be no fun if you just did it in a day, wouldn’t it?

the sound of the collision of class and marble led to both of your eyes to be met.

“thank you, really, or what else i would’ve smelled like vodka and whatever the fuck that person just ate” you sighed in relief genuinely

“no worries, you don’t smell like barf or vodka…. maybe a little of tequila but you’re good” he smiled

fuck. he’s hot and he knows it, a part of you wished that he was some sort of narcissist so you could do this thing in a easier way.

his face sculpted and graced with beauty his eyes filled with wisdom and maturity, his lips full and shaded like cherries.

you we’re definitely down to have a fling with him, but according to you, you were planning to change your ways and test the purpose and ability of men.

“mhm, i’m tired let’s watch a movie?” you smiled with your forced high-pitched voice

you love how he would hide the way his face would wince when you talk or the way his jaw slacked on your statement.

you smiled at the thought of him trying to take you out of his multi-million mansion because you were pushing boundaries he built for you

“yeah.. sure, what do you wanna watch?” he assisted you by the waist as he brought you up the stairs.

you wanted to get out, you wouldn’t think that it would go like this. fuck the boys manual maybe it doesn’t work with hot rich guys

“the notebook, i LOVE that movie” you smiled and you could see how he expected that

as you laid in his sheets, which you felt deeply sorry for actually staining his pearly and silky shits with your outside clothes, but your pride held you high. if you fell from your pride or for him then maybe then you could wash his sheets.

the room was dimly lit, the ambience warm as he intended.

he sat next to you, with distance for respect according to cheol’s brain.

you couldn’t predict him, and maybe he sends mix signals, and that made you feel less guilty because you concluded that he’s a womanizer. he knew all of these antics a little too well.

“it’s getting hot” you sighed fanning your face adjusting your dress to the right extent, you held your hair exposing your neck to him making sure he saw it.

"really? my ac is so low right now" he was surely acting oblivious.

you may be frustrated at him for not taking your hits but you guess it would make a good build up, meanwhile he was there dumbfounded from all the tricks you pulled, he was slowly getting hard but that's another story.

he was thinking if he should drop it, it seemed like you just wanted a one night stand, but speaking of the devil (angel) jeonghan sent him a text showing him how much money he would be getting if he proved them wrong.

somehow in the end all of his friends were convinced that he would stay bitchless. there was a whole chapter within their groupchat making fun of what he said earlier at the bar.

truth be told, he didn't give a fuck about the money, he wanted his dignity and pride back.

"my body is so warm because of all the shots i took though" you reasoned out quickly.

"well my body is really cool right now" he faced you slowly pulling you close but you had other plans

you quickly kissed him as if you were desperate for it.

"mmm- i think we should slow down y/n" he rushed to tell you.

you wanted to grin so bad, victory laid on your side, but you had to put a sad face asking him if he no longer likes you repeatedly as he escorted you out of his house.

you quickly twirled and skipped across the road when you were sure he was inside already. he was there though, watching through his window.

maybe he had to step up.

day 2 : the in-laws

there was not a single text on cheols phone the next morning, soon learning your phone was inside the purse you left at his house.

he wanted to scan your purse thinking of a way to sweep you off your feet today. but a gentleman doesn't mess with a ladies purse.

after the the long chat you had last night, you exchanged your details to each other which now led cheol to your apartment building with flowers and a wide smile.

"hi i got these for you-"

"wait cheollie, say hi to your mom !" you cut him off with a smile

his face quickly shifting, you what?! he was slowly shaking on the inside quickly settling down your purse, flowers on your coffee table.

"h-hi mommm" he grinned as if his mom could see him.

"seungcheol i didn't raise you to hide your partners from me like this, i really like y/n you know, so when's the wedding?" his mom ushered

"a wedding?" you gasped and started screeching as if it was real

"we'll see mom haha.." he replied deranged from the situation made just 2 minutes ago. he quickly hung up before his mom could get any more ideas.

"well that was interesting, i didn't know that you knew my mom" he restrained himself from losing himself.

"well i have to meet your parents anyways right, cheollie?" you smiled at him

"yeah, but we just met yesterday" he deadpanned

"well, you don't think we're gonna work out" you started sobbing in front of him making small obnoxious hiccups

"well that's not what i meant baby" he hushed and spent the afternoon babying you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

day 3 : monday flings

"i seriously cannot fathom how much patience he has to reach day 3" you genuinely lay your opinion

"i was a complete total psycho, but he must be mental" you said to yourself

"that's fucking crazy because if i had to put up with that you would never hear from me again" sakura said bluntly which bruised and praised you at the same time

"i need a break from my alter ego as well, i hope he has no plans on asking me on anything anymore at least"

the day went as if you had never met choi seungcheol at all, which made you relieved for at least having a rest day, sure it was such a short time but god how tiring it was to be somebody else

"i just really realized how to fit in somebody else's shoes" you sighed as you and your friends exited the building together ready to go home and simply pass out.

"then don't fucking wear them" karina said

"but this is the whole point, being a stereotypical woman in a relationship"

you all soon parted in your own ways as you walked through the neighborhood near yours, you realized you just walked passed by seungcheol's house and this made you walk a bit faster and try to fabricate your distinguishable looks. but guess what

"aw baby don't hide from me" he coos slowly pulling you in his embrace.

"i was just looking for you" he smiled as he rushed you into his home

you somehow wished he could just stab you right now.

he led you to his living room filled with rose petals and candles dedicating a whole playlist of his vinyl records for you. you spent the evening sharing his home cooked dinner, which was actually delicious. and he soon brought out his photo albums from when he was a kid.

"do you think our children look just like you?' your sentence made you freak out but you supressed it wanting him to be affected by your vicious visions.

"how about we go back about the marriage thing for now" he faked out a laugh.

"i want this to be our family's house too" you sighed in content while scanning the architectural structure.

"if that's what you want" he smiled and pecked your forehead, which had caught you by a surprise.

"it is" you smiled, you didn't want to admit it but something formed within you when he said that.

"i'll be having a boys night tomorrow so i might not respond quickly to your texts"

"is it strictly 'boys only' ?" you asked forming an idea and swallowing these funny feelings that have bloomed within you.

"well it had always been"

day 4 : poker night

if fate was inevitable, they should you hit you up then.

you were in a cab with your hands filled with cheol's place in mind.

"cheol having a 4 day record is worth celebrating" jeonghan teased

"it's been that long?" mingyu asked actually impressed

"i've been in a lot of relationships since college, stop making it seem like im a loser" he sighed

"probably just in college" minghao retorted

"it's probably going well, maybe next year she could meet his parents" seungkwan noted

"please, she met them the second day we met" cheol answered scoffing at the thought

"now i know why girls are driven away from you" jun cringed at cheol

"she called them herself the day we met, she even said that our children will live here, and she tried to sleep with me the first day we met !" cheol finally shared his experience the past few days

"ooh feisty and a woman with a plan, that's so horanghae coded" hoshi smiled reaching his palms out and curling the ends of her fingers.

"you're going delusional again hamster" minghao smacked the back of hoshi's head causing the latter to relieve it by rubbing his head.

"maybe cheol could get laid now with her bold behavior, someone who can tame mr. pride-over-pants-down-choi-seungcheol over here" joshua said

"she's just a bet-"

the violent reactions that flashed through the faces of his group-mainly cheol when you came in the door in the middle of the game.

the guys quickly recovered teasing cheol for being so attached already calling her over for a boys night.

"hi guys!!" you said excitingly trying on your best cute expression you could muster up while hoshi replied to you with the horanghae pose as you quickly reciprocated it.

"i just thought i could put some of my stuff here so you could always remember me cheollie" your eyes twitching the moment your face was parallel with the wall

cheol was in awe with the first few vases you put out, until there were at lest 13 in his living room only. his house looking like he was out there selling urns

you were going around his place disrupting them, even changing their ambient music into some of britney spear's playlist

and even making very concerning screams around the kitchen just behind the living room.

"cheollie, can you get me some water" you whined when you heard them telling cheol it was his turn

he caught you reaching out unto the cupboards for a glass, he quickly got you what you requested and leaving you there

you were quick to grab onto his arm and grab the cigarette out of his mouth.

"you need to stop smoking" you tell him genuinely, his demeanor sensing your honesty his brows rested as he gave you a smile.

"i need to keep my lungs healthy for our children huh?" he teased you with a knowing smile

day 5 : ghosting

after his game with the boys, you two spent so much time together after.

he was being sulky after receiving his first losing game last night from all your disruptions last night.

but he never mentioned you being a nuisance, and just maybe because it was stored somewhere deep his chest the frustrations he held

but you stayed clingy to him filling him up with your presence even when you already went home flooding his texts until it was dawn

today you decided to stay low, you were lying in wait in this part of the plan

by doing so much the past few days today you decided to give ghosting a shot

"god i just wanna die if i need to go through this just to find a decent human being" you sighed frustrated at yourself

you wish you could stop now, there was 150 bucks on the line

or this is what you thought that hindered from you from stopping, you stared longingly on your laptop

quickly dialing his number you grinned at the sound of his voice

day 6 : a large iced diet coke and a kiss to go

today you planned on watching a knicks game with cheol, it was both your favorite thing to watch.

the stadium filled with cheers as you were shaking with thrill watching the tight game among your favorite team handling each other by the neck

most of the game went well according to cheol

during the break the venue managers continued to do the kiss cam.

you were interested looking at random people sharing affection through this stupid camera. but you didn't know it would face you.

you saw your face light up with surprise as the other guy next to you exposed on the kiss cam

you were looking at him

"i'm-" the guy was cut off when seungcheol grabbed you by the nape sealing your lips with his plush ones, the camera then panning to the both of you instead of you and the other guy.

"you weren't in the kiss cam" you said smiling- wait no don't.

"well i was just now" he said cockily

"i'm not gonna let you kiss him when i'm here" he said and that lit a fire within you

the final part of the game resumed as you both were cheering wildly through the crowds

it was time.

you asked cheol to bring you coke since you were extremely famished according to your words.

cheol quickly glanced at you, the bottom of the stadium, on the scoreboard, and back to your eyes.

he quickly ran getting you the drink that you wanted.

"i cant drink too much sugar though i need the diet one" his face turning into a distressed one jogging back up the long steep flights of stairs as he huffed to the vendor that you wanted the coke one, being only available to watch the game through the small monitor by the ceiling

there was about 3 minutes left, your team still having time to win over

he rushed back to you quickly handing you your coke, but there was another thing-

"i need ice cheollie" you whined at him, he groaned but still went over to do it

only a few moments left before the game ends the vendor still working on you precious drink, seungcheol staring at the monitor.

you felt bad, like actually. but you had to keep this up

you were enjoying the game until you were drowned in your thoughts on how you were ever gonna ask for his forgiveness after all this

you were a bitch and get over your act.

the crowd calling out through your ears realizing your favored team won, you had to force a smile especially a lovely one at cheol to make him think you were being a menace

maybe if you pushed him enough you could end this sooner, you can't admit that he was charming, handsome, and his behavior is no less than how a gentleman should act.

sorry coups.

the game ended, you were exiting the venue with cheol as his arm around your shoulder quickly calling you a cab home.

"thank you for this babe" you smiled passing him the cup, hoping you were rude enough for him to not call you up anymore

"no problem, you gave me your other ticket to watch with you anyway" he smiled pecking you before you left.

he crumpled the cup and threw it away.

day 7 : the revelation

you and cheol spent this day with a quick breakfast by the small cafe nearby, chatting through the busy streets of your city, he asked you to come to his event tomorrow which you accepted. after breakfast there were barely any interactions coming between the two of you.

why stay through this conditions?

well we bring you to the day 1

you were troubled writing your new article on the magazine company you were working for.

your boss expecting so much from you, you simply cannot write anything too political or anything controversial at all, so you stuck on to writing these stupid "how to" to articles which was a huge success for your company.

you were stuck, nothing to write, drafts filled with calling out peace for all countries experiencing genocide and territorial invasions or calling out to politicians who were legitimately caught only on scandalous events but never the seat of any meetings.

you were a writer a "how to girl", you swore you did it all and wrote them, how to talk your way out of a ticket, how to feng shui your apartment and even having those little tests you wrote printed by the magazine.

seungcheol was a lawyer, he stayed in his grandfathers law firm, his grandfather desperate for him to get wed and have a family who will take care of the firm and would take care of him as well.

seungcheol's grandfather knew his luck in love, so he prayed that even when he passes, his grandson will still have someone to be with.

day 8 : pride over love

cheol came over to your place at dusk seeing you with your flattering yellow dress with a backless cut on the back.

he was stunned by your beauty, his hand leading to his chest.

"my god" he whispered to himself as he paced closer to you

"you're gorgeous" he smiled as he kissed your temple

"you don't look to bad yourself" you grinned at him

you decided to stay in your apartment for a while as you settled a few of your stuff before you leave

he glanced over your record player and fidget over your albums then he finally sat down digesting the whole essence of your place, it was hard for him to stay still thinking that you were some dumb bet but he knew you were more than that, he knew you we're attractive but the breeze tonight was only revealing your true selves to each other.

you came in the room with your purse settling it by the coffee table as your favorite song came by, you couldn't help but singing along to it

and other girls dreamed that they'd be cheol's partner

they'd be cheol's partner and

you're so vain

you probably think this song is about you

and then you both exploded in to giggles proceeding to do silly dances before heading out.

you both arrive at an immaculately decorated building, you could already hear all the people chattering inside the building making a light buzz on your ears

"cheol, you should come meet our new stockholder" his coworker ushered him as he looked at you with slight worry

"i'll be fine you should go" you pushed him lightly and he just nodded at you making a phone call sign telling u to call him if anything happens

it was a while when you were just sitting by the bar drinking your nth drink for the night, it wasn't your intention to do so, but that was the only thing that can occupy you. you didn't want to bother cheol on his night so you stayed lowkey.

you weren't drunk but you rethink because you didn't know why seungcheol's grandfather ushering you to talk to him.

"so i heard that you have been seeing my grandson" he started

"oh yeah i am" you politely answered, guilt wrapping you up when you realized that you were only feigning everything.

"i'm glad that he told me about a girl he goes out with, he barely tells me anymore because they don't last long" he giggled

"oh really? i would expect him to be married by now actually" you joked with him

you felt comfortable around him, his friends, his relatives, and even his co workers, they really provided you with a nice environment.

"i'm happy that you stayed with him even after knowing that you just started as a bet-"

"excuse me?" you were violated.

"i mean please excuse me i need to get some fresh air"

there was regret in mr.choi's face but it also held worry, was it true? you were a bet? what did he win for you? for this? what did he mean that you started as a bet?

you were furious, you knew you were also doing him wrong, but you felt bad for all of it.

it wasn't helping that you had to admit to yourself that you did like him. even through the fucked up situations you had this week, it was all messed up, fake.

but even in all that chaos, he was consistent, he was there.

now you're doubting if that was his acting as well

because now you were burning everywhere, because you knew you crossed the fine line along the feigned adoration over real devotion.

you adore choi seungcheol.

but now that meant nothing.

quick and heavy foot steps were heard behind you

"y/n!" cheol managed out with huffed breaths

you faced him with disdain painting your face.

“wow, you’re gonna run away after you defy me?” he laughed sarcastically, his face sullen his eyes filled with fury

“defy you? what about you making me a bet?” it dawned on him realizing that you knew about his faults too.

it was true, you did defy him, not that it was your choice, you had to do it for your job, you wrote about him, one of your how-to blog and magazine experiments.

how to lose a guy in 10 days

this was your last project being a part of this magazine line. you swore you couldn’t keep on using people for an article, you planned on being a journalist after quitting, after making him your last.

because after all, you love him.

your article could also be called “how to stupidly fall in love and find a man in 10 days”

“it was a bet at first, then i fell, but you just played me” he looked at you as if you just stabbed him straight to the chest

“what?” you said confused

“leave. i don’t ever wanna see you anymore” he warned

“didn’t know you could stoop so low, and don’t worry i will”

“how to lose a guy in 10 days huh?” he started “lucky you y/n because you just lost him” he uttered walking away.

the night turned completely upside down, both of your chests swelled with guilt, shame and anger.

your heart dropped, but you just swallowed you pride and left.

day 9 : drive me out of town

quickly packing your things to leave, you won’t do any good here now that everything is tainted by the man you met just a little more than a week ago.

you spent your whole day just wallowing the sadness from your love life leaving your friends, your apartment.

you published that article about choi seungcheol to have income before you left your low life and start as a struggling journalist to do what you always wanted, to write about more important things

conventional, innovative, a cry of the oppressed.

but people seemed to worry if blondes were more fun than brunettes.

you truly regret using him, but you both did the wrong things to the write people, only fate knew that.

you rode your cab ready to leave this damned city to move to another identical one.

the familiar streets slowly blurred into the abyss of the distance as you called your friends and relatives one by one just catching up and telling them little life updates.

you were sad, but you knew that seungcheol is probably feeling a lot more than you were.

the darkness of the sky basked you a sense of comfort, there’s always a new day.

you wished him peace.

it was a fault writing about him and confessing about you felt at the same time, but he deserved the last bit if honesty left to your fake situationship.

a raging motorcycle suddenly honks at your vehicle endlessly. your cab giving way but it seemed like it wasn’t what the motor rider meant

“OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP” you told the cab driver when you realized it was cheol’s bike.

was he planning to run you over?

you got out displaying yourself in front of the man you loved.

“y/n, it was all true” he said taking his helmet off he huffed tiredly but not slowing down his pace to get close to you

“what are you saying?”

“i liked you that’s why i agreed with the bet, hoping you would like me back, even though your personality was hard to work with” he laughed to himself

“why are you saying this? why now?”

“maybe i flipped the page too quick not seeing that you loved me as well”

“love”

“what?”

“i still love you” you whispered

“you won your bet a little too well mr.choi seungcheol”

“i love you too, and i don’t care if you pull your annoying your girl antics i still love you”

“that wasn’t me” you laughed

“well there was a part of you who did it, and i love all of you” he smiled showing his gummy grin.

you couldn’t help but feel free, you weren’t stuck in that annoying girl’s body forcing the guy you love to hate you.

“kiss me, cheol” you teared up

he didn’t need to be told twice as he rushed to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing to yours savoring every inch of it. your head shifting in sync as you both connected not wanting to let go.

today’s day 1. the first day of making it real.

day 10 : my heart, it lies within yours.

passed 12 am

i guess you did actually lose your bet now with your friends. at day 10 choi seungcheol was plush against your skin his lips in yours, and your hands in his hair.

“i hate that you have me wrapped around your finger” he groaned onto your lips

“i hate that you actually won your stupid bet” you sighed

“i always win, and this feels so much better than winning” he said lifting you

your bags left on the floor the moment you reached his home, he told you to call it yours as well, from now on.

your silence didn’t last long when the both of you were longing for each other leading you up to this moment.

“hm so cocky huh?” you teased him as you started kissing down on his neck as he laid you on his bed.

you pulled down on his tie realizing he was so busy at work all day.

you kissed him once more and switching the positions that you were previously on as you climbed onto his lap and continued making out

your hands wandering on his hair and his hands on your ass.

your tongue interacting as he let you do whatever you want, his hands started wandering on your body leaving your skin burning for more.

your kiss being more needy as you started to grind on his hard on. he groaned onto your lips leaving you to grind harder.

you started to unbutton his clothes as he followed suit, removing yours as well.

he was pulling on his tie

“no” you stopped him

“keep it on love” you commanded

he could throw you and turn this around, but he didn’t. he enjoyed this a little too much, loving the feeling of being taken care of.

you both were left on your under garments except him having his tie on

he looked so hot having his tie rest on his smooth and hard muscles, his abs and pecs shining from the moonlight.

you continued grinding on him until he held your hips to stop.

“let me have you first please” he sighed as he laid you down on the bed as he knelt on the ground facing your crotch.

he looked at you as if he was asking if he could remove it and you nodded back at him.

his blonde hair a bit messy as you caressed it and tugging while he was removing your underwear

his face getting closer to your heat as he started kissing on your thighs slowly.

his lips then met with your clit as he sucked slowly then proceeding to lap on your entrance already making it soaking than it already was.

his tongue bending slightly when met with the entrance teasing it and slowly stretching it.

his right hand caressing around your waist as the left one kept it on your thigh refraining it from moving.

his fingers slowly worked his mouth as he slowly dipped one into your hole.

his finger was thick, 2 of your fingers were your frequently used ones, but his reached so much deeper, felt so fuller.

he hummed against your clit as vibrations flooded through your veins. he added another finger making you writhe and pull on his hair more.

you pulled him up kissing his plump lips before making him lay down on the bed.

you held his hands as you put it above his head, you weren’t intending to restrain them at all.

his biceps protruding so well when you raised it keeping it there as you licked and sucked on his neck slowly removing his boxers.

you wanted to cum with him tonight.

his eyes went dark seeing his large dick lining up to your entrance, he wanted you to ride him, he wanted to stare at your beautiful body while you felt pleasure because of him.

"no condom?" he asked heavily, he wanted it, he wanted this, but he also wants to make sure that you're doing what you desire, not wanting to make regrets again.

"i don't care, fill me up, make me pregnant" you said in a daze, but even without the lust you had right now, you still would say yes.

"fuck" he groaned hearing your words

his length standing tall, he was already so girthy, his tip leaking red.

he wanted to feel pleasure with you, not just sitting there like some fuck doll.

you lined the tip with your entrance as you slowly sunk down already feeling an enormous stretch.

"god your cock is so big" you moaned as you rested your head by his neck sucking there to distract yourself from the slight pain.

his hands went down to your waist as he pushed you further, taking him all in.

he was sent to paradise with your walls crashing to his length, engulfing it in its warmth

"your pussy was made just for me, love" he groaned as his hands guided your waist to ride him.

you were releasing moans as you rode him, it's as if he was still getting bigger inside you.

you then leaned back to your position staring at him with his tie, he looked so hot with his abs clenching every time you squeeze his dick, and how his sweat made it look like he was glowing.

he was laying back with the most drunk in lust face he got as he bit his lower lip just staring at you bouncing at him.

every curve of him filled you even more hitting the right spots that led you to your high in a few more moments.

you both released at the same time, but cheol was far from over with you

he flipped you around entering you in a missionary position, he was truly strong as he pumped himself in you with a new found energy hitting even deeper than before.

he caressed the bump his dick made deep on your stomach.

he made a guttural moan just by the thought of you being able to carry his children by the very belly he's fucking oblivion to.

you pulled onto his tie causing it to tighten a bit that he moaned. you kissed him sloppily as your saliva mixed and dripped to the side of your chin.

he went down leaving marks on your delicate skin, already having red marks on your neck, he made sure to give your tits some love.

he sucked onto your left one and massaged the one on your right, continuously flicking it. his other hand made its way to massage your clit, which made your back arch and scream his name.

"fuck seungcheol" you moaned

"seungcheol? i thought you called me cheollie" he smiled at you with a shit eating grin

you could barely even give a response, you were simply brain dead from all the pleasure you had.

his pace going faster and faster as massaged your clit to a higher intensity, you both were sent over the edge for the second time tonight.

he slowly removed his length, as your hole felt the emptiness you groaned. your mixed arousal slipping out of your pussy as cheol just stared at it.

he inserted two fingers fucking the cum back into her, you moaned at overstimulation, he continued fucking you with his fingers.

"aren't you doing too much mr. choi?" you glared at seungcheol.

"gonna make sure you keep all of it" he said as she shakes his head giggling.

you pulled him down onto the bed as you sat up stuffing your underwear in his mouth making him moan out loud.

"your turn?" you grinned.

i felt like i could do better :") im sorry if this is bad.

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daegall · 1 year

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is Lee Donghyuck drunk?

pairing: enemy/rival!hyuck x reader

genre: college!AU, party!AU, slight enemies to lovers!AU

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

word count: 903 words

a/n: hi im on a brainrot after watching the nct dream movie HAHA this was inspired by jeno's lines in dive into you 'I’m jealous even of the wind that grazes through you, Even the moonlight that settles on your cheek is annoying me' !!

there might be a part 2 for this but idk really this is really eh tbh

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy <3

Is Donghyuck drunk? Perhaps Donghyuck was drunk. He's not sure how many drinks Jaemin passed him, he's not sure about how many he accepted and downed without any thought.

What he is sure, however, is you're drunk. For sure.

You're giggling next to him drunkenly, head bumping against the cushion of his couch. Donghyuck never realized you came to his party, not until you both bumped into each other by the couch.

Your eyes are so droopy, blinking up at your rival, lips lopsided as you pass him a Cheshire smile.

For a moment, you almost seem like the most ethereal person in the room.

"Jaemin's drinks are funny," You murmur, attempting to blink your sleepiness away. You really shouldn't have taken all those drinks.

Donghyuck doesn't answer you, but he is still attentive to your actions, his eyes flitting from your own, to your pursing lips, to your creasing eyebrows when someone bumps into you.

Finally, Donghyuck speaks, his fingers seizing at your wrist gently. "Wanna head outside?"

His voice is soft and velvety, touch caring. Unlike all the times you've wanted to punch his face because of his annoying voice, this time, you think you'd like to listen to it all day. Jesus Christ, what has gotten into you?

A curt nod is all he needs, before the two of you find your way out the entrance of the backyard. There are a few people here and there, 2 dudes passed out on the porch, and a group of people doing skateboard tricks at a corner of the garden.

Donghyuck leads you by the pool lounge chair, despite the pool being empty, it's still there.

You sit there, quiet, taking in all the fresh oxygen after being in a heavy and stuffy environment. Donghyuck's fingers are still encircled around your wrist, tightening softly.

Your head cranes the other way, to face Donghyuck, watching as he does the same. His cheeks are rosy, nose red, and his eyes are just as droopy as yours.

"Jaemin's drinks are too funny. Had too much." Donghyuck mumbles with a small smile. A laugh rumbles through your body, agreeing with him, and his thumb strokes against your palm.

"You okay?"

Donghyuck's question is nothing short of genuine, his voice lightly laced with worry. You quickly nod, shifting closer to him. "I think so." You contemplate a moment after, remembering all the assignments and exams coming up. "I don't think I'll be okay tomorrow, though."

You sigh, eyes glancing down at Donghyuck's hand on yours, the pads of his fingers burning against your skin. You kind of like it. "How about you? You okay?"

Donghyuck is not too sure. For starters, he feels so fucking sick, he feels woozy and dizzy and he has an urge to throw up. Another feeling he has, is the immense swelling of his heart as he observes your every move, and the confusion weighing heavy on his shoulders.

Why is he feeling this way towards you? Why do you look absolutely perfect?

He's so annoyed by you. How can you be so fucking irritating and annoying one day, and be his whole dream the next? Everything about you right now makes him feel weird.

The way you grab his hand and start playing with his fingers, the way the small smile on your lips is absolutely endearing to Donghyuck, even the moonlight that settles on your cheek is annoying him.

And as you start mumbling something about Mark Lee, he feels even more annoyed. Why are you talking about him suddenly? What his so captivating about the way he tutors others or how caring he is? Donghyuck can be caring, goddamn it!

And another realization hits Donghyuck. He's jealous. He's jealous of Mark Lee, he's jealous of how he gets to be someone so close to you, while Donghyuck is nothing but your enemy. He's jealous of everyone and everything that you consider 'nice'. He's jealous even of the wind that grazes through you.

Shit, is he in love with you?

Suddenly, Donghyuck hates everything you like, just because he's not one of them. Is this why he's always seen you so negatively? Is it him just trying to mask his sadness and irritation that you don't feel the same way?

Drunk Donghyuck is willing to change that, he's willing to take whatever risk to get you to like him, al least start shining him in any light other than 'hateful'.

Before he knows it, Donghyuck has plunged forward, his fingers threading between yours, before he tugs you in, and presses his lips sloppily on yours.

You taste of... Jaemin's strange alcohol mixture, and the peach lip balm you use. Your lips are soft, parted lightly with shock. They relax even more, and fit between Donghyuck's lips in a messy kiss.

Something in Donghyuck says to keep going, even when you've pulled away, his lips reaching down again, to capture your lips between his. And again, and again, before Donghyuck pulls away for a breath of air.

Suddenly, he's completely sober.

What the fuck did he just do?

So, to answer some questions, yes, Lee Donghyuck is completely hammered. No, he's not okay, and yeah, he's completely in love with you.

Here's one more question, what will he do now that he's kissed you? What is his decision after basically admitting his feelings towards you?

Drunk Donghyuck decides to run away.

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toneinaflat · 5 days

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vent under read more, i dont wanna plague anyone with this shit

tbh idk how much longer I can do this bc seeing other people irl with their lovers and shit is going to kill me at some point. no matter what I do ill always be someone's last thought at school, in family meet ups, in friend meetups, etc. to those that don't even care for love or anything, they probably are annoyed of me (from what I usually constantly assume) and I feel like I can never, ever genuinely feel loved. I love the people I have but they most likely despise me secretly in some sort of way, I really just want to end this shit so badly but I CANT. it'll be hell if I DO, and im stupid enough to fuck it up anyways. I just want to be likable, I need physical attention, I need to feel wanted. but thats really fuckijy selfish of me.l id think tbh

art is the only way ill ever be accepted i guess, free art because im too afraid to deny it. Free art bc im too afraid to ask people for money. Just kill me Jesus Christ my physical state is HORRENDOUSLY shit right now and i need to feel a connectioj righ5 now i need someone HERE. i cant take seeing people cuddle and kiss and hug eachother. I cant take being hugged and thenfeeling like im gonna sob in their arms because i crave so much of it. I need something

#tw vent #vent tw #vent post #vent #venting #tagging so ppl dont see it if they have these tags blocked #suicide mention #tw suicide

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90sgrungelouis · 6 years

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ok so like

#i was reading through all the tweets about louis #and they were so sweet and so nice right??#but i just got Really Annoyed out of Nowhere and i think its cuz like #louis has been mistreated and slandered and smeared in the media for years #and everyone just accepted it and swallowed it down as normal and made their ignorant opinions about him and moved on #but now all of a sudden people are like??? wow!!!! hashtag dont judge a book by its cover #'why have we all been sleeping on louis for the past eight years!'#IDK BRO MAYBE ITS CUZ YOUVE BEEN FUCKING EDUCATED BY LITERAL TRASH TABLOIDS AND NEVER FUCKING QUESTIONED IT #like HONESTLY i know were in the fandom and closer than most people and we pay closer attention blah blah blah #and i try to give people the benefit of the doubt but the social climate is changing and sooooo many hollywood people have come out with #different stories and such of how fake everything is so i dont understand where the disconnect is with louis #like i understand that its amazing louis is finally getting the recognition he deserves and it has to come from somewhere and we have to #make do with what we have but like Jesus Christ people #and also the fact that this praise is coming from mcfucking X Factor like what cruel irony #isnt that funny????#i always think in the back of my head that its us and louis against the world and we can make it on our own and nobodys ever helped so why #should we start now but it just makes me realize all over again how out of our hands this is and how sometimes we really have to play into #the devils hands to get out of the bigger firw #idk maybe im just being whiny and irrational and stupid but its also like a mix of bitterness and protectiveness like i want to take someone #and shake their shoulders and be like 'I KNOW. I KNOWWWW. I LITERALLY HAVE KNOWN THE WHOLE GODDAMN TIME SO WHERE WERE YOU.' but i also know #thats not fair #people have a right to be fans of whoever and whenever and i dont get any special rights just because ive been a fan longer or #'before anyone else' like i fucking hate those people stfu #im just #hhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH #i want 2 scream #im happy for this but im also so sad and frustrated that this is how people are realizing cuz its like were conceding defeat almost. i guess #before it gets better the darkness gets bigger #anyway #shush nina

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mulletmitsuya · 2 years

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Dead people groupchat

Warnings: sano manjiro, swearing

Desc: um basically it's all the people Mikey lost and what they think of the current situation (spoilers until chapter 246)

Shinichiro: IM GONNA BEAT HIS ASS

Shinichiro: WHATS HE DOING NOW ?????

Shinichiro: IF HE KILLS SOMEONE ELSE SO HELP ME GOD

Izana: its kinda funny to watch tbh

Izana: but i guess he's going too far

Izana: and he knew me for 2 seconds idk why he said that to Kaku

Emma: Ken-chinless behaviour

Baji: LMAOOOO STOP

Draken: do you think OG Toman's gonna win?

Draken: i'm pissing myself here

Baji: i think they need to let Angry go beast mode

Emma: i just think we need to accept the fact that some people are gonna be joining us soon

Emma: Takemitchy might literally die

Emma: and idk how my girl Hina will handle that 😭

Shinichiro: i trust this Takemitchy dude. hes been doing good so far right?

Izana: it's his fault Draken died tho

Draken: stfu no it's not

Draken: i'm at peace with my death, and tbh i wouldn't have it any other way. i entrusted my life to Takemitchy so he could save Mikey. he's gonna win

Izana: 😕

Baji: okok enough about Mikey

Baji: can we talk about Hakkai???

Baji: he's so fucking funng to me. every single time something comes out of his mouth i shit myself laughing

Shinichiro: he's such a simp lmao

Baji: 🤨

Baji: weren't you the biggest simp of your generation??

Baji: you would lock eyes with someone and fall in love with them

Shinichiro: i had attachment issues 🙁

Shinichiro: there's nothing wrong with wanting to be loved damn

Izana: please don't cry

Izana: we don't know what to do when you cry

Emma: just hug him, it calms him down

Draken: really??

Draken: i hugged him when he was crying and it just got louder and more intense

Shinichiro: i'm right here guys

Izana: idk what to do when people cry so i just watch them until they get uncomfortable and stop crying

Emma: :/

Emma: you did that to me when i was younger

Emma: but you weren't a psychopath back then so it wasn't as weird

Izana: sorry ig

Izana: although i never said it sorry for orchestrating your death and stuff

Shinichiro: ngl that shit had me heartbroken i wish you guys just gotten along

Shinichiro: i just wanted my little siblings to love each other

Emma: he's crying harder

Baji: Shinichiro stfu you're a grown adult

Shinichiro: i'm not crying

Draken: you're literally weeping

Shinichiro: it's just

Izana: no one asked

Shinichiro: Senju's gonna have to fight Wakasa and Benkei

Shinichiro: i can't fucking take this

Shinichiro: i'm overwhelmed rn

Shinichiro: WHAT ARE THEY EVEN DOING IN THE KANTOU

Shinichiro: WHERE'S OMI

Draken: i think Waka and Benkei are looking after Mikey

Draken: probably guilty or smth

Draken: i'm annoyed tho

Emma: at what

Draken: Hanma

Draken: i fucking hate that dude jesus fucking christ

Emma: he put me 6 feet under 😔

Baji: jack skeleton lookin ass slenderman bitch ass mf

Draken: i wish I'd killed him tbh

Draken: or Kisaki

Baji: FUCK KISAKI

Baji: HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SUBMITTING ASSIGNMENTS WHAT WAS HE DOING KILLING PEOPLE OMFG

Emma: can't believe a 13 year old took part in my murder 😭

Shinichiro: ...

Shinichiro: kids are nifty little fellas

Shinichiro: they come outta no where

Izana: don't try to justify getting killed by a 12 year old

Izana: that was embarrassing

Emma: yeah Shin you could have dogged why did you turn around so slowly💀

Shinichiro: y'all acting all cool by being mean to me and shit

Shinichiro: when you were deeply affected by my death😕

Shinichiro: you love me

Emma: you're still a pathetic old man 😁

Emma: ily <3

Draken: :/

Emma: he's my brother :(((

Emma: but i love you too Ken :)) <3

Draken: :)

Izana: disgusting

Izana: repulsive

Izana: revolting

Baji: stfu you never experienced love

Izana: 😐

Shinichiro: Keisuke🙁

Baji: sorry

Baji: change of subject

Baji: i think Haru might kill someone

Emma: oh definitely

Izana: no question about it

Shinichiro: c'mon guys give him a little credit he might change

Baji: Haru's fucked up, Takemitchy's gonna have to come up with another genius plan or smth :/

Emma: Senju'll save him

Emma: i wish I'd been friends with Senju

Emma: girlboss

Emma: i want her to beat Mikey's ass

Baji: remember that one time she girlbossed too close to the sun

Draken: while i was in Brahman i wanted to fight her but i didn't wanna live with the embarrassment

Emma: of losing to a girl?

Draken: of losing to someone who's 5 feet

Emma: i'm 4'9

Draken: Emma i was talking about fighting

Emma: :(

Draken: ily

Emma: :)

Shinichiro: ok guys we get it you're capable of being loved you can stop now

Emma: no bitches?? 🤔

Emma: i'm sorry

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peakyscillian · 2 years

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The Fight | The Date Series

Summary: Cillian has been away filming for two months, Ophelia is teething and you just need some kind of reassurance. Warnings: Language/Arguing. Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader Part: 19/? Requested: No A/N: They've had it pretty plain sailing I needed to throw in a tough moment sorry!

The Fight | The Date Series

Masterlist | Date Masterlist

Part 19

You were so tired, you weren't sure how you were functioning at all. Ophelia had started teething a week ago, she was uncomfortable, in pain and constantly crying. Cilian had been away in LA, two months since he left and you were ready for him to be home, to take Ophelia and let you sleep. You still had a few weeks before that would happen, he had a scheduled break coming up but right now that was too far away.

Ophelia had finally tired herself out with her crying and was sleeping in her crib, you were determined to get some sleep in before she was awake.

You'd curled under the blanket on the sofa, settled down and then you were asleep in seconds.

** You woke to the sound of your phone ringing, with a groan you grabbed for it, a facetime from Cillian, you accepted immediately.

"Hey Bu-" You started to speak but the look on his face stopped you instantly.

"I've been trying for nearly an hour to get hold of you, jesus christ what happened?" He was concerned but annoyed you could tell.

"Sorry Cill, I was asleep" you frowned adjusting your position on the sofa.

"Its 3 in the afternoon" he quizzed, you let out a sigh.

"Ophelia, is teething she's awake screaming most of the night and day, she went down for a nap I decided to catch up on sleep" you were not in the mood for him to judge you.

"Could have text let me know" he huffed.

You rolled your eyes, definitely still shattered and now irritated by the way he was talking to you.

"It's alright for you Cillian, you're out in LA having fancy dinners and going for drinks with the lads, I'm here with your daughter while she screams the house down at all hours, but I'm sorry I didn't text you to let you know I was catching up on an hours sleep" "I'm not having ago, I was worried" he sighed hand running over his face "Look I'm going to go, Ophelia will be awake soon and I need to tidy up" You stood from the sofa. "Don't be like this Y/N, especially when I'm so far away we can't fix it"

You shook your head, feeling the tears build you were tired, missed him and just wanted some comfort "I'll call you later Cill" "Y/N, do not end this call like this" he warned.

"I can't do this okay? I just need you home with us, so fucking lonely and exhausted" you confessed letting a few tears slip onto your cheeks. "Baby, please don't fuck, I can't stand this, but I can't just leave right now, I'll call Ella get her over, my sisters whoever" he was scrambling for ideas.

"Just want you Cill, please just let me call you later" you whispered.

"Y/N, I love you okay?"

You nodded, as the sounds of Ophelia wide awake and crying filled the baby monitor "She's awake, I love you" you spoke softly, finger immediately hitting the end call button.

You pulled yourself together, brushing the tears away and headed for the stairs. ** You sighed as your phone rang out on the coffee table, Ophelia was laying sound asleep next to you in her snug pillow. "Hey" you smiled as Cillian appeared on the screen, you were feeling guilty about your earlier attitude.

"Hey darling, how are you feeling?" he asked, you could see the amazing view from his apartments balcony. "Tired, but okay, Im so sor-" Cillian shook his head "Don't apologise, I shouldn't have been that way with you, I was just worried. I'm booking you and Ophelia tickets to fly out here" You frowned "Cillian, we agreed her first flight would be with both of us, you want me to do a thirteen hour flight with our teething daughter alone" Cillian rolled his eyes "What do you want me to do here y/n? Everything I suggest you fight, I can't up and leave this job until next month, I was trying to fucking help"

You felt the anger boil in your veins "Don't swear at me Cillian, you're just not seeing this from my point of view, before I was a mother I would have jumped at the chance, but our daughter is teething she's uncomfortable and spends most of her day screaming the house down, how an earth do you think that will go down on a flight?" You watched as he sighed, rubbed at his temple "Look I can't do this over the phone with you, you're taking everything as me trying to make your life harder, maybe you should call me when you've had more sleep"

You spat out a laugh "Okay when our daughter is eighteen I'll call you, fuck you Cillian" you jabbed the end call button, throwing yourself back against the sofa in frustration, just to stir Ophelia who right on queue started wailing. *** Taglist @missymurphy1985 @heidimoreton @cloudofdisney @queenshelby @janelongxox @being-worthy @anotherhitandrun @alreadybroken-ts @elenavampire21 @datewithgianni @otterly-fey

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bakugous-abs · 4 years

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What about Todoroki, Deku, Bakugo, Denki, and Hawks having to save their gf when they got kidnapped, and they just sit there holding their gf, telling her it’s going to be ok, since she went through endless hours of torture, some tears be shedded

I’m gonna be doing headcanons for these if that’s alright!! It’s easier to avoid repetition this way ♡ - Bomb

Bakugou

- God where do i begin with the emotional turmoil and his pride clashing

- He wants to hug them so bad, but he doesn't want to be seen as weak in front of the others

- He doesn't want them to know you're a liability

- Even if they were all heroes

- And if it wasn't for Kirishima pulling everyone else away from you besides one or two paramedics, he probably wouldn't have touched you at all until you got a hospital room

- If he touched you he didn't know if he could let go again

- As soon as everyone left he took off his gauntlets and held you as tightly and as gently as he could

- You seemed unresponsive to this gesture, until he heard you sniffle a few moments later and wrap your arms weakly around him, fingers trying to grasp at his costume

- He also cried, telling you "it's gonna be okay, you hear me? you're going to be okay, dammit." into your shoulder, slightly tightening his grip on you with every time he said it

- It was very Bakugouish and that simple fact alone made you feel ten times better than before

- Bakugou wouldn't let you out of his sight for even two seconds after that, always having a hand touching you

- Nearly threw hands with the hospital staff when they took you into a separate room to check for any other injuries

Deku

- This man would hesitate a little bit, shaking as he approached you with hands barely grazing your skin as he asked you if you were okay

- The moment you responded, whether that be a nod or a verbal answer, his eyes would tear up and he'd bring you so close you wouldn't be able to tell who was who

- He was very considerate of your scars and open wounds, not going too tight where they were most sore

- He was the first to start crying, you followed suite moments later, arms wrapping tightly around his neck

- "i-im so sorry yn. You're okay now though, right? Im here. Of course you are. The heroes are here. You're gonna be okay now-"

- That continued on for another 15 minutes and you would be annoyed under any other circumstances but right now,,, you needed it

- Didn't fight with paramedics when they had to take you to a separate room but was VERY nervous the whole time you were split

Todoroki

- He,,,, he didn't know what to do if im being completely honest

- He has such a hard time describing his emotions, even through actions. He's not deaf to them, just can't articulate them correctly

- Hes angry, hes happy, hes sad, hes relieved, constant opposites that he didnt know how to express

- So when he finally made it to you where you sat on the gurney in the back of an ambulance, all he could think to do was put his forehead against yours and cry

- You didn't question it as you began to cry too, pushing into him a little bit to let him know you were there, grabbing his hand ever so slightly which he accepted and squeezed your fingers

- "Yn I'm,,, I dont know what to say,,, I love you so much,,,"

- You laughed a little at that, but returned the I love you with a kiss

- Todoroki,,,,, this man,,,,,,,,, he froze a few paramedics when they tried to separate you not gonna lie

- Was then almost forced out of the hospital when the head doctor just gave him the go ahead to be with you to save the rest of his staff from becoming popsicles

Denki

- He,,, god this man loves you so much and hes not gonna let you forget it

- The moment he saw you he ran towards you, and almost tackled you to the ground out of pure relief

- The crashing of your bodies alerting some staff but he Did Not Care and Would Not let you go

- "I love you!! I love you so much yn youre so fucking strong for putting up with that!! I love you"

- You're honestly not sure who cried more you or him

- Probably him

- After the initial shock he would bounce back, asking if you were okay and checked you up and down as if he didn't slam his body into yours a few minutes ago

- It was sweet though, you loved him

- Completely inseparable, you two

- Except for when the staff told him to leave for a few while they got you set up in your room where he exited like a kicked puppy with his tail between his legs

Hawks

- Birdman is like a combination between Deku and Kaminari

- Super hesitant yet so eager to put his hands on you

- The moment you give him the go ahead to wrap his arms around you youre trapped in his arms and caged in his wings

- Almost like he was protecting you for when he couldn't

- "Jesus fucking Christ yn you scared me half to shit. I love you so much baby bird please don't leave me like that again."

- You wrapped your arms around him and promised him you wouldn't, though you knew that promise would be quickly broken when you would have to be separated for the paramedics to do their job and when he got sent on another hero mission

- When the hospital staff actually DID try and take you from him,,, it was a lot similar to the Todoroki situation and he was just eventually allowed to stay by your side

- After they had fixed you up the reality of what happened sunk in and you began to bawl your eyes out, shaking and cold

- He comforted you the whole time, his own tears shedding as he felt every shake and jolt of your body against his

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fandomfixationstation · 3 years

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Warning: mention of death of a loved one.

Todays concept is MC gets a call that like their parental figure has died one way or another and this upsets them greatly because one, they aren’t there to help with anything two, the only people there to do anything are their siblings three, they considered said parent a angel or a blessing by god (optional/bonus points if said parents name means angel-) They don’t say anything at first though they seem rather angry and now one can figure out why. then they hide and have a mental breakdown to cry in hopefully but unlikely peace. now I shall write the response headcanons / scenarios or whatever I will do Update: well I didn’t write a scenario / short story bit for all of them because i ran out of energy to do so and then i never went back to it, though if anyone begs or askes nicely I could in theory maybe work something out. this was something self indulgent and was something i wrote to really get me out of a bad headspace. Lucifer

He is the first one to realize something is wrong, especially if they aren’t a very angry person.

probably doesn’t get to ask about what is going on because he is forced to deal with something else and rather quickly

though when people start inquiring where they went after lunch, finding it unlikely that they would randomly choose to skip class or something he makes his goal to find them.

Probably doesn’t take him long to find them after he starts looking. gets it in the first three guesses of where they are hiding.

“why are you hiding here with Cerberus?” Lucifer said with a bit of amusement. he figured he would find them here with his dog. just not curled up and cuddling.

“wouldn’t you like to know” was all they uttered out, having no real energy to argue, or fight. though it was clear they had been crying their eyes out.

“well something is clearly upsetting you, why not talk about it. nobody else is here to listen in” Lucifer offers to lend an ear to listen to their problems. he was also hoping that by doing so he could get to the root of the problem and deal with it. expecting that he was going to have to knock one of his brothers into line again.

“I just received some bad news. that’s all. also, I’ll be otherwise located Friday, so like, don’t worry if I’m not around on Friday, I will be back like Saturday, so there is that” They explain, clearly not wanting to get into the details of the so called bad news.

“otherwise located?” Lucifer inquired as to what the hell they meant by that.

“yeah, um, I will be visiting - visiting the human world for the day.” visiting might not be the word they were looking for but it was the word they went with nonetheless.

“your visiting the human world?” Lucifer was surprised to say the least. especially considering he wasn’t hearing about this till now.

“yeah, i was talking to Diavolo not long ago to make sure it was alright” with a sigh the were back to melting into the side of the dog.

“normally you are excited to visit the human world, what happened” lucifer wanted to get to the root of the misery they were feeling and he wasn’t gonna sweep this under the rug.

“for fuck sakes, you really aren’t gonna leave me alone till I say it huh? my parent fucking died. are you fucking happy, lucifer? Jesus Christ.” doing everything in their power to hold back a second wave of tears as they add on “my blessing of a parent died. can we drop the topic now?” they said clearly not wanting to hear anything come out of lucifer's mouth as they hardly give him the chance to speak.

“ah, I see, my condolences” Lucifer was trying to figure out what to say at the same time he was trying to figure out how to cheer them up or at least make them more comfortable. “do you want some Kleenex? how about some water?” lucifer inquired simply.

“water would be nice.” they let out a sigh.

“im sure your parent was a lovely person. I think it is safe to assume that they’ll end up somewhere where they are safe and happy” Lucifer states simply as he holds a hand out to them to help them to their feet.

“I have no doubts about it. so you don’t need to tell me twice. it just. . . hurts” They says rather quietly. Accepting lucifer’s hand and pulling themself to their feet.

”go take a seat in my office, no one will bother you in there. I’ll join you soon enough with your glass of water.” Mammon

This man probably thinks he did something wrong, spends half the day trying to figure out what he did

if its not that he is trying to figure out who pissed them off and who he should be yelling at.

he hates to admit it but he doesn’t like seeing them angry or upset.

is probably gonna be first to realize that they slipped of to somewhere and start trying to find them right away.

after checking a few other areas, Mammon finally considers they might have just gone home to hide. knocking on their door and slowly opening it mammon calls out into the room “Oi, human are you in here?”.

“Go away Mammon” they were heard but very muffled as they had encased themselves in several blankets, clearly sounding like they were crying. unless they choose to eat gravel or something.

“what’s got you so bumbed out?” Mammon said fully entering the room now know that they were in the room and completely ignoring their request to go away.

“I said go away, I don’t want to talk about it” They said pulling the pillow to their head in hopes to block out more of the world. so that they didn’t have to look up and face the fact they were a hot mess. so mammon didn’t have to see them like this.

“no! the great mammon isn’t leaving till you say what's bothering you! that way I can fix it for you!” Mammon declared boldly. goofy grin on his face hoping that his optimism would help cheer them up.

“you can’t fix this. you cant bring back the dead. well unless you use necromancy, but. that's never worked out” They had let out a dry laugh for saying all of this. but now they were holding back tears trying to not cry their heart out for a second time.

“oh human...” Mammon was at a loss of words, though to be fair he didn’t get the time to form a full sentence.

“I’ll never get them back. they were practically an angel” they sniffled, trying to not sob. “my parent died mammon. what the fuck am I going to do?” they didn’t really expect an answer from mammon.

“Listen here, the great mammon will deal with all the technical talk, and will make sure you can go to the human world long enough for you to do what you need to. but till then and maybe after, I’ll be here for you.” mammon explained simply.

after letting out a chocked sob they reached out a hand and grabbed onto mammon's arm. “thank you” they sobbed out. mammon just sat there and patted the blanket pile gently trying to give as much comfort as he could.

“do you want a hug?”

“please-”

Leviathan

since he hides away and does online classes (Correct me if im wrong) he might not even realize something is going on

unless he messages them and doesn’t get a response.

will ask if the others have seen them and like will try to figure out where they were last seen.

eventually puzzles together that something is wrong and he should look for them

Satan

He although wrathful himself, isn’t able to see through the anger and might be a little annoyed about them for being so.

though he does understand that there is probably a reason for them being upset. he’ll do his best to figure out what caused them to act this way.

he’s stubborn and straight forward, he’ll probably be direct and ask what is wrong and wont leave till he gets an answer.

or he might occasionally bring it up and keep getting updates with how their doing kind of thing.

doesn’t really have to seek for them when they hide away because he watched them slip away and got worried and followed them

Asmodeus

he is very quick to realize something more is going on, something more than meets the eye.

probably doesn’t directly do anything at first other than same some sugar coated words in hopes it cheers them up.

when that doesn’t work, he gets very worried and tries to convince them to do somethings to ‘take your mind off of things’

knows exactly where to look to find them. first try!

Beelzebub

one of two ways, he either doesn’t notice anything for the first little bit, or he has a strange feeling nagging him that something is wrong and he tries to figure out what.

once its clear that they’ve disappeared he is quick to start looking, might take a while to find them because he is gonna check everywhere to find them.

bear hugs no questions asked, will try to comfort to the best of his abilities.

will ask them what they want to do after a while to see what he can do to make them feel better

Belphegor

tbh honest probably knows something is up right away.

with either avoid it entirely or bluntly ask what is wrong

if he doesn’t get a direct answer or is shooed away he doesn’t have the energy to push for the truth, might be a bit annoyed.

once he hears that they have gone missing it probably wont take him long to find them.

will sit down next to them and be like ‘now will you tell me what is wrong?’

Solomon

since he doesn’t have the same amount of time with them he may not notice at first. or he does notice ASAP because holy shit what happened why are they so mad.

might try to inquire what is wrong and like use his natural charm to try to cheer them up.

when he hears they are lost or missing ect. he uses magic to find them as quickly as possible.

will do a bunch of considerably silly and goofy things trying to get them to smile or laugh before trying to get them to talk about whats bothering them

Simeon

doesn’t take him long to figure out something is wrong, just one look and he knows

but other wise, he’ll simply ask if you want to talk about it. when bluntly rejected he’ll leave them alone

they go missing during the day? maybe it was worse than he first realized, he’ll go looking for them.

will find them within the hour, maybe a half hour if he’s lucky.

mans will try to comfort them any way he can.

_____________________________________________________________ sorry, for not doing Diavolo, luke and barbatos, i just didn’t really have the time to do them nor could i figure out how to do ones for them so like aihogdsifh sorry. but i do hope you enjoy this post nonetheless.

#OBEY ME #Obey Me Levi #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #Obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me headcanons #obey me headcannons #obey me scenarios

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clandestineloki · 3 years

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The Stages Of Falling In Love: Realization

Denial || Attachment || Realization || Sharing || Reflection || Acceptance

Everyone was thankful once you got back; Tony ran up to you, dragging you to the common room, blabbing about how there was an ice cream party and how he had bought all kinds of toppings and ice cream. He shoved you down on the couch and walked to the kitchen to get you your own spoon and bowl.

But, really, Tony was thanking Jesus Christ Our Lord and Savior that Loki could finally shut up about you.

Loki was very annoyed when Tony banged on his door, telling him to come out and shove ice cream into his damn mouth so you can shut up about her already, but didn’t protest.

After all, he liked ice cream.

And, well… you, he guessed.

You squealed as Tony brought the bowl and spoon, and practically made a beeline for the table where the ice cream and toppings were. Loki was sitting on the single-person couch a little farther away from the rest of the team, who were clamoring about the ice cream assortments.

Loki grimaced at the bowl in Bucky’s hand, which was filled with- he heard- mango ice cream, Pop Rocks sprinkles, strawberry syrup, and hot chocolate cream. He wondered what it would taste like- a tangy sting on the tip of the tongue, followed by a crackling firework show in your mouth, then an overly sweet revelation, then a soft, warm, soothing taste that would feel like a hug from the inside.

Sweet, but disgusting.

Kind of like you.

Since when did he start comparing people to ice cream?

Loki furrowed his eyebrows, but returned to his neutral expression as he tried to brush away those thoughts, and continued to snack on his ice cream.

“You’re just having vanilla?”

He looked up at you. Of course, you had an extremely bizarre combination like everyone else.

“Why do you ask?” he quirked up an eyebrow.

“Oh, no,” you shook your head quickly. “I like vanilla too! I call it the imagination flavor.”

“I beg your pardon?” He leaned forward.

“I call it the imagination flavor because when the ice cream shop didn’t have my favorite flavor, I’d always buy vanilla, close my eyes, eat it, and pretend it’s my favorite flavor!”

Loki stared at you as you animatedly talked about ice cream. Again, ice cream always brought him back to the idea of cold, but he’d be damned if he said he wasn’t interested.

“But right now, actually, I’m not eating vanilla. I’m eating this combination of ch-” you suddenly frowned, moving a few steps back. “I-Im sorry, you must be annoyed by me.”

Loki blinked, realizing your tone changed to something a little smaller.

If it were anyone else, Loki would be itching to tell them to leave, to let him eat his bloody ice cream in serenity.

But this was you.

And, for some reason, you weren’t just anyone else.

“Continue,” he found himself saying.

Your eyebrows perked up, your eyes lighting up with a ping! as you stuttered on your words. “Wha-?”

“Go ahead,” he said. “Tell me what horrible concoction you’re having.”

You squealed in joy, and the corner of Loki’s lips curled ever so slightly.

“I’m having a chocolate and coffee crumble, with Pop Rocks, Rice Krispies, white chocolate chips, and raspberry syrup. Try it, it’s the best!” You scooped a part of it up and held the spoon up to Loki.

Loki thought it was disgusting.

Chocolate with coffee, of all the odd combinations? Rice Krisp- what in the Nine? And raspberry syrup? Utterly unorthodox.

But he didn’t want to disappoint you.

So, he leaned forward, and took the spoon in his mouth, taking it from you with his hand. He smacked his lips together a few times, then his eyebrows went up.

It tasted great.

It tasted heavenly.

It was all the good things in the world all rolled in one in a single spoon of ice cream.

Was that what love would taste like?

The fireworks show in his mouth was spontaneous, but the chocolate and coffee and raspberry mixed perfectly well to complement it. It was overwhelming… in the best way.

He loved it.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression completely neutral.

“It’s alright,” he hummed.

You grinned. “I told you!”

You chattered on about the ice cream, and how Nat’s ice cream mix tasted like crap, and that’s when Loki realized it.

He didn’t care about the snow, or the imagination flavor, or way the ice cream left a sweet aftertaste that would last the rest of the night. He didn’t care just because he cared.

He cared because he cared about you.

And it dawned upon him as he stared at you as you stood up to get another helping of the imagination flavor.

He was in love.

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hatsukeii · 4 years

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One where y/n has been obviously in love with Tsuki since they were kids and not afraid to show it, but he’s always been lowkey mean to her and thinks she’s annoying and then finally years later she decides he’s not a nice guy and let’s him know she’s fine with all that crap and then he realizes he’s falling for her and does something really sweet for her and they fall in love? 😭😭🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ty in advance. Sorry if this is too long or specific, if it is, feel free to ignore

I genuinely hope you didn’t think I would actually ignore this<33

IM SORRY IM A MASTER PROCRASTINATOR ILY ALL AND YOU ALL DESERVE AN APOLOGY FROM ME

Dear diary//Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Cursing

Genre: Angst??? I guess???

Summary: He’s an ass, but you still love him to bits, and it’s killing you.

July 16, 2008

Dear Diary,

I got to play with Tsukki again! He had his dino with him, it was super cute! He told me his front teeth came off last night, and there’s a big hole in his teeth, but it’s okay, because he said it will grow back. I tried to hold his hand while going down the twin slides but he said it was sweaty, so next time I’ll wear gloves!

You flip through the hot pink diary, cringing at your young infatuation. Your diary entries were cringey as fuck, but they always rekindle something within you whenever you read them. You can’t even remember when you stopped writing in the book. Was it when you turned 10? Maybe 12? You don’t have a single clue.

April 30, 2011

Dear Diary,

Tsukki refused to marry me in the playground at break:(( I’ve known him for so long though, aren’t we supposed to get married? I just wanna hold his hand and hug him and give him a biiiiig kiss<33

Chuckling at the memory, you recalled the event from that entry clearly. You were seven years old only, still an immature kid. You still thought that getting married in a middle school playground was a huge milestone in life, almost as crucial as a legal marriage.

May 29, 2016

Dear Diary,

Love how Tsukki didn’t even remember my birthday:,) Must be nice getting made fun of. Half the students in my class felt my second hand embarrassment from when he completely forgot about it. God, why am I even in love with this asshole? I’m gonna have to go to school tomorrow and deal with all my classmates making fun of me for being hopeless. Brb, currently digging a hole for myself:)

Frowning at the memory, you think back to when you were twelve. He was an asshole then, still is an asshole to this day. And yet not an ounce of your unconditional love and support for him has faded. Grabbing a tissue, you wipe the remaining tears from your eyes, ignoring the dried tear stains on your cheek. Your hand slams onto the bedside table, lazily feeling for your phone. Tilting it towards your face, you sigh at the empty lock screen, accepting defeat. Flicking through the rest of the book, you are welcomed by pages and pages of white. “So that’s when I gave up on this diary...” you mutter to yourself as you lift yourself up from your bed. Heading towards your desk, you absentmindedly grab yourself a pen, notebook in hand. Slamming the diary down, you open it up to the next entry page after your last one, gently placing the tip of your pen on the first line. You grab your hair out of frustration, the ink bleeding into the thin paper. “What to do, what to do...?” You mumble, starting to form sentences in your notebook.

July 17, 2020

Dear Diary,

It’s been a while hasn’t it? Holy shit, all my entries were about Tsukki weren’t they? Jesus, of course they were. At least I was able to get it off my chest this afternoon. Telling him that I’ve been in love with him for years, that was fucking terrifying. Telling him that although I know he’s an ass, an animatronic dick complete with ballsack, that won’t stop me from falling harder, it was gut wrenching, but also relieving to a certain degree. I’m still waiting for some form of response, although I’m not sure I’m gonna get one anytime soon. I can’t decide whether telling him was the dumbest or bravest decision I’ve made. Maybe it was both. Just wait until I look back on this entry like a decade later and still cry about it lmao. Tbh he’s a genuinely nice person at heart. I know that all too well. He may be an ass most the time, and he may think I’m annoying, but despite how hard he tries to push me away, I’ll never abandon him. Jesus Christ, I sound like a yandere here, but it’s not that. It’s that I care for him a lot. Maybe even a bit too much. It’s ridiculous how absolute and utter shit a crush can make you feel.

Throwing the pen down, you flop back onto your bed, huffing into the thick blankets. You stay silent, not sure of what to think of the situation. “I’ll just deal with it all tomorrow, I’m tired of this shit.”

On the other side of the incident, Tsukishima is currently going through a mental crisis.

The blond sits at his desk, eyes unwavering, but focusing on nothing. It feels as if he hasn’t blinked in what seemed to be hours. Just hours of staring at his wall that led to nothing. Your confession plays in his head nonstop, like a broken record that refused to run out of battery.

“The thing is I like you. I’m pretty sure I always have. And I know that you’re such an asshole and all that, you won’t treat me as well as people would expect, but it’s fine. I’m fine with all that. All the dumb, stupid, careless insults you’ll throw at me, the side eyes and sneers, telling me to shut up and go away, I’m fine with it. I know you’re a good person, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Well shit what the fuck do you want me to say?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

Maybe he should have let you down slowly.

But as he stares at his wall, the photos of the two of you framed and balanced on his floating shelves, he starts to reconsider his feelings.

The way your expression faltered then as you hastily took your bag and rushed away without a single word, the way you avoided him in the halls, the way you stopped talking to him throughout the day, it drove him crazy. He couldn’t handle the realisation that he hurt you so incredibly badly, so now all he can do is stare at his empty, blank wall. Did he know why he felt that way? No. He didn’t and still doesn’t. He’s Tsukishima fucking Kei, the emotionless, provoking, unlikeable king, yet a mere girl is somehow able to mess with his mind so badly, that all he can do is wallow in regret and confusion? What is this weird feeling? His throat itches, his heart is beating like crazy, sweat starting to gather around his temples. He clamps his two hands together, slamming his forehead onto them and squeezing his eyes shut.

How could I have been so dense?

How was he unable to see that you were absolutely in love with him? Even with the bento boxes, birthday gifts, constant compliments, he still only ever thought you liked him as a friend. However he never did. He likes you more than that. Way more. Yes, he thought, and still thinks you can be annoying at times, especially when you nag at him about not eating enough or being rude, but it was undeniable that there was something else he felt. But his stupid ass shitty ego would never let him admit it. And now that you finally confessed, he freaked out and fucked up. Even then, he didn’t think it would affect him to this extent.

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you (Y/N).”

He says that over and over again, desperate to cloud out the disagreeing thoughts in his head that scream otherwise.

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

The guilt didn’t go away.

In fact, now that he’s said all that, he feels even worse. Oh how much he wants to find you right this second, wrap you in his arms, tell you how incredibly sorry he is, but he can’t. He doesn’t deserve to do that. His heart is begging for him to just get out of the house and run to yours as fast as he could, but his body won’t move. He wants to cry. Scream. Shout. Throw something. Shatter something. But most of all, he wants to get another chance.

Picking up his phone, he hesitates, before typing in your contact, the cleared out, empty chatroom showing up on his screen. Going as fast as his fingers could, he typed out the one sentence he’s been dying to let out.

“It was a middle school crush, but I’m still into you. I always have been.”

Is it just me, or is this bad-

Idk man it seems like all my fics are pretty much the same and I hate it😌

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Edit: cue me realising I was half asleep and missed something in the request don’t be surprised if I repost this💀💀💀💀

Btw the hq manga just ended time to cry

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yveaart · 4 months

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how to lose a guy in 10 days !! csc (teaser)

choi seungcheol x reader

genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities

warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol

and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.

“what?” you shooted

“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice

“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted

“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously

“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised

“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked

“like what doggy style?” karina questioned

“not like that you idiot” sakura glared

“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed

“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed

“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed

“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced

right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.

all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.

why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.

“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area

“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution

“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head

“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned

“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said

“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests

“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina

it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.

you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.

you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.

the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.

“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question

“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied

“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.

“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you

“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.

“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered

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glassartpeasants · 3 years

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Late Nights

Frankie x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst,

A/N: I managed to pop this one out first cause idk. But here you guy bro @writingfromthetomb sorry if it’s short im rusty. It sucks but oop. Isaac’s and Will’s I’ll try to pop out this week

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As much as you loved Frankie, being in a relationship with the undead man was a terrible challenge. Work always consumed his schedule. It felt like he never had anytime for you. He would always be consumed in his work to even notice your presence. Always talking about how you were annoying him and to leave him be so he could work.

It hurt. You would always make him dinner, which he promptly took a plate before hiding in his room to try and learn more about his target. Not a thank you to be heard. No words exchanged between you two. He said that bounty hunting was a full time job. He was very good at it, which caused him to get more money as he went on. It slowly caused him to be money hungry over the years. He’s a workaholic to the highest degree. It hurts when you try to show him affection, but he pushes you away and calls you clingy.

Wanting a small bit of affection was not clingy. You just wanted to spend time with him. Maybe if you ignored him, he would come to you? Now even yo knew that was impossible. Your heart would never allow that. You love him too much so it’s always a struggle. So here you are, at two in the morning, laying in the bed with your boyfriend by your side. The night is the only time where you would actually be able to feel the comfort of his arms.

It was a time you never took for granted. You were forever grateful for every second that you felt the comfort of his arms. His head would be in between your head and shoulder while his arms were wrapped against your waist. You would intangle your fingers with his and smile stretched across your tired face. You dreaded the morning, knowing that this time with him never lasts long.

“At least I get this time with you. It may not be long but I’ll take it.” You turn your face a bit before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“If only you could accept the love i have to give you.” Your hand moved towards his hair. Your fingers sliding through his soft locks as you slowly massaged his scalp. A soft sigh left Frankie’s lips as his arms tighten around your form and digs his head deeper into your neck. The small action caused your lip to tremble as a few tears slip from your eyes and roll down your cheeks. You close your eyes only for you to be met with the sun shining in your eyes and Frankies side of the bed cold and empty.

“God damnit. HE doesn’t even wait for me to wake up? Why am I even surprised anymore?” Frustration bubbled inside you as your legs move tot he side of the bed, lifting your self up to feel the feeling of the carpet between your toes.

You get changed and head into the living room/kitchen before noticing a note on the kitchen fridge.

Got a big job today, won’t be back till 8pm promise.

-Frankie

Last time he said he promised he broke it when he said he’d be home at 2pm only to arrive at one in the morning. Rightfully so you were furious. You were worried sick about him and all he said was a half assed sorry. It caused a major fight that surely one of the neighbors heard. It wasn’t pretty. It made your spend the night at your friends for a few days. You had gotten a call from Will on the 3rd day, saying that Frankie was more of an asshole than usual and to come back. You gave Will your number since you were friends with him.

It it weren’t for Will, you probably would have broken up with Frankie that day.

It felt like everything was coming back to start all over again. Tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks. Grabbing a couch cushion you throw it to your face before screaming into it.

“Fucking Frankie. I swear if you don’t keep your promise this time it’s over.”

And so the countdown started.

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3pm

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4pm

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6pm

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7:45pm

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8pm

...

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You sat on the couch watching the door with your phone in your hand, watching the clock count down. SpongeBob playing on the tv while your knuckles turn white before going back to it’s normal color after calming yourself down. He’s probably only a few minutes late right?

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9pm: Everyone can be a little late

10pm: Traffic did seem bad today

11pm:....

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You finally fell asleep at the late hours of 12am. Staying up late waiting for him to return all those times are finally catching up to you.

The sound of the door unlocking woke you up. Your eyes flutter open as you see your boyfriend coming in. You turn on your phone to see the time and as soon as the cock turned on screen you body was filled with rage and you only saw red

3am

“Are you fucking kidding me Frankie?! WTF?! It’s 3am! Not 8pm@ WHere gave you been?!”

“Lost track of time. Im back at least aren’t I?” His lack of reaction only fueled your rage.

“I was worried sick about you! You broke your promise again! Listen Frankie, I don’t know if i can take this anymore! Im always worried about you! You come home at ungodly hours of the night and then act like nothing had happened! Can you not understand how I feel?”

“Jesus christ! I always come home don’t I? You need to stop being so clingy!”

“Cling? Clingy?! CLINGY?! It’s clingy to worry about my boyfriend?! It’s clingy to just want to spend time with you?! The only time i spend with you is when we’re sleeping! That the only time i feel like you actually love me!” Tears blur your vision as Frankie’s face became blurry.

“Go to the bed. Im sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Fine.” Frankie stomps to his room before slamming the door closed. It was when you let out a sigh, that you knew it was time to let go.

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morwensteelsheen · 3 years

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WIP wednesday thoughts:

willow cabin is utterly fucked because i changed my intended ~moral~ halfway through and now im stuck trying to integrate this shitty political intrigue plot into what should’ve been a more interesting story about éowyn adapting to life in gondor. hugely fucking annoyed by it and just totally unsure how to proceed. i could significantly increase the chapter count, but im worried that because the initial framing device was this bandits shit that closing out that plot and then still going for ages afterwards would be really shitty? i honestly don’t know, it’s so difficult. really i just need someone to read my outline and tell me if im being a dumb twat about it lol

meanwhile I know exactly where I want to go with AFTA but for some unaccountable reason im stressed that my ass is gonna get roasted for the direction i want to take it in. it’s all based in both tolkien’s personal politics and (some) historical precedent, but im worried people are gonna see it as a marysue-ification? but also im hoping to do sthg of a sequel to afta to practice the political intrigue writing so i don’t make the same mistakes i did in wc, and to do that it would require this specific set up in AFTA. im gonna put my AFTA thing under the cut so don’t click read more unless you’re gucci with potential AFTA spoilers!!

this royal affair au is definitely gonna get published at some point but im trying to decide if i want to do ~tasteful~ smut that drives a longer narrative or if im really just gonna do a whole 3,000 word build up to some run of the mill, old fashioned PWP lmao

okay so i have spent a Lot of time thinking about what impact i think éowyn and faramir would have on each other in a pre-ring war setting, and the honest to god conclusion ive come to is that they would somewhat inadvertently egg on each other’s (wildly divergent) idealism.

faramir’s an idealist politically in ways that, as Big D rightly points out, are not super productive in a wartime scenario. but so far as im concerned, the war doesn’t feel as warlike until they have to blow the bridge at osgiliath. until that point, there’s not really anything to say that faramir’s whole throwback optimism isn’t a perfectly justifiable position to have.

but what that idealism is and how it manifests are two really important considerations. the crux of his idealistic politics is that he looks at númenor and sees something valuable in it, and looks at gondor and sees a lot that he thinks is fucked up. outside of articulating a general angst towards the glory hunting, it’s not like he’s spending time talking about his specific policy prescriptions. however, we do know a few things that can guide us to a more coherent reconstruction of his politics:

he’s pretty rigidly hierarchical (when it’s convenient for him). as seen in: him basically telling sam to fuck off and stay in his lane in WOTW, and in how and when he chooses to refer to his father as ‘father’ vs ‘my lord’ or ‘lord of the city’ in the aftermath of the osgiliath retreat and then before he gets his ass sent back there. i don’t want to go into too much detail here but if i go with this i’ll definitely justify it more thoroughly in the footnotes.

so we’ve got faramir’s emphasis on hierarchy and his occasional (when convenient) belief that the upper echelons of a hierarchy are there because they’re intellectually and/or morally better. or, maybe to remove the causation from that instance, because they are in those upper echelons, they have an obligation to be more morally/intellectually upstanding, and the people in the structure below them have an obligation to show deference. unless you’re faramir and you’re dealing with denethor in which case that all goes out the window. classic.

we know there is some sort of nascent pseudo-democratic tradition of popular sovereignty in gondor. we know this because faramir asks the masses at aragorn’s coronation if they’ll accept him as king. faramir is a lot of things, but he is certainly not a progressive political radical, and i cannot imagine any situation in which he cooked up that rigmarole himself. that then implies to me that it’s building on some sort of political/cultural expectation in gondor. so: some sort of relationship to popular legitimacy. the people of gondor are subjects, but perhaps not as totally passive and unconsidered in the power structure as we might assume given the comparability to feudal europe/asia.

given those two things, i want to use AFTA to argue:

that faramir, in looking to assign blame for the faults he sees in gondor, would not directly assign blame to the lower classes, but rather to the aristocracy, because he will have seen them as failing in their moral obligations to the people they rule over. this is not to say that he isn’t fucked off about The People™ valorising war, but i think he’d take the position that they couldn’t possibly be expected to form those values and opinions of their own volition, and the fault lies in their rules. faramir: not gramscian.

faramir lacks any power that is non-military, and even that is of questionable worth because the rangers seem to be fairly distinct to the general structure of the army, and are not exactly a huge force.

faramir lacking any political power isn’t necessarily a huge concern for him (as in, he’s not actively trying to change that), because he knows he’s not going to lead a moral revolution and isn’t interested in taking up the responsibilities having political capital would engender because he’s stuck dealing with this war, that he fucking hates btw has he mentioned that he hates it?

however, given that he is apparently eminently versed in lore and scholarship, he is probably keenly aware that there is this incipient notion of popular legitimacy somewhere in gondor’s culture. it’s not, for most of his life, knowledge that actually does anything for him, but it is there.

éowyn, meanwhile, doesn’t really have many strong political convictions (yet). not because she’s a dumbass or whatever, but because she looks at court politics as kind of a farce, and doesn’t believe that power legitimately emanates from anywhere that isn’t a Big Fucking Army. and why, strictly speaking, would she not think that? the event that brought about the creation of her kingdom was not careful, soft spoken negotiation, it was her ancestors being in the right place at the right time with a Big Fucking Army.

and the internal politics of the Riddermark actually seem to be fairly stable, all things considered. i sincerely doubt that Théoden or Théodred are having to negotiate complex politicking in the way Denethor and Boromir are. so where, then, would éowyn see that kind of political behaviour outside gondor? with gríma.

éowyn, then, will see the immediate contrast between gríma (backroom dealer, manipulator extraordinaire) and théoden (owner of Big Fucking Army). and gríma goes and fucking wins that fight. that forces éowyn to confront the fact that, jesus christ, maybe there are different types of power.

at the same time, she’s going to be in minas tirith and needing to cover for théoden letting his shit get wrecked. not just because she’s prideful, which of course she is, but because if denethor/gondor think that théoden is too weak to hold up his end of the bargain, why would they ever go help the Mark? éowyn, seeing that théoden’s f-f-fucked, knows that there’s a very very good chance the Mark will need help.

against her feelings about courtly politics, she starts to accept that she’s going to need to do something to get power in gondor. not anything substantial, it’s not like she’s trying to overthrow anybody, but enough that when push comes to shove she can force denethor to help out the Mark (if he doesn’t do so willingly).

but, as ive sort of already shown in AFTA, she’s a bit of a dogshit diplomat. good for a little big-brawny-enforcer stuff, but not exactly brimming with cultural sensitivity. by the time she realises théoden + the Mark are fucked, she’ll have burnt quite a few bridges with the gondorrim nobles, and it’s not like she’s the sort of person to go running cap-in-hand begging for mercy.

so: she has to look elsewhere. and wow! a chance for faramir to do his favourite thing — talk about his opinions! and by god, his weird idealistic politics are… actually kind of helpful? because he’s like, look, you’re never gonna be a diplomat, but there are other ways of consolidating power. and one of those ways is by appealing to The People™. so why not work that angle?

and actually, we know that this is a viable route for éowyn because hama, in arguing for her to take up the mantle of théoden’s heir when théoden and éomer fuck off to helm’s deep, basically says that The People™ love her and would have willingly chosen her to lead them.

we also know, based on faramir’s middle men speech, that the people of gondor and the mark have grown alike in nature. not totally unreasonable to then think that the people of gondor would take to her like the people of the mark did.

éowyn, then, in various ways begins to try to win over the people of minas tirith. i need to do a little more research on this bc what ive got on the practicalities of that so far are a bit, uhhh, sketchy, but the least jargony way to describe this is to point to when natalie dormer’s character in GOT gets out of the carriage to go hug and kiss some babies. (marc bloch, eat your heart out)

this would later segue into a potential sequel where, while trying to secure the way for aragorn’s coronation, éowyn actually plays an interesting role because she’s fallen into this incidental Diana, People’s Princess™ role and so is better positioned than almost anyone to go advocate on his behalf. wow! cool! éowyn getting to be politically useful in more ways than just getting hitched!

so yeah. that’s how i am thinking it might play out. this would obviously have a rolling impact on the remainder of AFTA and how certain (🔥) events pan out later, but i think that building up part has to begin pretty much now, narratively. also this lets me get in a reference to “and then her heart changed, or else at last she understood it” and have it not be almost entirely about wanting to shag faramir, but actually about her gradual evolution from valorising war above all else to being like, hmm, maybe there are other ways of being powerful. which i think still largely captures the “no longer I will vie with the great riders” stuff, but more subtly and without feeling quite so… deferential, I guess? Like it’s not that she’s swapping one form of power (violence) for nothing (gardening?? healing?? tolkien accidental articulation of necropolitics??) but swapping violence for a different type of more sustainable power.

yeah. that’s the take, basically. who fucking knows.

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