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❄️𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 : 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 - 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫.

— CW: 18+, smut. Cheating. PiV. Both Padme and Anakin cheat. | Word count: 2.0k (not proofread!)

— a/n: Consider this a late Christmas gift because it's 2k <3. I normally don't like my fics but I can say I am proud of this one. Inspired by an unreleased song by Jules Paymer. Follow them ;).

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

Anakin stares at you from the other side of the large room, admiring how you carry yourself with such grace and confidence. His hand tightens around the glass of whatever the fuck he is drinking, he can’t really give a damn about it now. All he can think of is how much he wishes he could yank your hair and beat you up. Drag you to the center of the room and expose you, scream to the world how you ruined the best thing he would ever have.

It’s time. He knows he has to be quick before you get away before he can get his stupid revenge. As he strides towards you, he can hear Padmé’s apologies ringing in his ear, bouncing inside his brain and making his blood boil.

“I am so sorry, it was a mistake! I promise I didn't mean to.”

“It was an accident, Anakin. I was drunk— she means nothing to me!”

“Please forgive me. I just couldn't lie to you anymore. It was killing me.”

Sure, maybe fucking the woman your wife cheated on you with isn't the best approach, but that's the only thing he can think of right now. Thankfully Padmé skipped today’s event, probably at home lamenting herself and planning a very sappy and emotional apology, buying him gifts, and preparing a new set of tears to ask for forgiveness. Anakin knows he will forgive her in the end, besides her he doesn't have anyone else. How is he going to give up the only good thing in his life?

He is pathetic to even consider forgiving an infidelity, but what else can he do? It isn't often that his mind strings a coherent thought, and tonight exception.will not be the exception. It would be easier to give you the benefit of the doubt; to be fair, you weren’t aware of his marriage, and if Padmé was as drunk as she claimed then— no. He cannot give her the benefit of the doubt. You are quick to acknowledge his presence and Anakin doesn’t miss the way you eye him up and down, completely oblivious to the way his eyes are beheading you. He isn’t nice when he presents himself, in fact, he is quite harsh with replying to your questions.

Your obvious interest makes him sick, so you think that with that pretty face and expensive gowns you can just get away with everything you want? Disgusting.

“I thought Jedis weren’t fond of these sorts of events,” You speak in a sultry tone. Anakin can bet you think you are being so smooth and seductive— batting those long eyelashes at him.

“Well, it’s nice to cool off from the stress every now and then.” Anakin gruffly replies, taking a sip of his drink trying to sound as charming as possible which on a normal day wouldn’t be hard, but Maker, his shoulders are so tense they hurt and his stomach is twisting with anger.

“Glad you can find a reliever,” You wink, and he can read what you imply— another type of reliever is thrown on the plate, it is up to him to bite it or spit on it. “You do look tense… General.” The way his title rolls down your tongue makes him sick. So you know who he is, did Padmé say something? Did she mention him at all? Did she even think about him as he was breaking his trust?

“Long day.”

The initial conversation is polite, he has to give you that. You don’t go straight to the point which he is thankful for, if you had tried any insinuation Anakin wouldn’t have been able to hold the impulse to crash his glass against your head. His internal struggle becomes hard; when he finds himself smirking at a snarky comment you make of another guest on the other side of the room, or when he sees you smiling at a very fake compliment he gave you… he feels nauseous— to not say ashamed— he can see right through you but you cannot see his real intentions.

“I can’t imagine living on the edge all day,” You sigh, tapping your long, manicured nails on the oddly-shaped drink. “Must be quite challenging.

Anakin suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. “You get used to it,” Is he being too harsh? Too scattering? How are you supposed to treat the person you now hate the most?

You offer him another drink which he reluctantly accepts, is this your preferred method? To force people to drink and then take advantage of them? Or is his vision of reality so distorted he isn’t able to pick up that you are the one tipsy? If any he would be the one taking advantage of you.

Anakin watches you drink without restraints, staining the edge of the glass with your dark lipstick. Is that the same color that tempted his wife? Or did you choose another shade that night? His sudden jealousy is clouding his judgment, not that he has much but still.

After your third drink— although Anakin is sure you had a couple more before he decided it was time to talk to you— your tongue begins to lose. Your questions get bolder as well as your touch. Your hand lays on his arm when you laugh, your body slowly making its way dangerously close to his. Despite the sick feeling that rises up his stomach, threatening to regurgitate the lousy dinner he managed to eat, Anakin forces himself to place his gloved hand on your lower back with an unauthentic smile. He needs to play along because that’s what he wants right? To get revenge.

It’s not hard to find an empty room in this ridiculously enormous building. Too many unused rooms that on a normal day would throw him into a useless rant about how poorly managed the Senate budget is, but then again— this isn’t a normal day for Anakin. What is extremely challenging is to continue with his plan; you let him do his move which makes him drown in self-doubt and loathing again. Was his wife the one who made the first move? Did she kiss you the way he was kissing you now?

The dark red lipstick smears all over his lips, and Anakin swears he can taste bile on his tongue. It’s stupid. What did he even think this was a good idea to start with? He is fucking stupid. Bringing your body closer to his, Anakin parts his lips to deepen the kiss, shivering when your tongue comes in contact with his. Pushing you further against the wall, you mistake his intentions— he looks like he wants to merge his body with yours, and the misunderstanding fuels your desire. He is handsome, terribly so, so where’s the harm in having a little fun? His kisses are heated, rushed, he wants to be done with this as soon as possible. He wants to— what the fuck does he even wants to? Is this the moment of clarity? Maybe.

Suddenly your lips don’t feel that bad. The taste turns sweet and it catches him by surprise, if this was what Padmé felt then maybe… Can he even blame her?

A kiss. No. Multiple. Contact after contact with Anakin's mind fogs. Your sounds are just as sweet as your lips, asking him for more, praising him, practically dragging him to the same mess he was never meant to get involved with. Clothes soon become a bother, but the situation isn’t ideal— nothing is. Your hands shouldn’t feel as good as they do— but fuck they do. Anakin gets greedy fast, a characteristic he probably will never be able to get rid of. A familiar burn builds up in his body, the only thing that wasn’t supposed to happen.

It’s laughable. It really is.

“Please don’t stop,” You whisper against his lips in a way that makes his blood boil, bright erythrocytes then pump his cock until it strains against his black robes, you feel it, of course, you do. “Oh— Anakin.”

Sweet. His name sounds so charming when you say it with his hand in between your legs. He wants more. Why? He’s not sure. Nothing seems real right now and for an instant he forgets he is about to have sex with the woman who unbeknownst to her ruined his marriage. Your skirts are heavy, but the layers of fabric don’t seem to be a problem. He finds you dripping, easily sinking two fingers inside you, watching with half-lidded eyes how you arch your back. No longer sweet but sinful. Anakin pants, feeling pathetic for finding the slightest hint of enjoyment in what was intended to be revenge.

“I can’t do this,” He mutters, withdrawing his hand. He can watch his fingers glisten under the dim light of the room. “I… I can’t.”

“Yes, yes you can,” Your voice is like a lullaby, broken and barely frustrated by the irruption. “Anakin, I need you.” Do you? Because he doesn’t know what he needs. The lines blur too fast for his mind to catch up and the next thing he registers is his trembling hand fumbling with his pants. “Please, Ani. Fuck me.” That damn nickname. The one that was reserved for the woman he loves, but if she had to share her with you for a night, it is only fair that Padmé shares that pet name with you too.

This wasn’t supposed to be something pleasurable, now Anakin can see clearly how Padmé couldn’t say no. When he fully slides his throbbing cock inside your tight heat he crumbles. Now he has gotten his own taste.

His thrusts are fast and eager, bringing one leg around his hips as his palm rests against the wall. You cling to his body desperately, moaning freely now— each sound pushing him closer to the edge he wasn’t meant to cross in the first place. A bead of sweat rolls down his brow, his tongue swirls with your sensually. No other touch had felt this addictive, plus the taboo of the secret he is holding, the one he will have to drag to the grave now. Anakin groans, biting your lower lip and tugging it with his teeth. Your pussy envelops his cock like a glove, tight and warm, so good and so bad at the same time.

“Maker— you feel so good,” You moan directly in his ear, furrowing your brows and rolling your eyes in delight. His cock feels amazing, stretching you in forms no other man has done. Is this the type of man the Jedi Council is keeping away from you? “I’m going to come, Ani. Fuck— harder, please.” You beg. That’s all you do. More. More. More. You are insatiable.

He is too far in— both literally and figuratively— to even deny you, which would mean he denies himself. He is close too, he can tell by the familiar clench under his lower stomach, how his balls tighten and slap against your sweaty body. He shouldn’t come inside, then he would be the same as his wife— or even worse.

The brief clarity the Force itself blessed him with suddenly disappears when you come undone around him. It’s like a wave crashing on top of him, drowning him in a feeling he knows will never be experienced again. You look like an angel, a miserable comparison given the situation. You climax with a strained moan, mouth hanging open and cursing to the Gods he will never believe in— and he is following you just seconds after.

Everything is ruined. Your makeup, your underwear, his dignity. Like a bitter reminder, the same apologies Padmé gave him over and over spun around his head with the same strength as his orgasm. Anakin rests his forehead against your naked shoulder, saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth as he struggles to catch his breath. He is fucked. He is so done. He is ruined.

He understands why Padmé cheated on him.

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bravo4iscool · 4 months

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Levi Baby🖤

The way I adore you for pairing Simon with a Chubby girl. I bring a thot to you if you're interested:

Bodyguard!Simon Ghost Riley x chubby f!reader

- He's newly retired , gets asked for a favor from Price for a friend's kid

- Said kid is a mid 20's thicc woman who is all business since she's a lawyer in Human Rights and involved with the UN.

- He thinks she's going to be a snob based off looks bc girl loves to dress and she does it well, she observes Simon as he is. Brooding, Haunted and Self Assureed with a drizzle of dark humor but loyal.

- They get off on the wrong foot [Simon was being an irrational ass forgetting his manners and respect], reader isn't scared of him and doesn't take lightly to being disrespect3d for no apparent reason.

- They're holed up living together under the radar since the thr3at to reader was pretty big seeing it was world leaders

- They're going to have to learn to live with each other, where Simon barks orders - reader is anamused and calmly condescends. He can't even get annoyed bc she's antisocial and a houseplant but he's trying

- doesn't help that he's so.so attracted to her.

*make this as suggestive as you want (give ghost heart attacks with her choice of home clothes please. We know he's touch straved, emotionally constipated and needed a therap session.

Make her stress him out by confronting all of that in her short fiery demon way please.

I hope your new year is sweet Love💋

oh lord. oH LORD. how can you write this and not think about me fainting😭 THIS IS- URGH- AMAZING AHHHQGACQGQVQZQZAVQ!!!!

i hope i can do this justice😭 normally i try to imitate simon’s accent but bro… i was just too tired to do it now, so i hope you can forgive me for that🥲

KEEP HITING ME WITH STUFF LIKE THIS OH MY GOD😩

not really happy but i tried my best :) also not proof-read!

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REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

“There’s no but’s!” Simon argues while almost dragging you—his protégée—along the hallway inside the safe house. “You’re in danger and it’s my job to protect you!”

“I’ve been perfectly fine on my own before,” you argue, trying your best to wriggle away from his grip. You hated it when he manhandled like that.

He turns around, his eyes fiercely staring down at you and you feel like they’re piercing through your soul. “Have you ever had the Taliban threaten you, huh? Or fucking ISIS? I don’t think so; so stop whining and follow me!”

You want to argue with him, tell him he’s not allowed to talk to you that way but damn, you knew he was right. Ever since you started working for the UN you’ve been threatened—you were getting used to it—but only by small groups not someone like the Taliban.

“We’re gonna stay here until the threat is eliminated for not serious anymore.” His statement leaves little room to argue but you’re itching to say something anyway. It’s wasn’t your nature to just shut up. You were a lawyer, you were used to arguing.

You grimace as you force yourself to accept your fate. You didn’t want to but in the end you knew Simon was right. So, you follow him, an annoyed look on your face. You hated it when he was right.

“It’s only temporary,” he grumbles as he kicks a door open and pushes you inside. “It’s not like I want it, okay?”

You only roll your eyes, throwing a halfhearted ‘whatever’ at him and inspecting the room he hauled you into. “This is where I’m gonna stay?” you ask him, a slight hint of defeat in your voice.

“Pretty much, yes. I’ll be on the other side of the hallway,” he explains, leaning against the door frame. “In case anything happened, of course,” he immediately adds; just so you don’t get a…wrong picture of this whole thing here.

“We got wifi here?” is you next questions when you turn to look at him, your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“No wifi. No contact to the outer world,” is his answer and you feel your blood start to boil.

“You have to be kidding me! How am I supposed to work then?” You throw your hands in the air, letting out an angry huff. “You can’t just cut me off civilisation!”

He only shrugs. “I can and I will. Work can wait, alright? Your life is more important now.” Again his voice leaves no room to argue but this time you won’t take it. You put your hands on your hips, looking up at him.

“You think that’s how it works? Then, please Lieutenant Riley,” you spit out his rank “fly over to the dozens of war criminals and tell them to stop too! Oh wait-“ you act shocked. “That’s not how it fucking works! You can’t expect me to sit still and look pretty while the world drowns in injustice!”

“Would make things a lot easier tho,” he mumbles under his breath while pushing himself off the door frame. “Just…do something that doesn’t require wifi or anything like that, alright?” Before you can even think of an answer he leaves, shutting the door behind him. Why the hell was he treating like some little child?

“How old is she?” Simon wants to know as he hands his old Captain the picture of you back. He’s sat on a chair, his legs spread, one arm resting on the back rest.

“Mid 20s,” Price answers, placing his folded hands onto the table. “She needs security and her father’s not really…trusting the usual companies; and since you’re nearly retired I thought you could use the job.” Simon holds Price’s gaze and nods along. “He trusts me, therefore he trusts you. She’s a lawyer, heavily associated and involved with the UN and human rights.”

“What are the details?” Simon slightly tilts his head, curiously raising his eyebrows.”

“24/7 protection. The full package. You’ve done it before,” Price explains and Simon once again nods along. “Before you take the job tho-“ he pauses. “She’s, well… she’s a lawyer Simon. You need to know what you get into.” The Captains gaze hardens, his back straightening. “She won’t like that she’s on protection detail, therefore she’ll be treating you like that.”

Simon only smirks, flipping his well kept coin between his fingers. “There’s nothing I can’t handle John. I’ve met people like that before and I was perfectly fine.”

Now Price was the one smirking while shaking his head. “I know and I don’t question your abilities but she’s a civilian—the one you’re protecting. You can’t handle this the way you’ve handled other subjects before.”

“I know what I’m getting into,” Simon assures in a calm tone definitely not knowing what he was getting himself into.

“Fucking hell,” Simon mutters when he first sees you. You’re walking straight to you office—the one he was sitting in—involved in a heated talk with that seemed like your secretary.

He’s able to make out single words but well, his hearing wasn’t the best anymore after nearly 20 years of military service. And now he thinks he probably should’ve stayed in the field.

The way you’re waking and talking and dressing just screams ‘snob’ at him. He slightly lowers his head to gaze at you, once again playing with his coin. Maybe he should’ve declined the offer and taken on the underground wrestling instead. Would’ve been more fun for sure.

As soon as you spot your guest you send your secretary away, bracing yourself for the following conversation. You weren’t a fan of getting security and you definitely weren’t a fan of the fact that it was a friend of your father’s friend and he—apparently—was everything but easy.

“Lieutenant Riley,” you greet him, extending your hand to him. When he stands up to his full height you slightly crane your neck; the professional smile still on your face.

“Ma’am,” he greets in a gruff voice, the skin of his hand raw and calloused as he return the handshake. “Pleased to meet you.” He isn’t. He just wants to leave but he brought this on himself so he needs to finish it now. ‘One year’, he told himself. ‘Then I can quit.’

“I can only return the pleasure,” you smile, clearing your throat. “Would you mind sitting down at my desk?” You ask, pointing towards said desk. “I think it’s easier to discuss business over there.”

Simon agrees, towering over you as he makes his way over to one of the chairs in front of the desk. You take place behind it, carefully straightening your blouse. He needs to warn himself not to stare. Fuck, why were you so pretty? A pretty little snob…

“This has to be taken seriously!” Simon raises his voice at you, successfully blocking the door of your office.

“This is nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” you argue with him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “So please, Simon, let me get out of my office and back to work.”

He huffs, “Not a change. You’ll be staying here until the threat is cleared.” He glances over his shoulder, loving and hating the fact that you had a glass office. “Are these bullet prove?” he asks, looking at you again.

You sigh, “No.”

“We’ll have that changed,” he immediately answers and you start to shake your head.

“We’ll have nothing changed! You weren’t hired to renovate my office!” You walk towards him. “Now, Mr. Riley, please step aside so I can continue working.”

“Not happening.” He straightens up to his full height, expecting you to back off but you do the exact opposite. You swat your finger at him, looking up.

“I don’t care what you think, you will stay here; if you want it or not.” His voice is stern and stoic and you need to do your best to not full on scream at him.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” you hiss, your index finger jabbing his chest. “I can make my own decisions, I’m a responsible adult. So don’t you dare talk down to me that way!”

When Simon doesn’t make a move you let out an angry huff and shake your head. Then you turn away and stalk towards your desk. “Fucking military man,” you curse under your breath, ignoring the way he stared you down.

You stare at your open suitcase, debating what to wear. On the one hand, you kinda were on your own, on the other hand, Simon was with you.

You were comfortable in your body—no question—you actually kinda liked the extra cushions but sometimes you felt like Simon was staring at you. Like he wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you and that made you…feel something. Something you were afraid of.

“Ah fuck it,” you say under your breath, fishing out some shorts and a shirt. You could care less about what Simon thinks. You both are only work related. Nothing else.

You tap down the stairs, walking straight into the kitchen. “You want something to eat?” You ask Simon, glancing at him when you hear him enter.

“You willing to make some?” he jokes, expecting you to say ‘no’ but when you say ‘yes’ his eyes widen and he pauses for a second. When you notice it you let out a small chuckle, opening the fridge and multiple cabinets to see what you could make.

“Any friends that’ll miss you?” he asks once you place a plate in front of him, looking up at you with curious eyes.

You shake your head, “Nope. Not really.” You sit down opposite of him, grabbing your fork. “Too busy to have friends.”

He tilts his head, blindly picking up the food either his fork. “No boyfriend?” He knows you don’t have one. You have no dates, no flings, nothing; but he wants to hear it from you. Maybe then his fantasies wouldn’t be so forbidden…

“Please,” you laugh. “We’d be divorced before we even married.” You take a sip of water and look at him. “I don’t have time for relationships and that kind of stuff. I have a target to pursue. Ain’t no time for distraction.”

He only nods in an understanding manner, playing with his beer bottle. “And you?” you ask. “You got someone?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. I’ve got you to deal with. That’s enough.” He smirks when he sees your facial expression, letting out a low chuckle. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for,” he continues joking. “But no. I don’t have anyone. Never really had.”

“Oh…” you say in an almost pitiful tone and he hates it. It not that he couldn’t get someone. He just didn’t want to. That’s a big difference. “Well not really different for me,” you then snort, slightly grimacing. You had this one guy ask you out for prom but that turned out to be a bet rather fast and after than you decided to not to date in school or university anymore.

Yeah sure, you were more chubby than other girls but that doesn’t mean that you’re not lovable, right? By now you were comfortable in your body—you were in your mid 20’s—but sometimes you felt yourself slipping back into the insecure girl you once were. The one who thought that no man would ever lay his eyes on her in a lustful or loving manner.

Simon’s itching to say something; to ask why you don’t have anyone… You’re perfect. You’re nice—even if he hated to admit it. You’re pretty, you’re so fucking soft… Did the men around you not see that?

“Simon?” You wave your hand around in front of his face, chuckling when he slightly flinches, his pupils blow. “Are you alright?” you carefully ask, eying him as if something was wrong.

But he only clears his throat, “Yes. Everything’s fine.” Then he hastily stands up and nods at you. “Thank you for the food.”

You watch after him as he leaves, a frown on your face. Was he really okay or was he just lying to you?

Simon on the other hand was probably turning red as a tomato. How could he allow himself to slip like that? Fuck, he needed to keep himself better under control.

As soon as he reaches his room he shuts the door and leans against it while opening his pants with shaking hands.

He had a—growing—problem and he needed take care of it. Now.

Approximately one week into the lockdown Simon finds you in the living room, crouched over a bunch of files and documents.

“What’s that?” he wants to know, looking over your shoulder.

“Work,” you simply reply, taking notes and pushing the papers around. You were so close, this close to finally finish this case but something was missing and it stressed you out.

He slowly nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And how did you manage to get these files?”

“I’m a lawyer Simon. I have my ways and connections,” is your plain answer and you can basically feel him tensing behind you.

“What if they give away your location,”

“They won’t.”

“How can you be sure?” He tries his best to be calm but god, you were testing his nerves. He gave you strict orders and you were supposed to follow them.

You turn around with an annoyed sigh, looking up at him. “Because my father brought me those. You think he would sell me out to the enemy? I doubt so.”

You raise your eyebrow, waiting for any other complaint by him but be only looks at the files behind you, then at you again. “Maybe check the mission reports of the special forces.” With that he leaves you alone, more than confused.

You know why Simon told you what he told you when you find what you need exactly there. The mission reports were sitting somewhere beneath everything else because you didn’t pay much attention to them; in the end they were the solution.

Now you could finally link the crimes to someone and with that to the government or the military at least.

The next time you see Simon you almost jump into his arms, thanking him over and over again. “Now the case is finally closed,” you tell him with a big grin on your face, completely forgetting that you’re usually not so happy when around him.

Simon just awkwardly pats your back, pushing you off him and ignoring the burning desire deep within him. He knew it was risky to give you a tip but you were struggling and he didn‘t like that. He just hoped that you wouldn’t ask him why he knew that you should look at the mission reports. Once you knew that he was a war criminal this job would be over. And while you certainly were a pain in the ass sometimes he felt a very present attraction towards you.

Simon realises he’s a goner when he wakes up one morning and sees you walking around in a shirt. Just a shirt, as far as he can see and it does something to you. His hands are itching to touch you and he finds himself excusing himself more and more to the bathroom.

And you? You started to notice the kind of power you have over him and it makes you boast with pride. You, a chubby little lawyer in your mid 20s, has him, an almost 40 year old retired military Lieutenant, wrapped around your little finger.

After that you decide to play a little game. Wouldn’t hurt, no? Just subtle touches. Brushing his arm when you walk past him, patting his chest when he helps you with something, your legs touching his whenever you sit beside him.

He tries to shrug it off but you can practically feel how worked up he gets and how hard it is for him to keep him shit together; and that fuels you only more. How long would it take for him to break? To crumble beneath your touch, huh? You wanted, no, you needed to find that out.

Simon knows what you were doing. He isn’t stupid but he hates it. How was he so weak that you were able to play with him like that?

After a week, maybe two of you dancing around him he has you caged in against the kitchen counter, towering over you.

“What makes you think you can just play with me like that, huh?” he asks in a low voice, his eyes scanning your face for any reaction. “You think it’s funny? Working me up like that every day?”

You try not to be intimidated—or turned on—by him but god, he’s just- you don’t have any words for it. He’s tall, broad and fucking strong. You once got a look at the muscles under all his clothes and you weren’t the same after that. Nu-uh.

“I thought you like it,” you reply with a cocky grin, trying to overshadow your uncertainty. “Do you want me to stop?” You blink at him, acting all innocent and pure. In the corner of your eye you see his grip on the counter tightening. Oh, you had him where you wanted him.

A ‘bloody hell’ is all you get before his lips crash down onto yours and he heaves you on top of the counter. His hands find their way to your hips, scarred fingers tracing them and squeezing, wanting to pull you even closer.

The moment his lips touch yours you forget everything else. This is want you wanted—needed—for weeks. And lord, that man knew what he was doing.

You weren’t a fan of him dragging and pushing you around but right now? Right now you couldn’t wish for anything else. You bury your hands in the dirty kind strands of hair on the back of his head, gently pulling at them which results in him groaning in your mouth.

“Take me to the bedroom and maybe I’ll stop teasing you,” you breathlessly tell him once he breaks the kiss only to kiss you again immediately making you all hot and tingly.

You can feel him smirk against his lips before they trail down your neck towards your collar bone. “Ain’t gonna take you anywhere love,” he whispers and you’re able to once again feel him smirk against your skin. “Gonna fuck you right here on that kitchen counter. You want that?” he looks up at you through hooded eyes, which makes you swallow.

“Words love, words.” His tone is playful even tho you can see the desperation in the way his hands move all over your body, letting you see stars already.

“Yes…please,” you almost choke out, feeling like everything you want to say is being swallowed my your throat again. You’re unable to talk.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Simon teases, straightening up to kiss your lips again, cupping your cheek. “Gonna take good care of you,” he promises. “I’m gonna show you how a real man treats you,” he swears and you can feel a familiar but also unfamiliar heat building in the pit of your stomach.

(i got scared to write the rest👍🏼. i’m sorry, i’m still new to writing smut😭)

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calisources · 2 months

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𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on this memes are taken from different sources of literature, television and media about enemies to lovers trope and enemies and lovers trope with some angst thrown into the mix. Change pronouns, names and locations as you see fit.

Does it hurt? Loving someone who can’t love you back?

Break his crown, break his throne, rip his monarchy apart.

What are we doing?

You are capable of making my blood boil like no one else, and yet I feel a magnetic pull I cannot explain.

It’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand

Like whether you should kiss me or punch me.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.

You make me feel things that shouldn’t exist.

Whatever this is, we should stop. I have been. . .compromised.

There’s a fine line between love and hate, and maybe we crossed it a long time ago.

I never thought I could detest someone so much, until the day I realized I was falling in love with you.

We may fight like enemies, but deep down, we both know that our hearts beat for each other.

You infuriate me, challenge me, drive me crazy, but damn it, at the end of the day, I can’t resist you.

It’s that tension that makes this so irresistible.

You’re like an addiction I can’t break free from, even if I wanted to.

You’re the thorn in my side, the fire in my veins, and I can’t help but crave your presence in my life.

Loving you feels like a dangerous game.

You infuriate me, yet you’re the only one who truly understands me.

You scare me to my core.

There’s no denying the fire that burns between us.

If any two men desire the same thing, which nevertheless they cannot both enjoy, they become enemies.

I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.

Tell me you don’t feel this between us. Look at me and don’t look away while saying it.

You claim me your enemy and yet, let me crawl into your bed every night.

You are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires.

Do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you.

I did not asked for this. To be plagued by these feelings.

I tried to deny it for so long, but I don’t want to anymore.

Follow me around. Look at me as if you find me fascinating. Touch me, and say nice things to me. And then, you pull away as if you did nothing at all.

There’s no need for these games.

Well, you know that old saying, “Keep your friends close and make out with your enemies.

You read me wrong. I wasn't trying to lead you on.

Is that all I am to you? A resource to be used in your scheme?

Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything more than you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear all the time. But I just- I can't do it tonight, okay?

You'll lay a man out for implying I'm a whore, but you keep calling me one to my face.

So, the only man that can have you is one who's already tried to kill you. That's logic.

It's like a little death. Several, in fact.

Oh Max, if you really hated Kyle you couldn't have slept with him.

So go on... kiss me... kill me... Do something.

I've often wondered what this moment would be like. Me... you tied up.

Once this is over, we should really have angry sex.

Hate and love are not so very different things. Both are focused upon another. Both are intense. Both are passionate.

It just means you'd rather be with someone you hate... than be with me.

She's difficult and irritating, and she tries to hit me all the time.

We have a deal, what are you so afraid of?

Only I can hurt you this way. Only I can kiss you like this.

You dragged me down and now I can’t quit you.

This is the last time we do this.

Last night was also the last time. And yet, you keep coming back.

Better my mouth than my knife, right?

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #enemies to lovers

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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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pls pls pls i have an idea for a short lil albert wesker x reader fanfic 😇

wesker is threatening and towering over the reader (reader works for s.t.a.r.s wesker and failed to hand in reports on time) as he pushes his chest DANGEROUSLYYYYY close to the readers and they just stare at eachother.

in silence.

until the silence is broken by wesker hungrily just grabbing readers hair and forcefully pushing reader into a DESPERATE kiss like DAYYUMMM

and then idk what happens thats all ive got 🤗

Missed Deadlines ೃ⁀➷

pairings- S.T.A.R.S Captain Wesker x Fem Rookie! Reader

a/n- BOSS WESKER IS SOO YES. ty anon. btw can we talk about his arm veins 🤭 anyways, hope this is to your liking! (not proofread so lmk)

NSFW WARNING:

contains- a bit of power play, reader is kinda bratty, rough sex, public sex, some man handling, sub/dom dynamics, spanking, degrading language (consent not established but the desire is implied to be mutual)—𓆩♡𓆪

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It's not the first time you've failed to deliver reports within the time frame. It was becoming more and more frequent to the point where he wondered just how long you could keep it up. You did well all throughout the academy and training. You were a smart girl, so why were you so often slacking off now?

Wesker swears it’s like you do it to spite him. You have full capability of finishing your work. He gives you ample time.

He gives you chance after chance to fix whatever your issue is. He doesn’t do that for any of the others. Just you. While he’s constantly reprimanding the others, you get off so easy. You don’t even seem to realize.

He wonders if you just want to get fired so you don’t have to deal with the burden anymore.

Everyone else in the office had been efficient and timely from day one. They all took their jobs seriously. Yet, you just frolic around it all without a care in the world, acting like you owned the place.

You assume because Wesker has a sort of soft spot for you that you won’t face consequences. He recommended you to the Alpha team after all.

So when you’re called to his office, you’re not the slightest bit worried. You knew he’d let it slide like any other time and you’d eventually turn in the report. No problem.

“You needed to see me ‘captain’?” The way you refer to his title in such a mocking way infuriates him to his core. You didn’t understand how lucky you were. How easy you had it.

“Close the door.” he states sternly, not even bothering to look up from his desk just yet.

You do as told, swiftly clicking the door to a close and awaiting his following statement. Instead, he stands from his chair, approaching you.

He twists the blinds to his office window shut, secluding the two of you even further.

“Why so serious boss man? Gonna fire me or something?” you tease to which he shoots you an immediate glare.

That little smile and giggle you display so tongue in cheek makes his blood boil. Why couldn’t you just be obedient like your fellow coworkers? He didn’t understand why you didn’t see him as a higher up. You seemed to think since you scored this position, you couldn’t lose anything.

You had gotten far too comfortable. He could see that clear as day. You needed to be put in your place to understand. He was in charge of your pay, your position, your reputation. He was the boss. You’re nothing more than a rookie.

Without saying a word in response to your cheeky comment, he corners you against the door, uncomfortably close in your personal space.

He removes his glasses, revealing his threatening eyes that were locked directly onto yours. No sound could be heard besides his breath which was hot against your face, steady yet slowly increasing.

He wasn’t looking away, not even blinking. You couldn’t maintain eye contact. You started to feel dizzy and had to pry your eyes away with an awkward chuckle.

When you start to look the other way, his gloved hand firmly takes hold of your jaw, forcing your cheeks into a pout and making you look directly back at him.

At your soft gasp, and dilating pupils, he knew he was getting his point across.

In the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours. His hand roughly grips the underside of your hair, holding you forcefully against him as his tongue invades your mouth. With a groan, he presses his large form against your smaller one, trapping you against the mahogany.

You’re hardly able to process as he pulls away. You just stand there stunned to silence, breath coming out in short bursts. “Wesker…what was-“

“Captain.” he interjects. “Say it clearly.”

He separates from you, putting only a few inches of distance between. “Captain…sorry. Was this what you called me in here for or was it-“

Again he interrupts you. “How many reports have I requested of you that have been turned in late, or not at all? I’d like your estimated number.” Wesker stares at you directly once more, pressuring you with his intense gaze.

“I don’t know.” you admit, lowering your head to avert his eyes.

He steps away, turning his focus to his desk. “Come over here. I’d like to further discuss this.”

“Bend over the desk.”

Again you’re stunned. Your boss was being completely inappropriate yet his demeanor remained unbothered. This seemed like it was completely normal for him.

You stay frozen at the entrance of the private office, not knowing what to say or do.

“Need I tell you twice?” he faces you again from the opposite end of the room, fully expecting your obedience.

You scurry over at the sound of his frustration, complying and bending over the furniture. You prop yourself up on your elbows, not knowing what to expect in this moment. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now, you just couldn’t resist his orders.

Wesker takes stance behind you, removing his gloves. Without warning your pants are dropped down to your ankles, your panty-clad rear exposed to him. “Wesker-“

His palm smacks against your ass leaving a painful sting. “It’s Captain. Get that through that thick skull of yours.” You almost lose your balance at his forceful slap, he wasn’t holding back in the slightest.

Tears well up in your eyes. You’ve never felt so helpless and small against a man like this. Yet every time he commands something of you cruelly, the heat rushes between your legs in a way you can’t control.

“Don’t cry so soon. You’ve still seven more to go to make up for your failures.”

Another smack to your ass causes you to tremble.

You stayed still the best you could, understanding you deserved such punishment. For weeks you lost sight of your role working for S.T.A.R.S. Your boss was going to make you remember.

“Six.” smack

“Five.” smack

“Four.” smack

You were already a whimpering, sobbing mess. But Wesker paid no mind. He didn’t show any leniency. He was fed up with your lack of efforts. Plus, it was clear you were both enjoying this in a way. He took notice of your sodden panties. Every time his hand slapped against you, you’d clench.

Your helpless whines made his cock strain in his pants. He could hardly resist. Forcing you to submit to him thoroughly aroused him.

“Three.” smack

“Two.” smack

By the final blow you were hardly able to stand. The stinging sensation was overpowering you and you couldn’t do anything to relieve the pain.

Regardless of your squirming, he spanked you a final time without remorse.

Wesker couldn’t hold himself back anymore when he took sight of you in this vulnerable state.

He dropped his own pants, pushing himself against your tight entrance, leaving you no time to get away. He grips both sides of you, spreading you open further for him to slip into.

Your pussy practically swallows him as he pushes inside.

The stinging pain subsides, replaced with the stretching feeling of your insides to mold to his shape. Your brain goes fuzzy as he fills you completely, your voice escaping in needy cries for him to make the pain go away.

“Shhh, I’ll take good care of you.”

His hand clasps over your mouth to silence you when you get too loud. You were still at work after all. Though you could hardly think about something like that as your boss is the one inside of you.

It was all so wrong but as he started to roll his hips, moving fluidly, it felt too good. The head of his cock runs over that special spot of yours perfectly, the place your weak fingers could never quite reach well enough.

You let out muffled moans into the palm of his hand. Your eyes roll back and you arch against him, begging for him not to stop.

He slams into you at an alarming rate, his skin slapping against yours and the sounds of your gushing cunt fill the room.

There was absolutely no way everyone out there wasn’t hearing what was happening. Even with his hand muffling you, you still were uncontrollably loud.

Wesker wasn’t trying very hard to silence himself either. With every deep stroke he grunted and groaned like a feral animal, unable to stop even for a moment. You were squeezing around his cock so well he couldn’t bare the thought of letting you escape his grasp.

He bullied into you like there was no tomorrow.

“You take dick like a fucking slut,” he groans. “It’s almost like you were waiting for this. You just needed to be roughed up by a man like me. Is that it?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. He was fucking the words straight out of you. You were only able to whine and cry into his masculine hand. Your mind went completely dumb with him.

“You don’t deserve this pleasure right now. You’re lucky you’re such a valuable asset to me.”

He pushes you to orgasm at his repetitive thrusts. You tremble and writhe beneath him as he fucks you through it.

You tighten in a way that makes his hips stutter. His jaw tightens, eyes strained shut as he reaches his own climax. He doesn’t bother to pull out, he didn’t have the time to care. Instead, he fills you, continuing to thrust in and out of you and stuff his cum deep inside.

You completely drain him and he collapses against your back.

The hard wood of the desk digs into your abdomen but you don’t have the conscience to feel anything but what’s going on between your legs. Wesker sighs heavily. He was completely disoriented but feeling a deep satisfaction.

The two of you lay body against body for a while, just catching your breath without saying anything before he speaks up. “I expect you’ll have that report by tomorrow morning?”

You weakly nod. “Yes, Captain. See you tomorrow at 8.”

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natsgrave · 4 months

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YOU FORGOT YOUR CLOTHES | scarlett johansson

I'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but I got your heart skippin'. You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you. Professor!Scarlett x Student!Reader, legal age gap. ( v short one. ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime! masterlist

Y/N'S POV

Me and Scarlett are secretly in a arrange marriage and we managed to keep it hidden from everyone.

It was no surprise that she felt nothing towards me but the cold treatment still hurts me sometimes, because this is not what I dreamt of and expect when I entered the married life.

You might say that I'm stupid but I fell in love with her already, it sucks but what can I do? Being married to her and living under the same roof for over 2 years, it's not impossible anymore.

To my surprise, I woke up first before her. Normally, when I open my eyes, she's already out of bed but not this time.

We might be in a arrange marriage and we— she maybe don't feel any love for me, but we still agreed to sleep on the same bed just like what married couples do.

I carefully climb out of bed and do my routine before heading downstairs and make breakfast.

Halfway through my cooking, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Goodmorning, Y/N." She greeted with her morning raspy voice. "Goodmorning." I replied.

"How come you're awake already?" Scarlett asked. "This is what time I usually woke up, you're just really much of an early bird." I said putting the last pancake on the plate before putting it on the table.

"Hmm, you can cook." She said, stating the obvious.

"I do."

We start eating in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable anymore since it was everyday.

We eventually finish eating without much talking and just minding our own business. She took a shower in our room while I use the shower in our guest room. Once I'm done, I change into appropriate clothing, and head downstairs with my things I need.

"I'll see you at school." Scarlett said once she saw me walking down. "Sure." I shortly replied as she walked out of the door.

I made myself a food for lunch and made sure to check my things before leaving the house making sure to lock the door and walked towards the cab. ___

The drive wasn't really that long and before I even notice, the car stopped in front of my school.

I gave the driver my payment before exiting the car and walking directly to my classroom.

When I entered the room, frown instantly forms in my face and my bloods starting to boil.

I saw her flirting with one of the teachers. I know, I shouldn't be feeling like this but I can't stop. I let out a scoff before rolling my eyes and walking towards my seat.

After that seems like forever, the bitc— I mean the teacher finally left and she turned to face us and start her discussion.

I wasn't really paying attention, I don't know what is going on but seeing her flirt just makes me mad. I mean, come on, she's still married to me. I just let out a deep sigh and tried to forget about it, which is failed by the way.

"I want you all to get a partner for your project." I heard her say in a cold tone.

Everyone starts getting their own partners while I still haven't moved an inch when someone coughs beside me.

I look up and saw Gabriel, my suitor, standing there with a smile. For the record, I never entertained him. I'm loyal even though she's not.

"Hey, uhm, would you like to be my partner?" He shyly asked and I was about to say something when we heard a loud bang.

We look forward and there she is, looking at me with stern and cold look, "Sorry, accidentally dropped the book." Professor coldly said and I internally smirk before turning my gaze back to Gabriel. Two can play this game, Johansson.

"Yes, ofcourse! I would love to." I happily replied which made him smile and his face lightened.

Whatever his reply would be got instantly cut off when someone shouted and I know very well who it is.

"Okay! Seems like everyone's have a partner, the deadline will be on Friday and no extensions. That would be all for today, class dismissed." She said and gathered her things, "Oh, and by the way, Y/LN please come to my office after this. You forgot your clothes at my house last night." She casually said with innocent smile on her face while my jaw dropped.

Everyone is in shock too, and I saw her smirk before casually leaving the room like she didn't say anything.

What the fuck?

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kiyosamu · 5 months

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Dewy grass & cigarettes.

———♡———

Pairing: Rintaro Suna x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort. Past arguments & resolving them. Long term friendship, playful banter.

Synopsis: Suna finds you partying right after the two of you just had a friendship ending argument.

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The music booms through the house, vibrating against the wall behind you. You close your eyes and focus on each beat. It’s almost like it lines up with your heartbeat, and you feel it through your body. You grin to yourself, leaning back into the wall and sighing.

“You good?” Suna’s voice startles you and you glare at him with a bloodshot gaze.

“Clearly not.” Suna scoffs, crouching lower and looking into your eyes. “You’re fucked up on something. What’d you take?”

“None of your business.” You mumble, shooing him away. It really wasn’t any of his business. You’d pretty much parted ways in every fashion a few days prior. He had no right to express any concern over your actions anymore.

“Why? Because I told you the truth?” He rolls his eyes and you can practically feel the cruel condescension in his tone. “Get over it.”

“Why are you coming up to me just to be rude?” You look away, but his hand gently takes your chin, turning you back to face him.

“If honesty is rude, so be it.” Suna’s stern expression remains as he continues. “Why are you even here? This party is moronic and packed full of complete idiots.”

“So you think I’m a moronic idiot?” You ask and cross your arms.

“Well, yeah. Everyone here is.”

Your blood starts to boil and all maturity flies out the window. “Yet here you are. So you’re an idiot too.”

“Mm, fair point. Though, if I hadn't come, you'd probably be partying your life away and not even have thought about me or how to fix our broken friendship.” Suna responds with an irritating amount of maturity in his tone.

“And how can I do that, hm? You pretty much told me to get lost, so why would I be moping around alone when I can find new friends?” You start to yell - and whether it’s the drugs, your feelings, or the smoke in the air, your eyes are starting to water.

“Let me remind you, then. I asked you not to tell me all of your problems because I'm not capable of handling your emotional burden. I'm not your therapist, and I couldn’t be if I tried. I'm your friend. Yet you still try to tell me everything.” Suna sighs, looking away for a moment. “I know, you have no one else. And neither do I, so I put up with it. But you're getting mad at me for caring too much for you, and then get mad when I don't care enough. Make up your damn mind.”

Says the guy who was constantly begging for you to tell him what’s wrong, even though you insisted that you were okay.

“Fuck off, Rin.” You mutter.

“That’s it?” Suna laughs, “I say one thing that upsets you and I just get ‘fuck off, Rintaro’ in response? Typical you.”

You start to turn around and walk away.

“You're acting like a petulant child. You've been doing shit like this to me so much that I'm not even surprised anymore.” Suna continues with his brutal honesty, yet follows you as you walk outside.

A few minutes after you’ve cooled off, you lay back in the dewy midnight grass. The sounds of the house party fade in the back of your mind as you try to find the headspace you were in before such a rude interruption.

“Hey.” The grass squishes down next to you as you feel a familiar presence sit his rude ass down. “Look. I'm sorry. I went a bit too far. I get frustrated, though, when you just blow up at me when I try to help you with your problems. I still want to care for you and make sure you're doing fine. Is that wrong?”

“You are so fucking confusing. You want me to tell you my problems, then when I do, you get all weird and say that you’re not my therapist and don’t want to absorb my emotional trauma or whatever.” You groan, “Which is it?!”

“I don’t know. I said I’m sorry, okay? We’re both a bit fucked up, I guess. I want to help you. And then when you tell me what’s up, it reminds me of some of my own shit and then I realize I can’t really handle it all at once.” Suna runs his hand through his hair, “Does that make sense?”

“No. But you are right. We are both fucked up.” You sigh, “Me, especially. I don’t know what I even took tonight but I’m high as shit.”

Suna snorts with laughter. “Wanna go back inside?”

“Hell no.” You grin, “I kinda wanna just stay in this grass. I could fall asleep here.”

“We’re leaving, then. I’ll take you home. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you melt away into this nasty grass. It might feel good, but you don’t see what I’m seeing. It’s a graveyard of beer cans and cigarette butts surrounding you.” He smirks, “Probably a bunch of spiders, too.”

You jolt up at the mention of spiders and Suna helps you stand, smiling as he looks down at you.

“Why are you taking me home?” You ask as the two of you make his way to his car.

“It’s what friends do.” He raises an eyebrow, “They make sure they get home safely.”

“Oh, so we’re friends again?” You huff.

“No, I absolutely hate you.” Suna chuckles softly. “Of course we're friends, dummy. You really are fucked out of your mind if you thought otherwise.”

You get into his car and buckle up. “I’m pretty sure I thought that because I declared our friendship over after our argument. And then you called me an idiotic moron.”

“Yeah, you are an idiotic moron. You're my little idiot, though, so I'll still take care of you.” Suna smirks at you and turns his head to the road as he shifts his car into drive. “Your declaration means nothing. Our friendship will be over when I decide that, and that will never happen. So get used to me. I’m not going anywhere.”

#hq suna #suna rintaro #rintaro suna #rintarou suna #suna angst #suna headcanons #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou #haikyuu x reader #suna x female reader #suna rintaro oneshot #haikyuu angst #rintaro suna x reader #haikyuu drabble #suna drabble

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hahafixon · 8 months

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Go To Bed Angry ~ *Jung Wooyoung*

Summary: Wooyoung has been very angry as of late and you don’t know why. You try to help to the best of your ability, but how can you when he doesn’t listen? Will you both have to go to bed angry?

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1400

Warning: Very angsty beginning but fluffy ending

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Based off the song Go to Bed Angry by Set It Off

Lately, he’s making you mad. He’s always making snarky comments and making you feel bad or guilty for attempting to be a good girlfriend, even when he was failing at being a good boyfriend. Tonight, however, was the final straw. You made dinner as a peace offering so that you could talk and work through whatever it was that was making him so upset. Perhaps he was just really stressed and needed someone to take care of him or maybe he just needed some time to himself. Either way, you wanted to help ease his mind.

However, as soon as Wooyoung got home, he started yelling about anything and everything. You tried, you really did try to calm him down to the best of your ability. But he wouldn’t listen. He just kept screaming, making your blood boil and your temper to be let loose.

“Everything has to be about you doesn’t it?” You mumbled to yourself as he spouted off more reasons why he hated you. You looked away from him, afraid that you might really lash out if you saw his face.

“Says the selfish one in the relationship!” He shot back, venom lacing his words. “You’re so clingy and vain. You’re always asking me to do stuff for you and buy things for you. You don’t care about me. You never did!”

That forced you to whip around and face him, your eyes boring holes into his soul. “I don’t care about YOU? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’ve been nothing but patient and caring towards you for the past two weeks and what kind of thanks do I get? Some moron calling ME the ungrateful one in this relationship! I don’t deserve this crap Wooyoung!”

He sneered at you. “See? Selfish.”

“That’s it. I’m done. I’m not going to do put up with this anymore.” You stood up, your eyes cast down on the floor. “I’m going to bed.”

Before you could walk past him, he grabbed your arm. “No.”

“What the hell do you mean no? You obviously don’t want to listen to me, so why should I stay and listen to you? Why should I listen to you scream at me about how ungrateful I am that you’re in my life? I’m not going to stay here and be insulted like that.” You spat, a murderous glare directed at him.

He looked at you with cool indifference, though you could just barely detect a hint of fear and anxiety in his eyes. “I’m not going to bed angry with you.”

Wrenching your arm out of his grasp, you tried to ignore the stinging in your heart as you said, “Well that’s too bad, because that is exactly what’s going to happen until you can learn to control your temper and listen for once.”

Making your way to your bedroom, you tried to hold it together. As soon as you got into bed, you laid on your side, facing away from the door. You didn’t want to talk to someone who wasn’t going to even attempt to hear your side of the story. Besides, who did he think he was saying he was the patient one in the relationship? For the past few weeks, you have been right by his side as he tried to push you away with his screaming and temperamental mood. No, you were right.

But your heart hurt so much. You hated fighting with him. Before all of this, Wooyoung was the perfect guy. He was kind, considerate, and always listened to you, no matter what. How could all of that just disappear in a couple of months? You loved him and you knew you loved him very much. But it was times like this that you found it very difficult to love him. You wanted to keep fighting for this relationship, but what if he didn’t want to anymore? You didn’t think your heart could handle such agony. So you closed your eyes, hoping to sleep it off till the morning.

The bed dipped beside you, making you scowl. Just what did he think he was doing, trying to sleep in the same bed as you right now? If you knew what was good for you, you’d demand he take the couch tonight. But, something inside you didn’t want to yell anymore. A part of you was exhausted from all this fighting that had happened tonight. All you wanted, deep down, was your boyfriend back. You knew he was there, he was just lost.

Still, despite all of your inner turmoil, you managed to point out, “Don’t act like everything is fine when it’s not. You know that kind of shit drives me crazy.”

“I told you, I’m not going to bed angry with you.” He mumbled.

Your eye twitched open and you turned your head to give him a small glare. “What do you want from me, Wooyoung? You won’t even listen to me and you’re dead set on being right in this argument. What could you possibly do to make me not mad at you?”

He sighed, looking away from you. “I’d rather hear you scream at me then walk away, Y/n. I also wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”

Sitting up, he followed suit. You both just stared at each other, wondering how in the world you got yourselves in this mess in the first place. You were so close before all of this. Everyone thought you were made for each other. Now, everything felt so different and neither of you liked it. There was only one thing to do.

“I’m sorry-”

“No,” He interjected. “Don’t be sorry. You have every right to be mad at me. I’m the one who started yelling lies first and I’m the one who started taking advantage of you. You’ve always been there for me and I just took it for granted. I thought that everything you did was a given and not something I needed to work for. You are worth it. Everything I have done to you in these past few weeks was completely uncalled for. You deserve to be with someone who sees you for the treasure you are. I love you so very much Y/n, but if you see yourself being happier without me, I will step aside with no questions asked. However, if you can find it in your heart to give this idiot a second chance, I’ll fight for us like there’s no tomorrow. Because you deserve nothing less than the best of anyone who is worthy enough to hold your heart in their hands.”

Your heart cracked at his words and your bottom lip quivered. You took a deep breath to keep yourself from bursting into tears and spoke softly to say, “Wooyoung, I love you too. And I do need to apologize. I did yell at you too when I could have listened to you calmly and rationally. I was just scared that everything was changing, and not for the better. We both said things we regret and we can both learn from our mistakes. I love you so much and I want to fight for us as well. Because we both are worth it. We both deserve nothing less than the best from each other.”

Wooyoung gave a weak smile before his hand inched over to yours. You let him hold it and a smile bloomed on your face. His grin grew and he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before looking deep into your eyes.

“Let’s not go to bed angry.”

“Taking back everything I said.”

“Baby, let’s not do this.”

“Baby, I don’t want to go to bed angry.”

You smiled and pressed your forehead against his. He let out a soft sigh and another I love you before gently pulling away. Things were still going to be different for a while, but you knew you were going to be okay. Tomorrow morning, you were going to talk about what went wrong and how to move on from there. You were going to get through this, together, just like you promised.

“Let’s go to bed Wooyoung,” You whispered and he nodded slightly. As you laid down, you let him pull you closer to his chest. With a smile and a sigh, you fell asleep knowing that your boyfriend has found his way again.

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og-danny-dorito · 1 year

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Would it be possible to request a hc of ghost who’s fwb with reader and he catches feelings like how he’d go abt that👀

hello!! sorry about the late response, but of course!! this is. VERY badly written and i ended up getting carried away and making it kind of like a fic so please be warned. i've hit a writing block recently so that's why it sucks 🚶

[ Ghost Catching Feelings For His "Friend With Benefits" ]

TW: mentions of sexual content. minors do not interact. small text included in post (warning for my visually impaired readers).

The relationship you and ghost have is very uhh... complicated. To say the least.

its not like no one's heard of the "friends with benefits" situation at some point in their lives, but he never really thought he'd be involved in something like that

it's even more of a shocker when he starts noticing that he wants a little more than the body that he's learned like the back of his hand

to be more specific, he wants your company. and regardless of whatever logical train of thought might go on in anyone else's head, to him that's a problem

ghost is very task oriented. when he starts to realize that he's developing feelings for you, he's going to do everything in his power to stop it

which means he's going to start avoiding you (rip)

usually he sticks around for a little bit after your little "meetups" are done, but ya'll start going back to square one with him just disappearing after he's done cleaning you up

the meetings start dwindling down in frequency and, eventually, to zero

it hurts your feelings, of course, but you know him well enough to know that he's not very confrontational when it comes to emotions and he's either lost interest in you or wants to stop for some other unknown reason

you won't pressure him to speak, but the fact that he doesn't even have the balls to tell you to your face pisses you off enough that you end up coming to his quarters one day after you get back from a mission

your blood is already boiling hot from the adrenaline of almost having you and 5 of your comrade's blown to bits, the fuel of not being able to take your energy out in the "usual" means fueling you enough to go banging on his door at an ungodly hour of the morning

only you didn't actually expect the door to swing open and reveal the very man you were only half searching for. and it doesn't look like he expected you either.

there's a long beat of silence where it doesn't really look like either of you know what to say, but you eventually speak up after searching his eyes for any sort emotion to go off of.

"Where the fuck have you been these past few weeks?!"

his stunned silence gives you plenty of room to rant at him about how upset you are that he ghosted you (pun fully intended im hilarious i know), not knowing what's been up with him and how HORRIBLE his communication skills are, how he didn't even have the balls to say that he didn't find you attractive anymore-

but you can barely get the rest of the words out before he pulls you into his room with a clean swoop and shuts the door behind him, throwing you off your balance enough to fall onto his cot with a guttural "hough!"

but you only have enough time to get your bearings before he sends you that look

yes, that look. like he's waiting for you to be ready to listen to what he has to say, arms folded against his chest as he stands in front of the door like he's guarding it

and after enough of a pause of silence for you to catch your breath and give him enough of an irritated but intent stare, he speaks

"I never said I didn't want you anymore. I didn't say anything. It was on purpose."

your eye twitches a little bit, sitting up with a groan. your muscles are already aching from the day but being thrown around certainly didn't make it better

"I... I didn't want to cross any lines. Found myself wanting more than just your mouth on me and got cold feet. Got nervous."

it's almost kind of odd how unsure he sounds, but you've seen this uncertainty in him before

he gets this way when he talks about something he thinks you'd like, or when you can see that you said something that made him want to laugh but he isn't letting himself do it

it's restraint, and you can see from the tightness in his shoulders that there's a lot of things that he wants to say that he isn't letting himself verbalize

but you choose to be patient with him, and sit up fully to lean against the wall and place your hands in your lap, waiting.

the silence between you eventually prompts you to speak, and you can't help the crease of confusion that furrows between your brows

"What are you saying? You uh... want me to... what do you want?"

the words make him stiffen a little, and for a second you can see his eyes flicker over you

it's something like desire, something you've sen a thousand times before in one of the many endeavors where he pursued you into some abandoned storage room in the base or played the game of cat and mouse that eventually lead into one of your personal quarters

only this time he looks more focused on your emotions and how you're processing the situation as if he's expecting you to figure it out on your own

aaand eventually the pieces start to click together. you don't... understand everything, but you get the idea of what he's saying to you

he wants you

not just your body, but you. as a person. it's something that burns slow as a realization, the flames making your neck and face heat up as you process what's going on

"You like me?"

his tone is soft when he responds. "More than that, love."

and so you sit in silence for a bit before he makes his move towards you

he's cautious at first, as if offering an opening for you to back out if you want, then goes in for the kill

you spend the night together like you have many times before, but somehow it feels different this time. more exposed, in a way.

he still doesn't take off his mask tonight, but over time he ends up getting more comfortable with it and makes an effort to remove it on occasion

like a lot of things in your relationship, the process of revealing himself both physically and emotionally is slow since this is almost entirely uncharted territory for him

he still struggles with feeling like he doesn't really deserve you or is somehow holding you down, but he barely ever verbalizes these thoughts since they reveal a more vulnerable side of him that he barely lets anyone else see

but even though it takes time, progress reveals that he's an incredibly caring lover and speaks with his actions where his words fail him

that and he's really possessive. but he was before you two were an item anyway so it doesn't change much

it's just that now he's a lot more open with his displeasure of others rather than having to resort just tracking them like a hawk from across a room or something

but overall i think that he'd be very tentative in going about actually establishing a relationship with you, but he loosens up later on and finds himself genuinely feeling safe with you and trusting you almost entirely

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elysiumarchieve · 1 year

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could you write a one shot or head canon of al haitham or diluc reacting to you taking off your ring during a fight? it could be a wedding ring or promise ring! i wanna feel my heart get ripped out from angst but end it with fluff <3 love u

ly2 <33 and it's someone else than scaramouche ALAS, not that i mind i love everyone sm

i only did alhaitham because i feel like i can't write diluc😭

taking off your ring during a fight

warning: you two fight, kaveh is mentioned like twice i think?? alhaitham can't read the damn room

✧ alhaitham deals with any situation thrown at him with logic - personal feelings aside, it's more important what must be done and not really how others might feel about it

✧ he's always been more of a loner with his personality not being the,, kindest, so to speak. rather, instead of calling him rude, he's just blatantly honest and somewhat ignorant to how others might feel about the things he says (including you at times)

✧ this argument was a testimony of his ignorance. actually, both of you had no idea how quickly it escalated and why exactly you two have been fighting for hours

✧ however, there is something that alhaitham does whenever he feels like an argument is dragging itself into nowhere - he simply ignores whatever comes from your mouth, regardless of how harsh it might be and pretends to not hear you anymore the moment he picks up any random book

✧ he even had the nerve to tell you to finally tone it down as he wanted to continue reading his book that he had found, something that made your blood boil at his sheer audacity

✧ were arguments with him always like this? sometimes

✧ depending on what it was about, alhaitham reacted differently to the things you said or how he would continue talking to you (if at all)

✧ a fight or argument about different viewpoints? surely, he's open to hear you out. in fact, he loves nothing more but to hear you talk about your opinions as long as it was based on actual facts and logic (he'd probably even discuss the probability of the boogeyman existing with you if he wants to)

✧ however, petty arguments (the ones he already has enough with kaveh) are below his usual standard and he is not really afraid to let you see just how annoyed he is at your bickering. and that's also the point alhaitham would suddenly not respond anymore, simply sitting down across the room with a book in his hand and asking you to calm down, otherwise he won't talk to you until your normal again (his words)

✧ he isn't doing anything wrong in his eyes, in fact he believes that this is far more beneficial for either of you. you can simply calm down and do whatever you just did five minutes ago and he doesn't have to argue about petty stuff. it sounds so good in his mind, but the execution is always poor for whatever reason

✧ that day was no different. you knew what you got yourself into when you married alhaitham and you knew how narrow minded he could be, but there were moments in which his behaviour actually hurt

✧ talking to a wall at this point would be far more effective than to say anything to him, so with a loud groan you decided to leave the room for the time being and go outside for a long and well deserved break from your own husband. however, what you missed was alhaitham glancing above his book to watch you taking off your ring and he just,, raised an eyebrow

✧ are you serious? over this?

✧ for a few minutes, he would just watch silently. are you angry at him? so angry that you take off your wedding ring? he can't find any logical explanation to explain your sudden outburst other than the fact that you might disagree with him (obviously)

✧ alhaitham has somewhat troubles to read a room correctly and at first, he really wants to believe you're just overexaggerating this entire ordeal - what he didn't see was that this behavior of his had bothered you for quite some time and not only this time

✧ you can't tell that he's almost overanalysing your every move, and his book is suddenly closed and disregarded on the small coffee table next to his seat - if you would've noticed him, you would've jumped from the sheer intensity in his eyes

✧ "i'm leaving. i don't know when i'm coming back."

✧ it was only then when you were almost ready to leave and you still made no move to put it back on that alhaitham would finally get up with a strange look in his eyes, waltzing over to you with such intensity that it almost caused the ground to vibrate from his heavy steps

✧ at first you're confused by his sudden action and you almost snapped at him for sneaking up on you like this, but one glance down to his hand revealed that he was holding the small golden ring in his other palm, his hand from his wrist slowly sliding down to take your hand into his own

✧ "don't leave. i'm sorry."

✧ and yet, despite the usual coolness to his tone, you could tell he was somewhat distressed about this (much to your shock). considering you even received an apology from him was enough for eyes to grow softer at the sight of alhaitham

✧ whatever anger had been left in your body dissipated within seconds upon seeing how gently he placed the ring back onto your ring finger, a relieved sigh leaving him after you explained to him that you actually only took it off to wash your hands before heading outside

✧ he merely sighs at that and minutes later you're in his arms, reading his book until you eventually fall asleep on his chest (you didn't even bother trying to understand whatever was written in that book, but as long as it made him happy...)

✧ he silently curses you knowing very well that kaveh will waltz in in about half an hour and complain about the two of you - he might as well just move out if he's bothered by that

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #headcanons #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham best actor 3.2

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killmongerskeeper · 1 year

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first of all, THANK YOU so much for writing and taking the time for it. Your writing is incredible! Would you please write angst turned into a fluff or with a happy ending with numbers 9 and 15? Can be that they had a fight first and the other one is offering a ride to cool off or whatever comes into your mind and what you feel is right :)

Fluff #9: “I’ll give you a ride”

Angst #15 “I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you kept fucking them up. And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.”

To say you were mad was the understatement of the century. You know Shuri can be busy. She's still the princess of Wakanda and she's the Black Panther now. She has training with the Dora Milaje, meditation, and meetings with the elders. Sometimes you won't see her for a week. You do miss her. But you need her to not make empty promises to you. The shit hurts. You stomped into the lab and there she was her head in whatever she was trying to figure out.

"Seriously?" You asked and you heard her curse under her breath before turning to you.

"Yes?" She replied annoyed that you interrupted her as she turned back to the desk. She had promised the two of you would take a break from everything. Just to spend the day together and be in each other's presence.

"I thought we had plans today?" You asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah well plans get ruined. We'll have to go another time." She said with a straight face and you felt your blood beginning to boil.

"And when would that be? You have training again this week. A conference in the states. Which you must be present for. And probably eight millions different things in this blasted lab. When will we ever get the chance to do anything?" You fumed as she just nonchalantly waved you off. Not taking anything you say to her seriously.

"Well I'm sorry I have eight million things to do. You're just going to have to get over it." She walked past you to get to the other computer and you slammed the brochure on the table.

"Get over it? Is it a crime to want to spend time with my girlfriend? Or are you even still that? We barely see each other and when we do it in the morning when you're getting ready to leave!" You shouted and she turned to you clenching her jaw.

"You can't even see things from my perspective. It's always about you and how damn needy you are. Things come up that is my responsibility to take care of. Things that are more important than some date." She spat and you narrowed your eyes taken aback by her outburst. You ripped the brochure in half before flicking the pieces at her.

"I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you keep fucking them up! And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.” You sneered walking out of the lab not even giving her time to respond to you. You needed to leave the palace. Clear your head. Snatching your phone you stomped out the front door as Grio tried to reason with you through your kimoyo bracelet.

"Ms. Y/N I would like to ask that you both talk this out."

"I don't want to hear it, Grio." You ignored anything else the AI said to you as you went through a nearby village, walking along the road. The sun was beginning to set and you bit the inside of your cheek. When you've calmed down a bit your mind starts to replay what occurred in the lab. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. She has other things to worry about. Could be possible that the love you once shared just isn't there anymore. You could hear a sound of a car engine approaching and sighed as you really didn't want to be bothered. You only slowed down when a voice called out to you.

"Please stop walking." You stopped and turned to look at Shuri who was in the driver seat of one of her cars. She had on a pair of shades but said nothing else to you. It was until you started to walk again she spoke up. "I'll give you a ride." The passenger door opened and you scoffed before getting in the car. But only because the temperature was dropping. You sat quiet during the drive before you noticed she wasn't driving towards the palace.

"The palace is back the other way." You said in a flat tone and she kept her hand on the wheel while the other rested on her leg.

"I know where the palace is." You glanced over at her as she parked into an empty space facing the sunset. Neither of you spoke, only watch the sun as it met the ocean. It was only until her hand grabbed hold of yours that you fully looked at her.

"I'm- I'm sorry for the way I treated you my love. My mother wouldn't be very proud of me in that moment. I know you just want to spend time. Things get overwhelming and I just can't. I don't want this to end. Not until one of us is on out deathbed." She said looking forward and you gave her hand a light squeeze.

"I guess I felt as if I was an option. I know things can get hectic. But I just want you to understand that you're not alone. If I just sat in the lab with you, I'd be fine. I don't want to lose what we have." You said softly and she brought your hand up to her lips. "I forgive you Shuri." You leaned over and she wrapped her arms around you and the two of you reconciled under the sunset.

#black panther shuri #shuri x reader #shuri prompt #black panther #black panther 2 #black panther prompts #shuri udaku #mcu shuri

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an-otterly-adorable-being · 7 months

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Doing something a bit different from my headcanons, though this one-shot does tie back to some headcanons I did a while ago. Hope y'all enjoy!

(The Headcanon)

Tick Tock: Stolas x M!GoetiaPrince!Reader One-Shot

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This was fine, you were fine. Sure, you were currently waiting to see the love of your life, the prince who you were kept from for decades. This was it, your chance to finally go back to him, to finally have him back in your arms. Satan's sake, that clock in the corner was far too... loud wasn't the right word. It was normal, just making you aware of the passage of time, both present and past.

...Annoying, that was the word. Although that still didn't feel right. Disquieting? No, that wasn't it either. Stolas would probably know the word, being a little, adorable nerd. Did he still wear those adorable glasses? You hadn't seen them in any pictures during your time forced away from him, but maybe he only wore them in private? You remember when you used to wipe the tears from underneath the lenses, the looks of adoration Stolas had given you through them, and every other emotion possible in his eyes. His beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.

You were getting nervous now. Stolas was taking his time, and you wondered if maybe he wasn't interested in seeing you again. You wouldn't blame him, you didn't even try to fight back when you were "forbidden from seeing him." Yeah, Paimon would've crushed you, but you could've atleast tried. Plus, Stolas supposedly has a new man in his life. Why were you even here?

"Because you're selfish," you mumbled to yourself. You wanted Stolas to be happy, but here you are, waltzing back into his life just like the two of had waltzed before. Except this time, you were the one butting in, not Paimon. Your brain was telling you to leave, to disappear again and save you both the heartache. But your body didn't move an inch, facing the fears you wanted to cower from.

Damn, that clock was getting to you, and you still couldn't find a word to describe it! Stupid, idiotic, useless, guilt-inducing, depressing, none of them worked. It was the only thing saving your mind from tearing itself apart and it was just as frustrating as your own feelings. Stolas never would've bought something like that, the clock was definitely from Stella. And then, you started thinking about her.

That lady made your blood boil. She was a status obsessed bitch, and you hated her for it. Why did she get to be the one to be with Stolas? You were there and ready, you would've actually loved him, unlike that overgrown brat. Yeah yeah, Stolas was supposed to produce an heir and you were both guys, but still! Magoc is everywhere in Hell, there had to be something, right?

It didn't matter now, though. Stolas already went through that pain, and you couldn't even hold him as he cried. You couldn't wipe the tears away. You couldn't sing a song just well enough to soothe him. You, the man who promised to protect him with your life, couldn't be his knight in shining armor, because you were a coward!

...That's it, that clock was going to be smashed. You couldn't take it anymore, it needed to be stopped at the least. You stood up and marched to it, ready to turn it into tiny splinters. You almost didn't hear the voice behind you. Almost.

"Y/N...?"

"Stolas, I-"

"Y/N!"

Stolas had gotten stronger apparently, as he fully tackled you to the ground, knocking over everything in the way. You could see the tears falling from his eyes, as a wide grin filled his face. He held on to you tightly, and you embraced him as well, tears also forming.

"I can not believe this is real. I thought that I would never see you again."

"Yeah, this is real. So are the pieces of whatever you knocked me into sticking in my back."

"Oh goodness, let me help you up."

Ironically enough, you landed on the clock, breaking it in half, leaving you with a slight sense of satisfaction. You didn't dwell for long though, as Stolas had you sit down with him on a nearby couch.

"It's... been a while, are you-"

"Stolas, I'm so, so sorry for everything. I should have been there for you, I should have protected you, I-"

"Y/N, please, there is nothing to apologize for."

"But there is! I should've been there for you!"

"And you would've been killed by my father if you did. I...I know I can't convince you that you don't have to apologize, so I want to accept your apologies for everything."

"I don't deserve you Stolas."

"You absolutely do, alright? "

"Heh, yeah... um, I don't want to intrude into your personal business, but I saw you were with someone else, and I wanted to let you know that, even though I still love you, I don't want to interfere with your relationship."

"Ah, Blitzø. I...I do love him, but our relationship is complicated, to say the least. There is far too much to really get into, and besides, I want to spend time with you. You've always had a piece of my heart, you know."

"I know, I know. Should we do dinner maybe? Catch up then?"

"That sounds delightful. Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you, for coming back. I've missed you."

Stolas took ahold of your hand, gently brushing your knuckles. You missed this, you really, really missed this. You and Stolas made eye-contact, and before either of you knew it, you were kissing.

#oneshot #writing #stolas x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss stolas #something a little different #fanfic #ish #not sure if it counts tbh

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writers-ex · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you're doing well. may I please request a yandere Yeji x female reader fic? Where reader is secretly equally obsessed with Yeji, she has no one she wants to be with and relies on more. Her family is horrible, and most of her friends are fake and two-faced. With Yeji being the only constant in her life, she latches on and willingly stays with Yeji when taken. Yeji confused yet thrilled decides to ask why and learns readers true feelings. With smut and claiming/praising kink

flipping finally T-T enjoy anon <3

warnings: yandere themes, bullying, abusive family and friends, stalking, marking up, whatever this is

word count: 961

"i could've sworn i hid her panties underneath my shoe box...?" searching around her room yeji grumbles to herself and sighs. this was the third time this month that your panties she 'found' were misplaced in her own apartment?! the feeling of someone's gaze on her causes her to look out the window to see the rustle of a bush when your text notification dings making yeji jump for her phone.

'ft?'

your face on her phone never ceases to amaze her but what really ticked her off was hearing your parents fight for the 800th time this week. the amount of times you wince and zone out during her conversation makes her blood boil.

"i-i-i can't take it anymore can i sleep over ji?"

"you don't even have to ask, my place is open for you baby." as you hang up the call yeji quickly picks up hiding any of her latest 'borrowed' items from you. once you open the door yeji pulls you in for a hug letting you cry it out as she guides you to bed. as your tears calm down yeji sings you a lullaby until you're fast asleep in her arms with the moonlight outlining your features yeji stays up to stare at you for a bit.

as you shift your body closer to her your hands start to move lower down her body and slide into her shirt, confused yeji stays quiet to watch your next move. you groping and play with her nipples letting out soft whimpers until yeji shivers making you stop your actions and flip over. only one thing went through her mind the following day when you got up to shower and couldn't look her in the eye.

you took advantage of her in her 'sleep'.

"thanks for letting me stay over yeji. i'll pay you back with some dessert at that cafe you like, see you after school?"

"sure thing!" waving goodbye yeji makes her way to class and after first period she remembers that she packed your lunch in her bag. outside the door, those friends of yours that yeji always saw you with are huddled together pointing and laughing.

"did you see it? she's wearing the same thing again!!"

"lazy pig, i bet her parents kicked her out."

"why do we hang out with her again?"

"because she's friends with the hottest girl in school hwang yeji duh?!"

"and she makes a great gopher, i wonder when she'll be coming back with our-WHAT THE FUCK?!" the group of now sopping wet girls turns around to find you holding empty cups with what were their drinks. hot tears in your eyes one of them raises their hand at you when yeji rushes over to pull you away.

"don't you dare touch her you, ungrateful bastard! i'm going to make sure you're blacklisted from ever leaving your room." screaming threats at yeji she simply turns around and drags you out of the school.

"yeji wait where are we-"

"baby i think it's time we took our long weekend today."

"but yeji it's only monday?!" not saying anything else yeji guides you back to her car and drives you away from the rural place you call home and enters the unfamiliar bustling city. driving up to a building yeji parks and takes you by the hand to the elevators inside going up to the top floor. as the doors open she opens one room and immediately you feel a sense of familiarity as you walk inside. the whole apartment looks exactly like your room at home, before you can say anything else yeji bolts the door shut and looks at you with a crazy glint in her eye.

"you'll be safe here. together we can live and support each other without all the horrible people trying to tear us apart." she walks closer to you with her voice rising and hands grabbing your arms. "no more bullies. no more evil parents. no more tears. you'll stay here with me as my most beloved, as ...as mine."

"thank you for this opportunity."

"i'm sorry what did you-"

"i said thank you yeji." her eyes study your face as your blank look turns into a full-out grin as you embrace yeji cackling. "i can't believe it took you this long to ask me."

"i well i...ok then so that means-"

"i like you silly, i've only ever liked you. why do you think i try to sleep over every chance i get? or maybe even why you have so many of my things at your place which by the way i had to get some of my panties back since you left me with just the one pair i currently have on?" unbuttoning your pants they fall to the floor revealing a cute cherry pattern panty.

"fuck this." crashing her lips onto yours the two of you stumble toward the bed as yeji moves her lips to mark your leg while you grip tightly. now on the bed yeji towers over you eyeing your now disheveled hair and crazy smile. "strip now i need to get one more thing to make this day just right." as you remove your clothes eagerly yeji rushes to the kitchen and pull out of the drawer a small wrapped gift box. returning to bed she sees you sitting up your bare body on display as she throws you the box while ripping her clothes off.

"yeji what is-oh yeji my love." the now unwrapped box reveals a collar with yeji's name written beautifully in your favorite color. standing in front of you yeji grabs the ends of the collar and ties it to your neck as she cups your face looking into your eyes.

"mine."

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xhoneygirlxx · 8 months

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i just know that eddie would ruin so many jokes/memes because of how often he'd say them. it would be so bad that you'd have to stop yourself from ripping your hair out with how much annoyance it caused you.

you're lying on your back, the comfort of his mattress pressing into you. eddie is hovering over you, wedged between your legs, as the two of you makeout.

little gasps and moans fill the room, he's grinding into, making you pant even harder. against your wishes, he moves away from your mouth, trailing small kisses down the side of your neck and up to your ear.

removing his mouth from your skin, his mouth is right next to your ear and you can hear and feel him breathing heavily.

"baby," his voice is husky and dripping with desire. after you answer with a small hmm, he goes to talk again. "do you want to know what i think?"

pulling his face back, he's now looking down at you. a millisecond of silence goes by and he's grinning down at you playfully.

"i think," before you know it, he's shouting "LIFE IS ROBLOX."

making the both of you fall into fits of giggles.

it goes on like that for weeks, him saying random dj khalid quotes every time you try to have a conversation. at first it's funny, always making you burst into laughter. but after so many times it genuinely starts becoming blood boiling.

the two of you are in the middle of target, you're crouched down reading the labels between two different face cleansers. your first mistake was leaving your guard down, the second mistake was taking your boyfriend to the store with you. before you know it, Eddie is shouting at the top of his lungs.

"LETS GO SHOPPIN. LETS GO SHOPPIN."

the minute it leaves his lips you drop both bottles and scurry out of the aisle with your basket. when he finally catches up to you at the self checkout, he's laughing so hard he's crying. you're not though, you can feel the burning sensation of embarrassment all through your body as other shoppers stare at the man who caused a disturbance.

it doesn't stop there though, oh no.

you're out at dinner, it's a fancier restaurant, with the rest of the gang. everything is going well, a bottle of wine has been ordered for the table, fancy little appetizers being shared between all of you, when the waiter comes over to take everyone's orders.

you should've known what was coming, really you should've but when you realized what was about to happen it was too late.

the middle age man wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks, stands next to eddie asking him what he would like. it seems like your boyfriend just couldn't help himself because he's shouting out,

"TELL THEM TO BRING OUT THE WHOLE OCEAN!"

immediately you cringe, hiding your face behind your hand as you sink lower into your seat. although you and other patrons don't particularly find it funny, some of the group can't help but find it amusing.

all you want to do is cry when you see the poor waiter's face, scrunched up in confusion, trying to understand whatever joke it is that eddie just said. finally after the most awkward ten seconds of your life, the boy next to you finally has the common sense to order what he really wants at a normal volume.

it's all the time that he does these things. you ask him what he wants to do for the day and he's responding with,

"LETS GO GOLFING."

you're sitting on the couch on a zoom call since it had been a work from home day. while you're trying to talk to everyone in the meeting, eddie walks out of your spare bedroom with his acoustic guitar. he starts playing atrociously like dj khalid did after receiving Bob Marley's guitar. to make matters worse, he can be seen in the background with the way you're sitting. he knows this since he placed the guitar down and starts dancing the same way the celebrity did in multiple videos.

it's exhausting and honestly it's starting to piss you off to no end.

you're in the car with him when you finally break, yelling at him that it's not funny anymore. he's quiet, letting you rip him a new asshole. when you're finally done, all the pent up rage leaving your body, all that can be heard is your hard breathing.

finally, finally you had some peace and silence in the car. you couldn't get too used to it though because before you know it, he's saying something else.

"LETS GO TO THE BEACH! LETS GO SWIMMIN' !"

after that day he seems to quit with all the stupid quotes, giving you a sigh of relief. what you don't realize is that you defeated one beast and woke up another.

one morning you ask him if he can take a look at your car, see what's causing it to make that weird noise. you can't help but feel your heart sink when he answers you.

"i would love to babe, but i'm just ken."

for the next month that's how he's answering all your questions and every shopping trip is stopped short the minute he breaks out into song and dance, singing the popular song from the movie at the top of his lungs.

idk i was just thinkin thoughts

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie would be such a menace #he's just in a silly goofy mood :)

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Innocent reader going to visit her favorite (and only) sheriff Lee in a new baby pink dress she bought. Lee sees her walk into his office and immediately his cock stiffins because got damn you don’t know how that dress hugs your curves and squeezes your breasts so perfectly. Lee sees your wide hips and plump breasts and just thinks about you being his house wife. That’s when he loses his shit rushing towards you bending you over his desk. He can’t wait anymore he needs to be inside you needs to hear your pretty little moans he needs to breed your pussy till your really his little innocent house wife

My head is so full of Lee today, it hurts 🙈 I really want to write something longer today and I'm so torn between Lee and DBF!bucky eughhh

But the thought of just stepping foot in the station in a pretty dress and as soon as Lee's eyes land on you, he feels himself twitching in his slacks. That man is never one to deny himself anything and certainly not the pleasures of your body so he's already thinking of all the places he could take you to inspect that sweet little cunt of yours.

Everyone knows you're here for Lee. It's not much of a secret, especially when you're in a little dress like that. It shows off every curve from your full hips to your soft, plush breasts.

But a dress like that turns heads and unfortunately, Lee doesn't work alone. Plenty of those men don't realise they're practically drooling at the sight of you, nor do they realise their boss' door is cracked open for a change.

"God damn, Bodecker's fuckin' lucky. Just know she's even prettier when she spreads those legs." One man grunts, his eyes not leaving you as you make your way to the door of the station, the most oblivious smile on your face, just excited to bring your partner his lunch.

"Would rather see her on her knees. Imagine that sweetie smiling up at you, begging t'have her throat fucked." Another muses to his friend while you're still out of earshot, before smiling at you warmly as you walk past.

Lee's blood is fucking boiling in his veins. He's got half a mind to trail both of them outside but he's not sure he'd be able to stop himself if he started laying into them.

By the time you've made it to the door of his office, your smile is still intact but the same can't be said about his. "Don't close the door." He barks, not moving from his desk. He doesn't even get up to roll the blinds down which is unusual.

"You hungry, baby? You're a little grumpy." You smile, setting the paper bag on his desk, totally unperturbed as you slide into his lap.

It's not your fault of course. He'd never think that. You should be free to wear whatever you damn well please, those assholes shouldn't think they can say whatever they like about a woman going about her day but it stirs up something so possessive in Lee.

"You have any idea how fuckin' good y'look?" He whispers, totally ignoring your question because he's not hungry for whatever you've put in the bag. Your breasts are beautifully framed in that dress, pushed up a little and looking fuller than ever.

"You like it? I saw it yesterday and it made me think of you." You admit, watching his eyes light up because this is all for him. God, you're an angel.

"Kitten, the only thing I think would make this dress prettier would be a heavy baby bump under it." His huge hands are splayed over your tummy on top of the fabric of the dress, not missing how your hips roll against him just a little, a soft groan slipping from you.

"Oh baby, don't tell me ya want that as much as I do. Cause the thought of makin' ya my sweet little pregnant housewife is makin' my head spin." He admits, kissing your neck with a burning lust he doesn't normally surrender to with the door open.

"Want every last one of those assholes out there to hear me fuck a baby into my sweetie. Hell, how 'bout I fuck you against the glass? Let 'em watch me make my girl a mommy. They can watch me flood this tight little cunt. Bet they'll find it hard to keep jerkin' off to my girl when they see you leave with my cum runnin' down your legs." He's so lost in his own filthy thoughts as he frees his cock, sliding it home into your body.

Knowing the door is open doesn't even make you want to stay quiet. "Wouldn't that be nice? A ring on your finger and my baby in your belly. Pretty Mrs Bodecker. Fuck, 'm not pulling out. Gonna cum so deep inside you, there's not gonna be a chance I didn't knock you up." He's frantically rutting into you, sucking at your skin and groaning while he rubs your clit with two fingers. The chair beneath you is the only one protesting, creaking as Lee tries to use the limited space to thrust up into you.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x innocent reader #I really don't know what to write today #I hate days like that #I have so many ideas #for the sake of variety I wanna write a more dom male piece #I feel like I've done a lot of subbier stuff recently #but I had two subby thots last night before bed that I had to write down in my notes app before I forget them

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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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Prompt Request: first of all, THANK YOU so much for writing and taking the time for it. Your writing is incredible! Would you please write angst turned into a fluff or with a happy ending with numbers 9 and 15? Can be that they had a fight first and the other one is offering a ride to cool off or whatever comes into your mind and what you feel is right :)

Fluff #9: “I’ll give you a ride”

Angst #15: “I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you kept fucking them up. And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.”

"Seriously?" You asked and you heard her curse under her breath before turning to you.

"I thought we had plans today?" You asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah well plans get ruined. We'll have to go another time." She said with a straight face and you felt your blood beginning to boil.

"Well I'm sorry I have eight million things to do. You're just going to have to get over it." She walked past you to get to the other computer and you slammed the brochure on the table.

"Ms. Y/N I would like to ask that you both talk this out."

"The palace is back the other way." You said in a flat tone and she kept her hand on the wheel while the other rested on her leg.

"I guess I felt as if I was an option. I know things can get hectic. But I just want you to understand that you're not alone. If I just sat in the lab with you, I'd be fine. I don't want to lose what we have." You said softly and she brought you hand up to her lips. "I forgive you Shuri." You leaned over and she wrapped her arms around you and the two of you reconciled under the sunset.

#poc reader #princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri #shuri black panther #shuri fanfiction #shuri fluff #shuri imagine #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x woc!reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x y/n #black reader #letitia wright shuri #shuri prompt

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armpirate · 3 months

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 5

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 12 minutes

After that first contact in real time, it all kept evolving further between them. The conversations were even more frequent -if that was even possible-, having the both of them stuck at their screens at the minimum chance a notification popped up in hopes of it being the other's text. And all those messages throughout the day only finished with one good video call at night, being the last person the other saw -even if it was through a screen. Y/n kept thinking the only possibility for what they had was to keep evolving. More messages, more calls... and it all stopped.

She remembered she was confused at first. San usually took no longer than five minutes to answer her messages, and she kept seeing her text at the end of their conversation, marking the end of the chain of messages. First it was hours, later it was days. Whenever she called, her calls were never answered either, and she couldn't help but worry at the thought of something happening to him.

Until she received that notification she knew so well.

Y/n: Hey??

Y/n: ???

Y/n: Are you there?

Y/n: Did something happen?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Hello?

Y/n huffed while rereading those texts after a few weeks. She never in her life felt like begging for someone to pay attention to her -not even attention, but have the common decency to tell her he didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. She didn't care what the reason was, she'd have accepted it and moved on with life. But the fact that he disappeared, out of nowhere, but still was active posting his videos made her blood boil. She even went as far as sending him texts back on his page, just in case he'd read them, but it had the exact same response: nothing. He didn't even read them, or at least it didn't show up for her.

"Do you want to cancel your subscription?"

—He can fuck off if he wants —she mumbled, pressing the small "Yes" on her phone screen.

She clearly wasn't going to keep giving him money in exchange for being ignored. She didn't even try to watch the last four videos he posted, remembering how the only thought going through her head was throwing him the heaviest thing she could find.

It was complicated for her. It made no sense, and that made her more furious.

For the first time since she broke up with her ex boyfriend, and after several awful Tinder dates, she finally managed to connect with someone who made her feel comfortable and at ease. Leaving aside the sexual attraction that was evident through texts, she felt understood by someone that she didn't even meet in person -and it wasn't because she didn't want to.

During one of their video calls, Y/n casually mentioned how much she liked walking past Acorn Street whenever she had to, and how it never bothered to move by feet when she knew the destination would make her walk through it. San's answer was automatic, as if he wasn't thinking what he was saying, when he told her he used to walk past that street when he was younger, but how he hadn't been around that area for so long. When her brain clicked all that information together, and dared to ask if he was also living in Boston, he started stuttering, showing off how nervous that question made him and taking longer to nod and confirm it. While she was excited about the news, and mentioned how they could meet in person one of those days, San simply nodded, desperate to change the topic to something else.

That memory made Y/n scoff, convincing herself that that man was no better than anyone else she had met. He wanted the horniness of masturbating with someone, with enough distance so she wouldn't be a burden for him, and she was planning on changing his comfort zone.

—Jennifer —Y/n called her assistant, who entered silently to leave some files over her desk, and was about to leave as she was done—, can I ask you a question? And promise you won't tell anyone?

—Me? —she asked, confused.

Motioning her to close the door and step back inside, she waited for the brunette girl to take a seat over one of the chairs that were in front of her desk. With the type of life she had, she barely managed to maintain any of her friendships, and most of the ones she had were directly connected to her job -so it wasn't like she actually considered them friendships per se-, which left her looking for advice to her poor assistant, that had to keep up with her dramas and rants.

—Let's say that you start talking with someone —Y/n started—, and that someone suddenly disappears as soon as you mention seeing each other in person...

—Well, I don't know... —the girl hesitated for a few seconds, before she finally concluded:— Did you have another failed date?

Y/n's back fell over the backrest heavily, feeling attacked by that question that only reflected the reality of her love life.

—It didn't even get to a date —she whispered.

—Was it an online relationship? —she frowned.

—No... I mean...

Was it?

—No —she denied, confident with her answer—. We were talking for a few weeks, it was all great. But when I told him to meet up in person, he ghosted me.

Jennifer frowned slightly, pursing her lips as she tried to get to an answer with the information that was displayed for her.

—That sounds like he has a girlfriend and doesn't want you to find out.

Y/n covered her lips with four of her fingers, surprised at herself for not ever thinking about that in the two weeks he had left her on a limbo.

—I didn't think of that —Y/n admitted with a thin voice—. That asshole...

—Or maybe there was something he wanted to hide, and he's afraid you'll know if you see each other in person.

That'd also make sense, but what would San be hiding?

For sure he was hiding a girlfriend.

When her father entered her office, both of them were leaning over her desk, trying to speak as low as possible so none of the information would leak through the walls. Your father's eyes darted over your assistant, who moved quickly on her seat to get up and subtly sprint to the door, mumbling an excuse before she left them alone.

—Confessing crimes? —he arched an eyebrow.

—Something like that —she sighed.

—You need to stop using Jennifer as a confessional —her father clicked his tongue, sitting on the same chair her assistant was sitting—. Find real friends and chat with them about those things.

—What brings you here? —Y/n asked, ignoring his advice.

That counter question made him chuckle, seeing himself reflected on his little creation in front of him. There was no doubt that it was indeed his daughter.

—I've had a meeting —he started, tapping his fingers over the glass of her desk that covered half of the wood underneath.

—And that meeting was so bad that you came to my office to let me know you had a meeting? —she tried to guess, lifting both of her eyebrows as she waited for his answer.

—Y/n —her name left his lips with a sedated tone.

—What?

What started as a joke, started to be something that concerned her. She recognized that look in her father's eyes, and it only took her back to a few years back when the crisis in the company was so big that he had to fire ten percent of the employees. It was an awful time for her father, but it was an even worse time for everyone who was left with no income and no job without a previous warning.

She sighed, throwing her head back, hoping it wasn't what she was suspecting.

—Why did you even start hiring people again? —she complained, getting up from his seat.

—It's not as bad as the other time.

—I don't understand. The numbers are positive.

—Yet they're below what we should be making.

—And firing people is your only option? —her hands rested on her hips, over her beige pleated pants.

After Covid, the company almost went bankrupt, seeing some light after all of those people were kicked out of the company and some things changed in the line of production and distribution. She didn't even think they'd be affected by some of the external crises until her father showed up in her office not even five minutes back.

She wasn't going to fire anyone. Only remembering the destroyed faces of the ex employees, while they begged her to keep their jobs -even if she was only her father's assistant in that time-, almost made her throw up. She understood it was part of the responsibility she was willing to take when she inherited the company, but she still hated it. She hated being the one hurting someone else, and being the only responsible to destroy their lives.

—For now, you'll only have to go without two of the members of your team —her father whispered.

Looking through the glass wall, she saw them all sitting on the rounded table, working together, peeking over one another's laptops before they were back to chatting. All of them were useful and needed, how was she supposed to fire two of them?

—If you want to keep earning what you do, you'll need to sacrifice something else —he shrugged—. Every team will be reducing their staff.

—Wait...

Y/n stopped him, stuck at the first thing he said. While her father looked at her, he was aware of the way her brain was probably working. Her eyes raised to the ceiling, with her eyebrows slightly frowned while her hand floated in the air. The slight movement of her fingers hinted at the counts she was probably doing, when she was finally back in reality.

—You mean that if I stop earning the same amount, I won't need to fire anyone —she concluded.

The man, who was resting his elbow over his desk, simply sighed when he caught on where his daughter was trying to take all that issue to.

—If you lower my salary, taking out two of their salaries, I'll still have a fair pay and I won't need to kick anyone out.

—Y/n...

—You always ask me for responsibility, and this is mine —she stopped him before he was able to say anything—. You either take it, or take it. You came with an issue, and I gave you a solution. I can't see what else there is to discuss.

—Are you sure? —he stepped towards her, keeping a safe distance.

—Uh hum —she nodded—. On my side, everything is solved.

San moved around his room, from one corner to the other, scratching his nape while he kept punishing herself for the way he acted, when he should've been studying instead. Y/n was the only girl he was able to talk to with no problems, and he ruined it all by ghosting her because he was the dumbest person alive.

The fear of anything slightly changing between them once they saw each other in person led him to stop answering her texts, feeling guilty when each one of them showed more confusion and disappointment than the previous one.

What if she didn't like him? What if she thought he was a weirdo that didn't deserve her wasting her time on him? She was beautiful, funny, friendly... she certainly had everything, while he thought he didn't have much to give back in response.

And it certainly was too late to ever think of sending her a text, making it more difficult with every day he allowed to pass.

Y/n deserved something better than him, that was for sure.

A loud sound and the sound vibrating made San hurry out of his room, finding Wooyoung on the floor with a chair dropped not too far away from him.

—What the hell did you do? —San asked, walking towards his friend to kneel next to him.

—I hung on the ceiling fan, because I thought it'd be so fun —he replied with irony, sitting with his help—. What the fuck would I be doing? I was cleaning what neither of you wanted to clean, and I lost my balance. And now my arm hurts —Wooyoung whined, holding his folded arm with his other hand.

—Can you move it?

—No —Wooyoung's voice trembled when he tried to, moving it back to the same position it was in.

—Let's go to the hospital —San mumbled, before he helped his friend to get up from the floor.

—I'll go alone —he insisted—. You have an exam tomorrow.

—So? —he replied back, walking towards his room to pick up his wallet, his phone as his keys— The exam will still be tomorrow whether I study or not.

—I mean, duh —Wooyoung gave him a confused look—. It's not up to you, the problem is the result of it.

—What I meant is that I'll take you to the doctor anyway —San answered, pushing Wooyoung gently towards the door—. I'd be too worried about you to be able to concentrate on studying.

—Awe —he felt his cheeks being squeezed by two of his fingers of his healthy hand, almost making him regret ever thinking of looking after him—. You're so caring when you want to.

San simply rolled his eyes, heading towards the lift and holding the door for Wooyoung before he stepped inside as well.

If there was something worse than dealing with his overthinking head, it was dealing with a bored Wooyoung. Every five seconds a comment that made no sense, or a complaint that had been mentioned a few many times, left his lips as he looked for San's attention, trying to get him to distract him while his friend just looked around at the slightest hint that a doctor would look after him and deal with Wooyoung's injured arm.

—Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend? —Wooyoung inquired, kicking his side with his upper arm— I've told you about all of my crushes, and dates I've had since the first year of college, and you didn't tell me about your first girlfriend? It's so annoying, I thought we had something special.

The old lady that sat in front of them right when Wooyoung was towards the end of that sentence gave them a judging look, turning her lips into a thin line as she looked away.

—Perfect, and now you're ignoring me.

—I didn't think it was a big deal —San shrugged.

—Your first girlfriend and it's not a big deal? —Wooyoung sat straight on the chair— I thought you'd die before being able to touch a tit —he admitted, making some heads turn to them—. It's indeed a big deal.

— Well, sorry —San whispered—. I'll tell you everything from now on.

Wooyoung's tongue clicking just warned him he wasn't done.

—I even told you when the German teacher gave me a blowjob in her office —he mumbled—, and you kept to yourself something so simple...

—I'm sorry —San apologized again—. I'll tell you everything that happens with her from now on, alright?

And that would be the announcement that they both were broken up when the time was right.

—Show me a picture of her again.

San knew Wooyoung would go on with that blame chant if he didn't. And it was better to show him a picture, than have half of the hospital looking at them because his friend had no shame.

Scrolling through his gallery, he tapped on some of the "normal" pictures Y/n sent him. He wasn't thinking of saving them, but he thought she looked way too beautiful to just forget about that picture as it disappeared among their texts. It was something he wanted to scroll past out of nowhere while he looked for something random in his gallery. He wanted to keep that smile with him.

—She's pretty —Wooyoung nodded—. I can't understand what she saw on you —he commented out of nowhere, taking San by surprise.

That last comment had San turning to him almost instantly, with Wooyoung being saved by the nurse calling his full name and giving him a good reason to walk away from where they were sitting.

Wooyoung was still right though: San couldn't understand what Y/n could've seen on him to ever feel interested in him.

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