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foli-vora · 4 months

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without you, part 2

matt murdock x f!reader

A/N: hey the title rhymes. Hi angels! Part 2 is finally here, by heavy demand! And uh... for those who thought I was gonna fix everything with this part?? No, I'm here to make it worse! Woo! (Don't hate me, I did warn you lmao). So, enjoy the angst! Hope it's worth the wait x

Summary: continuing on from Part 1 - You return after the ‘blip’. Five years is a long time, and a lot of things can happen in that time. Where does that leave you now?

Word count: somewhere in the 2.7k zone idk

Warnings: ANGST. Angst squared, if you will. Broken hearts everywhere. Broken hearted reader. Broken hearted Matty. A brief broken hearted Frank coming in for the rescue. Not a happy ending. Mentions of divorce and the religious thoughts surrounding that, the Blip and the devastation it would've caused, break ups, brief jealousy, heavy denial, anxiety, lots of crying and I just want to hold onto him forever & ever. This is unedited coz I'm lazy and like to just throw things out into the void and die like a warrior.

There’s a vicious, relentless pounding behind your temples when you finally begin to feel the darkness pulling at your mind recede. With the constant stab of pain, everything returns—the apparent lost time, the strange new world that had grown during your absence, the relationships that had also changed during those five years.

Five whole years.

It might as well have been an eternity.

Your whole life, everything you knew—gone. It doesn’t seem real, it’s just not possible, and yet here you are. Here you are in a world that still feels so familiar, and sickeningly not. Your thoughts are a vicious storm in your mind, merely intensifying the throb running along your forehead. Your system flutters between confusion, denial, mourning.

It’s enough to make you want to simply fall back into the blissful void of unconsciousness, until—

“Sweetheart?”

Matt.

Your heart still jumps at his gentle rasp, a part of you longing to just soften into his hold and cling to him like you’d done so many times before, but you can’t. He’s not—he’s not your Matt. Not anymore.

It’s hard to pull away from the fingers tracing your cheek, and when you open your eyes, they wince from the light shining through the large windows. He’s knelt on the floor beside you, a frown of concern creasing his brows as you slowly shift on weak limbs until you’re sitting upright on the leather.

You study his features through raw, hazy eyes, and it’s only now you notice the subtle changes you had missed upon your return to the apartment—the few more creases lining his face, the extra spatterings of grey strands amongst his dark tresses. His hair… it’s shorter too, now that you’re really looking. How had you not seen that? Not noticed?

Maybe it was the panic. It had to have been. You didn’t notice anything else when you ran in. Your surroundings had changed within a second, everything was all just so confusing and mad—you had just wanted him, you wanted home. Turns out, you had no home to return to. No one to return to.

There must be so many others. The pain must be immense throughout the world. Lovers returning to mere memories. Parents returning to kids left behind, now years older and practically strangers. Children returning to homes that were no longer there, lost amongst the new world and without anyone familiar around them to find comfort in. God, they must be so scared.

Matt’s hand returns to your face, the backs of his fingers testing the feel of your forehead before ever so slowly trailing away until they rest where your pulse thrums through the skin of your throat. It’s not necessary—he’d hear it across town. Maybe he’s seeking physical reassurance that you’re really here, right in front of him.

“Talk to me,” he pleads quietly, “say something, anything.��

You find nothing worth speaking. You doubt you’d even have the strength to speak with how dry and heavy your tongue feels in your mouth. His hand moves, fingers hot on your skin as he cups the underside of your jaw and this time, you don’t quite have the strength to pull away.

All you want is this.

His touch, his presence—him.

“Sweetheart, I—” he stops, head tilting ever so slightly towards the door.

You watch him stiffen, tension rolling through his shoulders as he rises from his knelt position before turning towards the door to the apartment expectantly. It takes longer for your senses to catch up, but eventually the dull thud of boots hitting the flooring outside of the apartment hits your ears—

Frank.

Where was he through all of this? Had he been left to carry on with life, trying to make sense of a world left in ruin? Or had he been washed away with the breeze, just like half the planet? Universe? You want to ask Matt, but words seem to fade away on your tongue.

He doesn’t bother knocking—he never has.

While there had been some stirrings of indifference between him and Matt after everything that happened, there was still a solid foundation of respect, which quickly extended to you the more you attempted to coax the beaten and bloodied man into your clutches for some much needed medical treatment. You were more than acquaintances, a little less than friends—just close enough for him to feel comfortable coming and going from the apartment should he have ever needed patching up.

“Apparently it’s been a while,” Frank mutters gruffly as a somewhat greeting once he’s stepped into the apartment, and you feel the same air of confusion and denial radiating from him.

He had been gone then, like you. How is he handling this? Does he feel as lost as you? As scared? You’d always thought him to be someone not exactly immune to the feeling, but at least stronger than others. As much as you feel for him, hurt for him, knowing exactly the type of thoughts and feelings that plague him, you find comfort in the fact that you weren’t alone in this.

Matt doesn’t respond, and Frank sighs tiredly, eyes flashing briefly to the side under his heavily bruised and swollen brow.

“I ain’t here to fight, Red.”

Matt’s tongue flicks over his lips and he gives a humourless huff, still not relaxing from his defensive stance. Maybe he was expecting Frank to be pissed and burst in like a raging bull with red in his vision, seeing as he and Karen had something brewing slowly between them all those years ago, but Frank doesn’t seem to be interested in any violence whatsoever.

You’re not even entirely sure what he’s here for.

“Well, Karen’s not here—”

“I know, she was with me,” Frank rumbles deeply, head tilting as he appraises Matt, “told me the happy news—congrats.”

It’s not insincere, but it’s damn near close.

His gaze moves to you.

He studies the way you sit, drawn in on yourself and cuddling your chest in an effort to hold yourself together. You can feel how raw and swollen your eyes are, and when you finally manage to tiredly lift them to meet his, Frank seems to soften.

It’s only slight, imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know his mannerisms well, but you see it.

“I was thinkin’ you might need a place, after hearin’ about—” he swallows, jaw rolling ever so slightly. He exhales sharply and shifts on his feet, “You got anywhere to go?”

He’s here for you?

Matt intervenes immediately. “She’s staying here, Frank—”

Staying here? In the apartment you used to live in? That he now lives in with another woman? Was his idea to leave you sleeping on the couch alone, while they sleep in your bed together? No, it’s not your bed anymore. It’s their bed. Their apartment.

Five years of Daredevil and regular concussions must’ve really killed some of his brain cells. Is he even still Daredevil? Maybe married life changed his perspective on his dangerous nightly habits. Maybe his perspective changed on a lot of things. Is he even the same Matt you had left behind?

Frank’s head tilts, his eyes narrowing into a scowl as they flick back to Matt. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t askin’ you—was I, Red?”

“No,” you finally rasp in reply to his earlier question before Matt could retort, voice rough and weak in your throat, “no, I don’t.”

He nods, expecting your answer. “You got a bag?”

“I don’t know if I have any things left,” you mutter, bitterly wondering where your belongings went. Storage? Donated? The trash? How long did they leave it, did Matt leave it before tossing it all away? Like you’d never even existed, like you’d never even mattered. “Do I have anything here, Matt?”

Matt baulks at the ice coating your tone, and it’s unfair. You know that. Deep down you know you’re being unfair, a part of your mind gently reminding you that you probably would’ve thought and done the same in his position should it have been reversed, but you don’t care.

The familiar bite of anger, pain, still stirs relentlessly in your system and it trumps all reason and logic.

You had a life, and now it’s in complete ruins.

What are you supposed to do with that?

Frank nods sagely, “We’ll get you some things, ain’t gotta worry about that. You comin’?”

As much as you want to reject the idea of leaving, as much as your heart screams at you to stay with Matt because he’s all you know, he’s all you have, and he was telling you how much he loved you only mere hours ago… you give a minimal nod, and shift to stand from the couch.

It wasn’t hours ago—it was five years.

Five years.

Matt instinctively steps in front of you to keep you from moving any further, his tongue darting across his lips in an apparent panic, “You’re going with him?”

“Can you give us a minute? I won’t be long,” you ask Frank quietly, aching at the way Matt’s anxiety seems to heighten at your words.

Frank gives a single nod, and then slips out, the door clicking quietly shut behind him. Matt ignores it, every sense focused in on you and the way your heart beats a broken rhythm in your chest, the way your nails pick at the cotton of your sleeves, the way fresh tears smell building on your lash line—

“I have nowhere else to go,” you mutter, body now numb to feeling and just utterly exhausted from the onslaught of emotions the day had thrust upon you. “I can’t stay here, Matt. I can’t. Seeing you two—God, it’ll kill me. I can’t do it.”

Why you? Why did it have to be you?

A part of you wishes it would’ve been Karen in your place, uncaringly and unknowingly torn from her life to leave everything she ever loved behind, only to return to a world that had survived, that had moved on without her… and you don’t even have the energy to feel guilty for such a thought yet.

It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t even Matt’s.

“Sweetheart,” Matt pleads softly, hands seeking and taking your hands tightly, “just—just tell me what to do. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”

The thought is immediate—would he leave her? Could you ask that of him? Could you expect him to just drop and abandon everything he’s built during your absence?

You want to.

You want to tell him to break it off with her as soon as physically possible, to kick her out so you could be at home where you’re comfortable and with him and just act like nothing happened—

—but you can’t.

You can’t bring yourself to say the words.

What would he think of you asking a question like that? Would he even do it? You know how he feels about divorce, what his religion thinks of divorce. His whole belief system, his life, his God… would he abandon it all for you?

Looking at him now, how he physically pleads with you with those soft, lost eyes looking for guidance, you believe that maybe, just maybe, he would.

But you can’t ask that of him.

You could never, and would never, ask that of him.

Unless—

“Were you happy?” You ask softly, eyes bouncing between his where they rest just left of your face.

He blinks, a slight frown forming between his eyes in an effort to make sense of your unexpected words, “What?”

“Before I—” you take a breath, tongue rolling along your lips to moisten the sudden dry skin, “—before I just materialised back onto the street… were you happy? With your life? With her?”

Without me?

Say no.

God, please say no.

You begin to wonder why you asked. Maybe you’re a glutton for punishment, maybe you think nothing could possibly hurt any more than it already does, but when his expression falters, when his mouth opens and nothing seems to make it past his lips, you know that’s not possible.

This… this seems to hit the hardest.

He was happy.

He was happy before you came back.

He was happy without you.

And it’s… good.

It is.

Of course you don’t want him to be anything but that. He had found what he wanted from life—some normality, some peace, and it’s with that understanding that you realise you have no place here anymore. At least not with him. You have no part in his life now, and it shreds that last little untouched piece of your hopeful heart to absolute ruins.

Denial still pulls at your mind, still blatantly refuses to accept that five years had actually passed. You’d been nothing but a distant memory to him, to your friends, to the world, and yet, everything is still so vividly fresh for you. You only got out of bed, held him, kissed him, a few hours ago—a few fucking hours!

Five years.

“It’s okay,” you mutter, as his saddened eyes flutter in a panic, “I want that for you, Matt. I’ve always wanted that for you, even if that means I’m not—that we’re not—”

You ache at the thought of being apart from him, a feeling he had already experienced and endured.

“Three years,” he says quietly, brokenly, a slow gathering of tears building along his lash line, “three years I searched, I waited, I prayed… if I had known—if I had known you… I wouldn’t have—”

—moved on.

You envision Matt lost in the organised pews with dozens of other faceless mourners, on his knees and weeping into his closed hands, begging for the strength to finally let you go. He was granted it, after enduring agony for such a stretch of time, and now it’s all fallen to pieces at your return.

“It’s okay,” you repeat softly, the feeling of your heart beating in your throat choking the words, “it’s okay.”

“No,” he shakes his head, face creasing as the tears begin to make their way down his cheeks, “no, it’s not. I’ve only just gotten you back. You’re back, and now—now I—God. I can’t say goodbye. Not again. I can’t.”

“So don’t,” you say simply, a fresh build of your own tears streaking your cheeks, “we won’t say goodbye. Just… just forget. Forget I ever came back, Matt. Everything will be as it was.”

He recoils sharply, as if you physically struck him. “I can’t do that—”

“Yes, you can. You have to, we all have to.”

“No, I won’t—”

“You told me to tell you,” you croak weakly, the feel of his coarse stubble piercing the soft skin of your palm as you cradle his cheek, “you told me to tell you what to do, and that you’ll do it. Well, this is it, Matt. This is what I’m telling you to do—forget I ever came back. It’ll be easier for everyone. You can keep what you had—what you have, and I—”

And you?

What will you do?

Where will you go?

Your hand falls from his face, only for it to be snatched up and returned to its previous spot with his own pressed tightly against it to keep it there. His tears smear against your skin, the evidence of his heartbreak an obvious reminder that he never let go completely.

There’s something still held for you within him, it just wasn’t the same as when you left.

His forehead comes to rest against your own, and you weaken into the familiar comfort of his touch, just for a moment. You don’t want to let go, don’t even know if you can. There's nothing left to be said, nothing left to be worked out. This is just it.

Why does it have to be this way? Your stomach churns at the idea of walking out for good. How can you? Nothing has changed for you—everything you feel for him is right there, right there where it’s always been, and you can’t do anything with it.

You indulge in the moment a little longer, stretching out to softly press your lips to his with the bittersweet taste of a loving goodbye—one last time. You savour the feel of him, his lips, so warm, so soft and sweet and familiar—

—and then pull away, the air filling the space between you lingering with the memory of what could have been.

He lets your hand fall away this time, pained haunted eyes scrunching closed as you further the distance between you until you’re at the door to the apartment. The quiet exhale of a sob reaches your ears as you open the door, and you dare not look back at Matt falling apart as you close it softly behind you.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock angst #matt murdock imagine #daredevil fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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theglitterypages · 1 year

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BNHA Headcanons: What kind of person they would fall in to and how they'd fall in love.

Shoto Todoroki

• Now, we all know how Shoto grew up. He didn't have a happy childhood. He's got Mommy and Daddy issues and even if he's working on it, Shoto's past would definitely affect the way he falls in love.

• He would definitely fall in love to a home maker. Someone mature, someone gentle and good with kids, a girl who's good at cooking, a girl who's soft spoken and all that.

• Shoto wants someone with a positive thinking. His childhood is full of negative vibes and events so meeting someone who's always positive would help him so much.

• Girl you're not therapy but every time he sees you, it feels like everything bad that happened didn't happen at all. Having you by his side makes him hopeful.

• He's young but Shoto is the "date to marry" kind of guy. The moment you two started dating, this kid will imagine having a family with you.

• Shoto is 100% a romantic. This is another visible reflection of his past in his life and personality. Since he saw his parents relationship, he didn't want to be anything like his Dad. He will treat you the way he wished his Mom was treated. I mean, he'll spoil you so be prepared.

• Shoto's love language? Gift giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time and everything you could ever think of. He's starving in all forms of love so please spoil him.

• 100% possessive. Not in an unhealthy way, Shoto values you so much, coz you're everything that he wants and need in his life. He's afraid that someone else will take you from him if he takes his eye off of you.

• Shoto will be 100/10 boyfie. Please be nice to him.

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•

Shoto often wonders how it feels to fall in love. He's seen how it is in television shows and movies that his classmates watch in their free time but he's intrigued on how it happens in real life.

He didn't witness it in his own home so he have no idea.

But he started wondering about all of this because of you. Now, you're great friends and you guys get along really well. Like Deku, he can open up to you pretty easily but Shoto started feeling strange, there's something different with the way he sees you and he knows it.

It all started when he got sick. Yes, Shoto gets sick, even though it's rare. He has a hard time dealing with sickness. He would have nightmares or he would repeatedly call out for his Mom while he sleeps.

After classes, you went straight to the dorm and check up on Shoto just to see him lying on his bed as he calls his Mom over and over again, his voice cracks as if he's close to crying.

"Hey, hey, Shoto-kun. Wake up..." You whispered softly as you gently shake his shoulders to wake him up. His eyes slowly opened and he let out a small gasp of surprise as he looked up at you.

"YN? I-I what are you doing here?"

You smiled warmly and helped him get up on his bed. "Class just finished and I was gonna give you my notes but it looks like you need something else. How are you?" You asked. You were frowing for a bit, your breathing was quite heavy and your eyes were unfocused. Shoto could sense your worry so he gave you a smile to calm you down. "I'm fine, I'll be good to go to class tomorrow." You shook your head and held his hand. "You don't look fine at all. Wait for me here, alright?" Before he could even answer, you already made your way out of his room and he chuckled quietly, it's his first time seeing you panic like that.

When you went back, you were carrying a tray with food on it. "I cooked some porridge for you and I brought some meds." You told him as you place the tray in the table beside his bed. You sat on the edge of his bed, you picked up the spoon and you met his eyes. "Say 'ahh', Sho." Shoto was hesistant at first but he still opened his mouth and let you feed him.

"You know, I'm well enough to feed myself." He said after drinking some water. "I know, but I want to take care of you." You answered. Shoto looked at you as you look at the medicines you brought with you. "These are the ones recommended for someone with your quirk. I was told it's natural for you to have an unstable temperature every now and then because of your quirk. And all we can do is try and regulate your body temp." You handed him a tablet and the glass of water. Shoto just looked at it but your disappointed sigh made him take the meds from your hand.

After drinking his meds, you placed a hand on his forehead and your eyes widened when you noticed how cold he was. "Are you okay? Aren't you cold?" Shoto nods his head, "I'm good. It's just because of my quirk." He lied down and you still couldn't be at ease knowing that this happens to him. Knowing his family history, you'd know that Shoto wouldn't let anyone else help him whenever he's sick.

"Refrain from using your quirk. Even if you're cold, you can't use your fire to heat yourself up. Just wrap yourself in a blanket for now." You tucked him in before you stood up and made your way to his cabinet. Your eyes scanned his belongings, looking for particular clothes and when you saw it you whispered a small yey before you went back to Shoto's bed.

"Wear this jacket, you can just take it off once you start heating up."

Shoto finds himself feeling much better, he was listening to your stories about how the classes went today but he drifted off to sleep, it must be the medicines but the last thing he heard was you ranting about Bakugo's attitude.

You noticed Shoto's lack of response and when you looked at him, you smiled. He's finally asleep, you brushed the strands of his hair that covers his eye. You gently traced his scar and you felt bad. He's gone through so much in such a young age.

"You deserve some rest, Sho-kun." You whispered before leaning down to kiss his forehead.

It was only one of the many occasions that you've made Shoto feel like he's so worthy to be love and taken care of. He was not used to that kind of kindness and gentleness, he didn't know how to react properly but he just finds himself wanting more of your love and care.

He was injured after a villain attack. It was nothing major and serious but you showed up on the school's clinic after he got treatment for Recovery Girl, you were bawling your eyes out, checking him up as you look for any injuries.

"I'm fine, stop crying."

"Stop charging towards the enemy like that! You didn't know their quirks but they know yours! You wouldn't know if they can—" he hugged you tightly to shut you up. He's smiling, he's smiling like a goddamn idiot as he felt you bury your head on his neck, still crying, whispering how worried you were and he loved it. He loved how you fit so perfectly in his arms on that moment.

"Hush now, my love. I'm safe."

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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Take a chance

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n & Wooyoung [ex bf]

Genre/tags: fake relationship to real??

Warning: cursing, smoking/drinking, cheating (pls dont do this), insecurities, jealousy, with 🔞 smut/angst, sensual touching, dry humping, cursing, pet names, unprotected sex, blowjob/handjob, mention of period

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: Part 2 for Jealous

I hope its good enough for the first part 🙏🏻 its sort of rushed at the end coz i finished it so late 😅 and as usual, I do write when I'm about to pass out, to sleep.

Again, thank you for those liking my short fics 🫶🏻

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"Unnngghhhh... aahhhh...s- so good!"

Fucking hell. What am I doing? Why am I here again? At his place, panties off and riding him like my rent is due tomorrow. What the fuck happened to me? I'm not like this... I'm...

"Fuck!" I cry as I intertwined both my hands with his. "I'm... about to... explode." I am catching my breathe.

"Let it go..." he answers and then pulling you down just enough so he could kiss you on your pinkish lips. "Come for me..." he snarls as you separate.

And I did.

I threw my head back and just released everything. I even think my soul left my body coz I am shaking like a twig.

"You are amazing..." Seonghwa sits up and embraces me. "You are beautiful..." he leaves gentle kisses on my shoulder and my neck. "You are happiness..."

His words. Since we agreed with this fake dating thing. I thought, everything will be just like the same as our relationship before. Casual. But the more we spend time together or should I say, have sex in his place or mine the more he became vocal, praising me, saying such nice things to me. I don't know why but I'm not used to it. Or maybe, I'm flustered every time and I can't just express it.

I'm not saying it's a bad thing but... it's just new to me. Wooyoung compliments me yes, however, when Seonghwa does it. It feels different. It makes my heart skip a beat.

"I make you happy?" I snort a laugh as I relax my tense body. "Are you saying that because your dick is still in me and you want to go another round?" I joke

He smiles softly, "No..." and then he tugs my loose hair behind my ear. "Unless you want to..." and then kisses the corner of my lips.

"Really?" I start to tease him by moving my hips again.

He grunts as he felt my tightness and then softly giggles, "you're being naughty..."

He turns us both around. Now he's on top and my back is on his bed. I am giggling like a little girl, enjoying his reaction.

"Let me show you... why you should not tease me like that..."

He goes on to nibble every inch of my skin. Making me moan like we didn't just had an amazing sex a second ago.

Seonghwa really does a very good job at making me weak and fold in an instant. His lips, his tongue, his eyes, his words and his.... length. Everything about him had become my krytonite but at the same time fills my emptiness inside of me. Both metaphorically and literally.

Though, all of this is fun and satisfying. Our relationahip is NOT true. This is all fake. We are not IN LOVE.

Which pains me a little deep inside actually. How the fuck this have to happen to me? Finding someone that is making me happy, enjoy life, makes me feel like his only girl in the world and gives effort to get to know me turns out to be someone who is just a friend, a nice friend, that I cannot make myself fall in love witu.

I need to pause on this feelings I am having. I need to focus on me and not us. Coz there is no US.

FUCK.

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I must've fallen asleep after having another round.

I'm still lying on his bed, face down and his white thick blanket is wrapped around me.

"It's snowing..." I mumble as I blink away the sleepiness in my eyes whilst looking outside his window. "It's been that long..." Referring to our deal.

Didn't realize that we've been doing this for more than half a year already.

I roll over looking up at his ceiling. "I've been fucking him...that long...?" I ask myself. "Hmm..."

Then my phone pings, cutting me from my deep thoughts. I get up, covering my bare top with the blanket, and check who messaged me.

WY: It's snowing. Don't forget to bring a jacket and a scarf. ♥️

I heavily sighed after reading his text. I don't get him. Him, pushing and pulling my feelings is getting on my nerves.

A month into my deal with Seonghwa, I thought, well, he made me think that he still have feelings with me. After getting jealous and all with hwa. Then after that he became cold with me again and flaunts his new girl, face to face. Then he continued sending me text messages like this, whenever he wants. Like, what? He dumped me right? And he's with a girl so... why?

And also, why does it bother me? I should be happy right? Since all of these acting is affecting the guy who just dated me just because. I am getting to him.

"Everything alright?"

Holy crap. He looks devine coming out of his bathroom; topless, freshly showered. His pants is just hanging perfectly around his hips and the band of his underwear is slightly showing. And his hair... its longer now.

Fuck! Y/N get a grip! Stop drooling!

I look away, acting fine as if his presence does not affect me. Even though my stomach is already twisitng.

"Yeah..." I answer then locking my phone and putting it back on the bedside table.

He pauses drying his hair and lays the towel around his neck. "Is it Wooyoung?"

I nod.

"He's been texting you frequent."

"Yeah... he does..." I lower my gaze on my hands.

"How do you feel?"

Nothing. Yes I am irritated but that's just me not liking him sending me mix signals. That's only it.

Before I speak, I look back up at Seonghwa. I want to guess what he's thinking. I want to know what he feels about me. Because while fucking, all I could see through his eyes is that he wants me and that he can't let me go.

Maybe I'm just overthinking about lust over love. I'm sure I'm not his type. I've seen the girls he had dated before, they are way, way up there. While me, I'm just an ordinary girl. I cannot be labelled as pretty nor beautiful.

Yeah he does say I am but his dick is literally inside of me whenever he does or when we are cuddling and making out.

Damn. Wait. Am I really into him? Stop! I should not go there. No. Or esle, I'll get myself hurt again.

"Ahm..." I look away from him. "Fine I guess..." then I scoot over to get to the edge of the bed, to make my way to the shower. "I'll get ready too..." I try to act as normal as I can. Smiling even then handing him the blanket that's covering my whole body and then walk pass him.

***

I really can't focus in my classes. My over analyzing have been affecting me for these past two weeks and it sucks. My life was so dull not until Seonghwa happened. I get excited going to Uni or if not I get exciting meeting after class and getting back to our places together. Now, I am ruining it.

Maybe I should just chill and enjoy this. And just be prepared for all the heart break and crying later.

"Hi!" Wooyoung appears out of nowhere, kissing me on the cheek.

"What the fuck?" I hiss at him.

I have to be quiet. We are at the library.

"What?" He acts innocent.

I roll my eyes at him and go back to reading my notes. "Go away..."

"Why are you being so cold to me? We're friends."

I glare at him. "We were. Then you made me your girlfriend and then dumped me..."

"But you've moved on right?"

My eyebrows shows my irritation. "What do you want, Wooyoung?"

He smirks and then shrugs. "Nothing... I swear"

"Don't. I know you." I snap at him

He smiles, "Fine." and then proceeds on sitting next to me. "You and Seonghwa... what's the deal?" His tone changes. "Are you two dating?"

"Why do you care?"

"Well because... Seonghwa--"

"If you're going to tell me something bad about him... stop okay? Don't make shit up just because you don't like seeing me hanging around him more." I am in no mood today. Plus I'm on my period.

"Y/N..."

I sigh as I start to pack my things. "Whatever him and I have... or do... it's none of your business... you two are friends and I am your ex... that's it. If we don't tell you things about us... it's on us... because it is our privacy." I slide my bag over my shoulder, "also... if you are really his friend... don't text his girl. Have decency."

I walk away.

Wow. That felt good. I don't know why. Sorry Wooyoung... I know you are not a bad person. You are just... off every now and then when it comes to things you think you own. And You don't own me. Not anymore.

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<Seonghwa's POV from the morning of the firt snow>

I got up from my bed to answer the door. I have to admit, I am a little grumpy because I don't like waking up early especially if my class is in the afternoon. But then,

"Hi..."

I think I blinked more than ten times before I could process the fact that, Y/N, is standing at my door, this early in the morning.

"Hi..." I answer back as I brush my hair away from my face.

"Sorry to bother you... this early... but I just want to check if I left my books here last week?" She asks scratching her head. "I can't find it at my place. And I already asked my classmates if they borrowed them..." she trails

She's blushing.

I want to pull her in right now. I want to... I want to grab her by the waist and give her a kiss. I want her... now. If only she's my girl.

"You want to come in?" I ask, "I mean... to look?"

When she smiles, her cheeks are reaching the heavens. She's so beautiful.

She enters my place like she's destined to be here. I know I just recently moved dorm but looking at her, knowing where to look and places that she could touch is so amusing to me.

"Sorry..." she says as she accidentally knocks my perfume on top of the drawer next to the TV.

"It's okay." I say as I sit at my sofa, just admiring her.

"This smells good." She says after sniffing it and then brings it with her and places it at my vanity area. Where all of my accessories and perfumes are placed. "Boujee..." she comments

"Look who's talking... buying an expensive shoes last week just to wear one time." I tease

Her mouth opens. "Hey! That's not my fault. I was in the rush. It's the shoes that fits my dress for the fancy celebration my friend had for her birthday..."

"Whatever you say, babe." I say standing up. "I'm going to make coffee... would you like one?"

"Sure." She rolls her eyes and then goes back to searching, going straight to my room. "Found it!"

What a bummer. She found it to quickly.

"I didn't even noticed that in my room." I say as I pull out two mugs from my cabinet.

"How can you see anything in your room? It's so dark in there..." she makes her way out of my room and then goes to the kitchen area where I am. "Open the curtains every now and then..." she adds

"I do open them...." I pause waiting for her eyes to meet mine. "When you're here..."

She laughs, "you mean... when we have sex?"

I shrug. "Well..." I move closer to her and kisses her on top of her head. "We don't usually just fuck. We cuddle too..."

"Right... cuddling that ends up with sex."

I've been noticing that these past few days she has been very vocal about us having sex. Like what we have is just sex.

She's not like this. I wonder what's going on with her mind?

Whenever we are together, we don't just do sex. No. I'm not like that. Though of course, My body feels like burning whenever we are close and intimate, when we are alone. But when we hang out, we just... hang out. We do watch movies, go on lunch dates, play games, do study dates and whatever we can do. I am not going out with her just because we fuck. I like her more than that.

Which sucks because, yes, I do like her. I... really... really like her. But our situation, our fake dating, well, I don't know where this thing ends. And if she decides to end it, what will happen to me. I don't want it to end.

I wonder, if she's acting like this because she wants us to be over and she's just being kind to me and not wanting me to get hurt. Is she waiting for me to say it? To end... us?

"Seonghwa...?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay? You didn't answer me..."

"Sorry... I am..." I lightly shake my head, "I think I'm still half asleep..."

"Oh. Right." She suddenly panicks. "Sorry for bothering you... I'll get going then... so you can go back to sleep."

She's smiling while telling me that I could go back to sleep. To rest well. Believe me I want to but to see her go after blessing me her presence this early in the morning, No. I can't let her leave, just yet.

"Wait."

She looks back, waiting for me to say a word.

"Ahm..." I have no excuse to make her stay. But then..

"Do you need company?"

Yes. I do. Only you.

She smiles again. "Then I'll go sit here and study then... since its as quiet as our library in Uni." She says as she sits up back at the the bar stool. "Can I have my coffee please?"

I'm relieved. "Yes... coffee coming."

I'm not like this. Usually. Or as far as I know.

I've dated a few girls before. Some were serious some were not. And to those serious relationships I had, none of them felt the same as this. None of them made me feel like this.

All the girl were great, I'm not saying they were not special. They are all nice and perfect the way they are. All of them are great memories for me. However, none of them made me crave for attention nor time on a level that y/n makes me. That even just a glance from her is enough to fuel my day. I feel addicted to her. Y/N made me feel... different.

It is so hard to explain or to put words into it. I just feel it.

"Are you really going to watch me study? You've been sitting there for half an hour now..."

"I can't leave you alone..."

She snorts a laugh. "Silly. Don't mind me. Just go to bed and sleep..."

"I can't..."

She scrunches her nose, "why? Are you expecting me to join you and lay down?" She says giggling

I know she's just teasing. But... what if I take a chance and she agrees?

"Yes." I bluntly answered, looking straight into her eyes.

"Hmm?"

"You heard me." I keep gazing at her, waiting for her answer

"Wait... are you serious?"

I nod.

She is silent for a couple minutes. That two fucking minutes felt like forever.

"If I cuddle with you... you will sleep?" She asks

I can't help it. The corner of my lips immediately curves are smile.

"Okay then."

I got on my bed first before her. She tiptoes whenever she enters my room, because as she said, it's dark. But before I got on the bed, I slightly opened my curtain to allow a bit of light enter so she can see her way.

"Your bed feels so cozy." She says as she positions next to me.

"It's cozier... because I have you." I mumble as I nuzzle my face on her chest and snake my arms around her. Basically cuddling her.

I hear her smile the second I close my eyes.

"You smell so nice..." I whisper

"You too..."

I could feel her soft skin on my cheek. She's wearing a square neck tight shirt which I do not approve since the weather right now is cold and she's only wearing a skirt as well. I should give her a long and thick jacket later, to bring to Uni.

I don't want guy to drool over her.

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After some time, I think I actually fell asleep. It felt good.

I don't remember what I said or she said after I told her she smell nice. Then probably an hour later, I open my eyes and its brighter. The sun is really up. It is probably noon.

I am facing the ceiling and dazed, thinking she might have left the bed or my place in general. However, to my surprise, I felt movement beside me.

She's still here!

"Can I stay a bit more...?" She mumbles and then squeezes herself to me. "It's so warm in here.."

Of course you can stay here. As long as you want.

I embrace her, sheltering her under my arms. I can see her up close and I could feel her body on me. I am not just warming her up under this thick blanket but she's also warming me, inside.

Fuck. I hope she can't feel my erection coz I can't control my body's reaction to her.

Her cleavage is straight into my eyesight. Y/N you're driving me mad.

"Y/N..."

"hmm...?" She answer while her eyes are still close

"Can I kiss you?"

She slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me. "Of course..." she weakly answers

And I did kiss her. Until the kiss evolved to something more. We made love. She was in control. She made me fall in love with her, even more than I think I am now.

Yes I have to admit it now. I think I do love Y/N. She is not just a fuck buddy I have because I am helping her, for me, she is and can be more than that.

I hope, she feels the same way.

Because, after sex, I got ready for Uni. And when I got out of the bathroom, I saw her reading a text. I know it's from Wooyoung.

Basing on her expression, I'm not sure what does she feel. She looks irritated but also confused. Is she having second thoughts about this revenge we are doing to Wooyoung?

(End of Seonghwa's POV)

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I am walking out of the library building, about to go to my next class, when I saw Seonghwa from afar. He's with his classmate. Probably going to his next class as well.

So funny, how cold and how serious he looks when he's in public. But whenever you two are at his place, he's so relaxed and smiling most of the time. He's not cold at all. Actually, he's very warm and very...

"Hey..." Wooyoung followed me outside. "Sorry..." he says. "I don't want to be a jerk but..."

"Woo, you're girlfiend might see us. Please... I don't want issues. Let's move on already..."

"Have you?" He is frowning

"Have I what?"

"Moved on?"

I roll my eyes, frustrated. "I am moving on... I am doing my best."

Wooyoung is quiet for a few seconds. "But... Y/N... well... she's not actually my girlfriend."

"What? What do you mean?"

"It didn't work out."

"Ahm... okay... so...?"

He sighs. "Y/N... I am single again."

"So?" I repeat in case he didn't heard me the first time I showed him IDGAF. He looks disappointed with my answer. "Are you fucking expecting me to clap and celebrate? Wooyoung... we are over... and I am not running after you just because you are single."

"But I want us to try again."

"Are you out of your mind?" He makes me laugh. "No. We are over. We can only be civil... because we have common friends. That's it."

I was about to walk away again but then he grabs me by the wrist. "You're making me jealous.. pretending to be with Seonghwa... my friend... and now you're rejecting me?" He looks very lost and very stupid right now. "Y/N, I know I've hurt you... but... it was a mistake... and being away from you..."

"So, you are saying... you, getting bored of me... basically not giving shit about me... then goes to dumping me date someone younger...the one who is more of your type. Is a mistake?? Wooyoung... I'm not stupid. You all did that on purpose. You decided to do all that... on your own... it's not like an error that you just forget to turn of your stove at home when you left your house. I am a human. With feelings okay?"

"I'm sorry..." he can't deny all of the things I said.

"Wooyoung... you were my friend before we became a couple... that should atleast made you think before you chose to hurt my feelings. Lie to me. Cheat on me." I am really on my feels right now since my hormones is at its peak. "You should've not made me like you... if you think your feelings were not certain... it could've save us time and effort. My time... and effort..." I pointed out.

"I'm sorry... again...."

"If you are really sorry... please... move on... and don't get into another relationship just because you feel like you need someone to be with. You should be better than that."

I turn my back on him, walking away when I see Seonghwa and his friends approaching. I'm sure they didn't heard what Woo and I are talking. I tried my best to be discreet.

"Hey..." Seonghwa lightly touches my forearm, "Are you okay?" He softly asks then glares at Wooyoung who's looking at us. "What did he do?"

"Nothing..." you try to smile. "I have class..." You lie. "See you later."

I've never walked so fast in my life than today. I am having trouble breathing. My feelings are all over the place. I need peace and quiet. Also fresh air.

Even though I am disappointed with what Wooyoung did to me or his choices, I still care for him. He is still or maybe was my friend. I feel guilty saying all those things to him but I also know that he deserves it. He needs to know it. He needs to be a better person. He can't treat me or any girls like this.

Fuck.

"I knew it."

You jump, spinning around to see who spoke. "Seonghwa..."

He enters the rooftop door and shuts it close after. "I've never seen you ran that fast before... even when you are already late in class." He teases

You go back facing towards the fence. "Me too actually..." you inhale and exhale. "I just... had to..."

"What happened?" He asks as he leans his back on the fence, beside you.

"I don't know... he... just..."

"Did he asked you to go back together?"

I nod.

"Did... did you agree?"

I snap my head to him, "are you kidding me? No!" You answer made a smile, form over Seonghwa's lips. "Why are you smiling?"

"Coz... I'm glad you rejected him." Then he takes out his pack of cigarette in his jacket's pocket.

"You... are?"

"Hmm.." he hums and then picks one out of the box using his lips.

"Are you going to smoke now?"

His eyes shakes and then looks at me, "do you want me to not smoke...?"

I look away. I can't ask him to stop. I have no right to. It does not bother me if he does but health wise, I hope stops.

"Y/n... tell me... do you want me to not smoke now or..."

"It's fine. I just..."

He suddenly stands still and move closer. His face is just inches away from mine. "If you tell me to stop... I will..."

"I can't tell you to stop..."

"You can." He insists. "You just have no idea..."

"What?" I didn't get what he means

"Y/N... do you like me?"

"I do." I honestly answer

"But... do you like me more than just a fuck buddy?" He puts back the piece he took in the box. "Coz, I do like you... as in I really.... really like you..."

Wait. Am I hearing him right?!?

I am speechless. I could see the panic in his eyes from me not responding to him. But, I can't speak. I... I have no words... I'm flusttered and flattered at the same time. But... My breathe was taken away by his words.

Fuck. What do I do? I like him too but... I'm scared. What if, we make it official but he get's bored with me like Wooyoung and goes back to his way, dating girls who fits his type.

I am no ones type... I am, just me.

Shit! Y/N, breathe. FUCKING BREATHE. He is not Wooyoung. He is Seonghwa. He is different. He.... he have proven you how different he is.

The years you have been with Wooyoung is not comparable with the months you have been with Hwa. He had given you more than Woo. Emotionally and physically. (Well... especially the Physical part)

But I have to consider that, during our time being together. I grew up. I have changed a little but for the better of me. He does not push me to do or decide on things. He allows me to believe and to try on my own. Even during our sex, I thought I could never lead. I thought I should always be the receiver but he allowed me to explore and make sure I enjoy while I try to please him

Yeah, I kbow what a good example about improvement of life. But fuck. Seonghwa is saying he likes me. The mysterious hot guy from my university.

"Y/n... Look at me..." he asks me, tilting my chin up. "I know you are thinking about... don't worry... I'm not rushing you okay? I just... I'm just asking for you... to take a chance on me, that's alk..." he says, "And if you can't I have to accept it..."

"Really?"

He close is eyes and heavily sighed. "It will fucking hurts I have to admit. But... yeah... If you don't feel the same... I can't do anything about it. Unless, you just want me as your fuck buddy... I'll be willing to be just that."

"Hey!" I slap him on his chest. "You're not just a fuck buddy!" I say

He smiles, "Really?" He then goes on to snaking his arm around my waist. "What am I then?"

I should take a chance right? That's how love works? To know if it is worth it is to... try....

"My man...?" you mumble shyly.

Seonghwa's cheeks are about to explode. It's so out of his chill persona but it does show that he's so happy with my response.

"I promise.... I'll show you what love is... everyday..."

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booksbluegurl · 21 days

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A rant I sent to my friends a week ago to share my frustration :

How life can so easily turn into a barren road, where you don't see people, you only hear them. And these voices are all in your head. They could be real, they could be fake, they could be straightforward, they could be exaggerated. Its funny how your dreams of graduer, of success, of satisfaction, of happiness turn into a tiny stream of water that's ready to get out of your eyes at any moment someone asks you "kya hua?"

Who would I be without the completion of what I thought was always mine? It runs in my veins, it runs in my blood, it does a damn marathon in my mind. I know one thing for sure, I'm not like other kids, I'm worse. But I'm subtly worse, which is definitely the worst. Because when you're bad, loudly, you get attention, your pain has sympathy, your fears are relatable, your cries have people either wanting to soothe you or wanting to shut you up.

But good for others, I'm already shut up. I don't speak enough, coz all thats happened is not enough to speak about it. Once in a while, during a grand tragedy, I finally get a chance to weave my thoughts into tangible words. It sucks. But nothing is better I'm told. But my goodness, the grass does look greener on the other side. Perhaps because it's nourished with the tears of a loud cry. But I dont wanna break down. Do I think I'm strong because I try not to break down? Do you think I'm strong? I'm not, I'm fragile. I'm barely holding myself. My roots are strong though, I'm just a tiny blade of grass and what a lovely job my roots are doing while holding me upright. Though I do end up swaying. I hate that. I wanna be focused, I wanna be clear. And some would argue that I am. But not enough, some would argue that. There's never an argument that satisfies everybody. But really what do I wanna be?

There's so much self pity lounging in my mind that I think I'll need a month to sort through it. To clean it and discard it. But I dont have a month. Am I having pre exam anxiety? Like hundreds of people out there. I sometimes hate it when people mention that I'm not the only one. I know. That's the problem. That's the only problem. That my struggles aren't enough. I need to feel more pain. संघर्ष

To feel like I can stand up against them all in this fight. And its so easy and that's why its so brutal. And I've never worked hard enough to get whatever I want. But have I really not? Or have I just gaslighted myself? Am I really as terrible even after trying? Is it really just my mistake? Is there really a problem with my mind? Is it really me? Only me? Am I the only thing that's wrong with me?

Why am I not like others? I haven't given years to something and succeeded. But I have given years and failed. And I'm really on the verge of falling down, right when the marathon is about to end. Why am I not disciplined enough? Why am I not genius enough? I started working hard since day one but I haven't worked hard enough. Never enough, never enough, never enough. Wish this phrase was like the word impossible. The more you chant it, the more it says just the opposite.

I still have a lot bottled up but this is not the right time to share anymore. If you've reached here, don't reply to me, just share your favorite quote.

- Tanishka.

#Study #Studyblr #Study Aesthetic #desi studyblr #study blog #study rant #personal rant #Rant

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evansbby · 1 year

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*Cough cough*

A fic of senetor steve being and absolute SIMP for his wife after a whole Macho! Call me Mister Macho! I'm the whiskey makers best friend BITCHES! i'm the man, vote for me u assholes. lemme alpha up all in the bitch! Speech :3 Then entering the door and just all coo-y and ice cream puddly, and is dying inside coz he SOOO badly wants his shy omega wife to run her hands through his hair but she so fucking she and he knows he could ask her to but he doesnt WANT to ask her to. And the only way she'll do it is he makes her cry during sex. so he's all fidgetty during dinner. coz he really just wants her to scratch his head. And she's like, he's being so weird :( does he not like dinner? Why does he keep tilting his head at me when we were at the couch? He keeps ruffling his hair and if he does it one more time in gonna jump him- but i wont. Coz that wud make him mad :(

then hes like kay fuck it LETS FUCK (which is not loss to him at all really. and omega like oop ok no he's definitely ok and happy) and then during sex, she finnaly scratches his hair and he BUSTS. He just breaks and hes like FUUCKKKk OMEGA KEEP GOING! like A GOOD OMEGA LOVES ON THEIR ALPHAS LIKE THIS WHEN HE GETS HOME OMEGA. GOTTA DO THIS SHIT EVERYDAY U FEEL ME, GYAL?

and shes like o k...

and he spends a solid hour after comign home, with his head in her lap and scratching his head. The recorder is playing some old jazzy blues, their 100 kids are doing their hw on the coffee table infront of them, and damn if he doesnt feel absolute elated that he can feel their newest pup kick at his head from inside her belly.

He's just like "go at it bubs. i couldn't be happier."

then the interviewer asks him what he does to destress and he's goes dead silent. then just says some macho shit like "Golfing." and runs off.

everyone speculates that he really meant fucking coz his omega has a pregnancy announcement every other week but he knows. he knows his leg practically kicks when his omega is scratching his head 🤣

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Bestie you’re genuinely SO funny like this made me laugh about ten times as I read it 😂😂 BUT it was also so hot 🫣🥵🥵

poyt!Steve totally WOULD give some macho misogynistic speech when he becomes senator. But really, he’s just so sweet for his baby omega wife, like SO soft for her! The moment he gets home, he’s literally all heart eyes. And HE LOVES when she scratches his head but ofc, he’ll never admit that!!! Ughh, I love how you wrote this… just Steve being so content with life and Stomega being domestic and in love and omega being all shy and just ahhhhh I LOVE THEM 🫣😍

#not their 100 babies 😭😭😭😭#and omega having a pregnancy announcement every week isnsjsjsjaj #NOT STEVE SAYING GOLF AND RUNNING OFF #BESTIE U ARE SO FUNNY SJDNSKSKAKA #anon #🐝🖖 anon #pokemon #poyt drabble

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yoonjinsgirl · 8 months

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Heyaaaa guys!!! I'm finally here with series that i've been talking about from so long!! TBH I started writing this only because i miss yoongi so muchhhh ;_; . Also congratulations to everyone who had guessed it right to poll.💜

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Yoongi x fem!Reader

Summary: you wake up one day only to realize it's 2026 already & to your biggest shock you are not in your bedroom, not in your house! You try to wake yourself up from the dream! But is it really a dream or the truth of your life?

Genre: idol au, mirror world au, fluff, suggestive.

Taglist: Open

Updates: after every 4 days.

Warnings: not something that could make sense irl, an au concept, it could be dangerously delulu and fluff ofcourse! maybe slightly suggestive. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.

A/N: this fic also feature hobi and his girl *I'm naming hobi's girl as my hobii biased bestie*. We obviously do have bangtan featuring and also a cameo of......?????? read till the end to find out who!!!🤔

I'm just an amateur, I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please give your precious feedbacks, It would mean alot to me!!

Request are open & also highly welcomed and appreciated!

check my other works until now here💌

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I've imagine this all night and every day!💕

Chapter-1

After a good sleep after what it feels like decade you lazily with your half opened eyes try to grab your phone to see what time it is, but even after multiple tapping when you couldn't trace your phone, you realize there's something odd! so you unwilling open your eyes a lill more and you're shocked! Coz how the heck is there a side table next to you that too with a night lamp, shocked from top to bottom coz you have none of them at your place. You immediately click open your eyes and sit up straight to only realize you're sleeping on what it seems like a bed of your dreams, but what the heck? you don't have a bed at your place!

As soon you look around, Next thing you know this is not your room!!!! not even your place? You immediately try to remember everything that happened last night and you clearly remember sleeping at your place, in your room, on your mattress while hugging shooky! Then where and how on the earth did you end up here? And who's place is this even?? And most importantly where is your phone?? You are shocked, confused but more than anything terrified! Every possible bad thought coming to your mind... you hurriedly get up from the bed and immediately run towards the room's door as soon as you open the door to run away you bump into someone and before you could shout/scream or defend yourself, they suddenly catch you and hold you into their arms, and you hear a familiar voice instead!

A voice that can calm 10000000... of your anxieties, your heart, your mind, the voice that you often switch to when you want to relax, when you seek for comfort or when you want to went your frustration or cry over something that hurts you, a voice you switch to gain strength and power from!! Your most favorite voice, a voice that you can recognize even if you're asleep, you suddenly feel your body freeze when the owner of the voice intertwines your fingers with his prettiest hands.

"AISHHHH are you hurt! what's the hurry hmnn? Didn't i told you not to get up early today, It's our week off, so no need to wake-up early for a week anyways!" And finally let's his hold on you loosen up a bit, and you meet his cat like adorable eyes and his cutest :] smile that you love the most, you're in awe of him, looking a lill lost, shocked yet frozen and looking like you might just faint any moment, lill tears full of happiness and love rolling down your cheek. Meanwhile you are still trying to process things! Meanwhile he continues, "I had promised myself i want make it up for all the times we lost, my enlistment, going on BV, run bts comeback, then our comeback and what not, i want to treat you like a queen kitten" he said while finally looking straight into your eyes, and cupping your cheeks, as soon as he does, he notices your tears and panics, "bby why are you crying? Why do you look so lost and froze.." before even he could finish you laugh thinking you're losing your mind maybe to see things like these in your dreams! Why? coz you miss your bias a lill too much!! But what kind of unbelievable dream is this? "BV! ENLISTMENT! OMGG WTH how is it all possible it's 2023, this is the result of my too much overthinking! Coz lmaooo this feels like some kdramaish fuking dream of mine omggg what the heck!" You slightly hit your head with your hands "wake up you delulu ass you have work irl" and try to lightly slap yourself "omfl dreaming queen wake up Min Yoongi is out of your league" you scream finally losing your mind.

At this point yoongi too losing all his mind and laughing his ass off while holding you close as if you're his most precious possession ever, his shoulders shaking with his gummy smile full on display, he pinches you slightly while still laughing uncontrollably, "yahhhh y/n are you again messing with me, see you're still with me and I'm still with you! We both are real and no this not a dream, stop acting like it's our first day after confession bby! Are you pranking me on our one year anniversary today?? Jinjja you're so over aren't you! And what's about that time being 2023 y/nieee you exposed yourself there, who gets a memory loss just by sleeping and forgets everything especially when it's 2026 our tour announcement is near, something you've been looking forward since ages!!! you jinjja overdid too much over that!!!" He says while laughing uncontrollably, "Omoo! Omooo! Omona! Ahhh I get it now! this is because of hobii's girl isn't! You guys are bestfriends but you both can't use similar tricks bby, we boys talk about things with each other hmnn okay! But ngl I was for sure scared a little but then I remembered hobaa telling me how harshitha had pranked him earli...'' WHAT DID YOU SAY! HARSHITHA??? HOW DO YOU KNOW HER!!!!"

"Yahhhhh y/n hajimaaaa you're done already!! You're exposed, i know this prank i told you!" At this point you're confused more than anything what kind of dream is this!! But this has to be some kind of silly dream coz no way it's 2026! Last time you checked before going to sleep it was fuking 2023, but still feeling this dream too real to be honest, suddenly you feel dizzy and yoongi notices it in no time and immediately helps you to get settled on bed and sits next to you. "Y/niee what's happening bby! You don't look fine to me, is there something you want to tell me?" He says while holding your hand, "yoonieee i..i don't want this dream to end" you finally say "love look at me!" He says while softly making you face him, "y/n i know our journey has been full of ups and downs, i know this all feels like a dream, coz that's how i feel too.. who could guess i had fall in love without even having a conversation with them, but see here we are!!" even though you don't get hold or clue of any of whatever happening you could feel sincerity through his words, his eyes and his actions and unknowingly nodd to him.

Feeling a bit reassured He kisses your knuckles, "Now don't cry hmnn.. i promise to make it up for everything y/nieee, but for now you go and get ready then we'll go and have lunch with boys, then we will do whatever you want okay" he says while getting up and slowly making you stand up from the bed, while he's still holding your hands and taking you towards what it seems like bathroom. To your surprise everything in his house is so grand yet so simple and sober just THE MIN YOONGI of STYLE/VIBE!

"Now don't cry okay, and don't worry I'll keep your clothes ready for you in the changing room, now go and get freshen up hmnn, i love you kitten" with saying that he gives you a sweet peck "i.i..i love you too yoons" and close the door to hide your silly smile and your flushed cheeks, "aigooo my kitten is so shy" you could hear yoongi laughing and leaving from there.

Finally you face yourself in the mirror and pinch your cheeks a lill hard expecting to wake up from your dream and voila here comes NOTHING!! To your shock you are still in what it happens to be yoongi's house's bathroom! Unable to understand anything, you think maybe this some kind of silly dream of yours but even after trying to wake yourself up for 100007777777.. times now, you think if you aren't able to wake-up maybe god is being too kind to you.. and is giving you a huge bonus for your bad days by letting you live this dream a little longer and maybe instead of panicking or going crazy you should just grab this opportunity to be with the man you love and just go with the flow!

Accepting your own advice you take shower and get ready in beautiful dress choosed by yoongi and come out nervously wearing it, meanwhile yoongi himself looking absolutely stunningly gorgeous that you can't help but feel dizzy of how beautiful he can be. As soon as he spots you he comes towards you while making eye contact with you and pulls you by your waist making you gasp! "You look so beautiful my queen" he says while tucking your hair strand back, "says who himself, looks like a king landed from dreamland" you respond him shyly looking down unable to hide how flustered you're by his compliments and the closeness you both are sharing, thinking how dreamy this all is. He bits his lips, "you know darling these little trivial habits of yours make me go insane for you, you know how much i love when you blush so much and the reason behind it is me, no matter how much hard you try to act cool darling i can know how you feel just by looking at you!" At this point you're nothing more than a melting puddle, in attempt to hide your face you, cover your face with your palms "love don't hide beautiful face of yours that i wish to see 24x7, just know i love you so much" yoongi lovingly pull your hands towards him and places them on his chest while his own resting on your waist.

"Yoon"

"Y/n"

"aren't we supposed to go somewhere?"

"you know I'm having second thoughts maybe i should call members and cancel the lunch" "yahhhh don't be ridiculous they must have made themselves available for you, now if you cancel on them how would they feel yoongs?" "Yaahhh what do you mean by FOR ME y/niee, its for us, they all love you so much, don't you remember how they didn't wanted to get up early on week off and only agreed upon coming for lunch only after you persuaded them!!" you simply nodd in amusement on how long and unbelievable this dream of yours is turning into. Although you soon stop thinking about it as yoongi intertwines your both hands and start walking out of the bedroom, and your stunned by how well his house is, just how you had imagined, out of curiosity you manage to ask him something that has been bothering you "yoongs where is holly?", "oh yeah i totally forgot to tell you, i had asked hyung if he could pickup holly and take care of him for a day or two and he happily agreed and took him today morning, sorry bby you couldn't say bye to him, but i knew if you had been awake you had never let holly go, and i wanted to spend sometime with you, plus we had to meet m.." shushhhhhhh yoonie why are you giving me such detailed explanation, i understand you hmn, i asked you coz i miss him but i know it's good that he's at your brother's place, atleast he'll not have to stay alone while we go out, i trust you yoons! now lets go" you said while looking at him lovingly, yoongi immediately pulling you into a quick hug, "you always make me want to love you even more y/niee" and again intertwining your hands you both walk out of his house and now driving towards what it looks like the place you're about to meet bangtan, but suddenly yoongi makes his way toward a huge building, and before you know you're entering into hybe???

You immediately look towards yoongi, being both nervously yet confused; about why did he took you over to his workplace suddenly, and just like he received your telepathy he immediately understanding your expressions, he explains you how he had a small business to complete, and he promises it won't take any long time, it was so sudden and urgent that he had to stop over and that till the time being you can wait in his studio, you understand his situation and most important know how much he loves his work, what if its a silly dream still 'MIN YOONGI IS MIN YOONGI after all!!!'

Nervous about how to react, yoongi reaches out to you opening your side of car door for you to come out, and hold your hands softly, "Don't worry bby, everyone is familiar with you now, no one is gonna question you anything hmnn! As soon as you arrive in the building you could practically feel almost every eye on you, not in any bad way but eyes admiring you both, few of the staff greeting you both, suddenly yoongi stops on his tracks while receiving a phone call and quickly ends his call asks you go in his studio next door, you panic because wtf you don't know the password to his studio! when he again comes back running, you both say together,

"yoons the password?"

"Y/n here your phone",

again you both say together "Whattttt?"

"y/n did you forgot the password to my studio, aishhh it's our birthday pabo, 3959" he says slightly chuckling "you keep forgetting things bby, you even forget to take your phone with you last night and let it be on our couch, i remembered to take it while we were leaving! Now don't worry, I'll come back quickly! you make yourself comfortable in studio" he quickly brushed his hands over yours reassuring you. both of you not knowing someone had been watching your actions from far. Before you knew, you felt someone's gaze on you both so you quickly turn, only to meet another cat like eyes that you always admired from far and yoongi immediately pulling him into a friendly hug. ''o woozisii you remember me mentioning about my girl right, here she is l/n y/n,'' ''and y/n this is jihoon aka woozi, well ofcourse you don't need his introduction afterall you've been following his music from sometime already'' he said smiling widely towards both of you, meanwhile you and woozi nod your heads and bow to greet eachother. "okay you guys please get comfortable talking with each other, i've some urgent work to complete so i'll get going.. I'll soon come back after which we will get going y/niee okay hmnn..'' "and I'll see you around woozisii'' he quickly shook his hands towards him and gave you look of assurance and then left.

''So y/nssi how long have you been knowing hyung!'' woozi suddenly ask you, firstly not expecting to meet or see him and then him asking you questions makes you freeze at the spot. not knowing why the hell are you feeling so nervous for no proper reason, this is a dream after all!!! whereas woozi continuing to what it seems more likely to interrogate you, ''you don't look used to him, do you?? well don't get me wrong or freakout y/nssi..by any chance is it a case like you don't remember anything of past and remember being in 2023 and waking upto 2026???''

''WHAT IN THE FREAKING WORLD!!!'' is all you manage to speak out.

to be continued....

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okay guys so finally, this was first part to my series.. how was it? did you guys liked or enjoyed?? well i hope you did!!! also an important update, I'll upload chapters of this series after every 3/4 days!!

so request are STILL OPEN💌 for imagines/reaction, scenarios, thoughts, text post, drabbles and timestamps.

PLEASE GIVE YOUR VALUEABLE FEEDBACKS!!!!!💌

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roadtophantom · 7 months

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Let your S(e)oul take you where you long to be (iv) - Jeon Dong-seok

I didn't mean to write a whole section about CSW but now I'm gonna feel terrible if I say less about the other Phantom 'coz he was also phenomenal.

Jeon Dong-seok's show was the first one I got, I managed to modify my seat for three times to get a better view. It was so much easier to book for him that I got wary (did no one want him? why does he still have tickets available every night?) WHICH is an unfair assessment in the face of Phantoms with massive fanbases like Cho Seung-woo. It's still amazing that the tickets eventually sell out (or just leave very few left).

But I learned of JDS from his popularity here on Tumblr and I can definitely see how accomplished he is despite his apparent youth (I think he's the youngest of the 4 Phantoms?) That said, I haven't really listened to him, I wanted to be surprised.

So needless to say his voice blew me away. It took me 4 seconds in the Mirror scene to realize, this, exactly This is what Tumblr fandom was talking about. Because what the heck was that voice?? Like wow.

And he had Such a domineering presence too! His tall and slender physicality (186 cm tall) gave him the presence of a spook that was advantageous for a "larger than life" presence in the theatre.

He had Such an incredible vocal control and mastery too, this is a man who knows how to use his voice as an instrument, knows which part to stretch, which words to relish, which words to accentuate and expound with his vocal power. Practically effortless with the big notes. I can really believe he has the voice of a dark angel. He has been a real treat seeing in person AND watching (when he smoothed his hair *__*).

The impression I got of his Phantom is one who is definitely a young, musical genius, whose tragedy unfortunately is one that's long coming. JDS struck me as a very Byronic Phantom? I guess most Phantoms are Byronic, but I felt it more strongly for this tall, dark gent. He embodied the gloomy and broody persona but with such a passionate inner life. By inner life I mean his music and Christine who are his sole reasons for survival.

(One thing I can say for both Korean Phantoms that I love is how they created their character around Christine worship, like she is this unreachable goddess in their eyes. They are such fools for her).

What's sad about watching JDS's Phantom is how he doesn't seem to have a high regard of himself and even by the time the start of PONR was playing, he knew he was already bound to lose the girl. Jeon Dong-seok is great at playing an anguished Phantom. In the Final Lair, you make out his panic very plainly because he knows it was HIM who went past the point of no return and Christine will never forgive him and he doesn't know what to do with that information. He is so good in playing the character as a melancholic man who was bound to give everything up for Christine's freedom.

He gave me such massive emo tortured soul boys-who-cry feels. Not surprised that his roles tend to gravitate to this type 'coz he mastered it. (He has the most mournful 'Christine, 사랑해~') I feel like he could still figure out more nuances if he could play the character more. But he made such an excellent Phantom and I'm just so happy to have seen him before his Seoul exit.

Also it's so cute how he seems to be this awkward dork backstage who doesn't know what to do with his height or those poses kids do nowadays. I feel like that energy is also present in his onstage performances (I say this as someone who guiltily thinks it gives him crush-worthy material).

#jeon dong seok #rtp goes to seoul #pls when am i finishing the rest of the reviews #it's already october rtp #but i'm so happy some of you have been enjoying!!

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strawbubbysugar · 8 months

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Hello! I think i will be unable to express myself as clearly as I want to but OH.MY.HEAVENS. I love your work! so(u)l was such a fun and creative story on it's own that i so much enjoyed, but now with the Bethroned AU? I'm AMAZED, the story? The writing? And the art is so cute! This fic has been on my mind since I read it! And also DAMN the speed you are able to create those is just on god level, I don't really start to read works that just begun coz I always get too invested and there is almost no chapters and no updates :c But I checked on your fic after a while and there was like 4 chapters already??? And they are really well made! And then u posted the mf map of the continent??? Like damn that's some flash shit right there, It's amusing that you put y/ngineer and CSD into the story! Can't wait to see them interact and what role will they play out in the end! I've been thinking is the y/n even kings William child? Like it was said, the dude smells like rotten meat and I'm not an expert but might be a problem producing an heir in that state lolol Also I'm curious about yellow bunny plush he gave us like I get it's the nation symbol and all be he doesn't appear to be caring father figure as he only saw his child like once? Pretty sketchy to me... The dynamics between characters are also great I love that moon has a soft spot for sun like with the fiddle! I see him as a guy that will refuse to go on some trip or picnic with y/n and sun, and when they shrug and go without him he will be so baffled and cry inside looking after them from behind the window lolol Anyway sorry about my rumbling I'm just so hyperfixated on this xoxoxo

hgdfhsg omg dont apologize at all I loved reading this!!!! <3<3<3 it makes me so so so happy to see people enjoying my ideas!!!

#ask #honestly I used to think my ideas were boring and a bit shit but yall have made me feel like im so special sobs

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yoonnamjin25 · 9 months

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Ok but I need a post canon, Arthur returns, slow burn, Merthur, kind of fic where we can acompany our beloved king through the different stages of grief he will go through when Merlin tells him he's been dead for over 1500 years so he lost his kingdom, knights, friends and wife. A fic where we can see Merlin introducing Arthur to the 21st century and its technology that he insists is just magic, Mer-lin, I know it, I'm no fool. I know magic when I see it. A fic where we can see Arthur still struggling to fully trust on Merlin again because yes, he forgave him and he doesn't really care about the magic (except he does because Merlin's eyes look so beautiful when they are gold and where did that come from, Arthur Pendragon? Merlin, beautiful? Ha! The clotpole must've been right when he told you you shouldn't drink a third cup of that dark, strong, addictive beverage) but he still can't get over all the years of constant lies and deceiving, and Merlin feels guilty af so he tries to win his trust once again day by day and keep the promise he made to himself that day he finally confessed his magic to Arthur to not lie to him ever again. A fic full of fluffy moments between merthur where we can see them fall for each other harder slowly but surely until one day, after 3 or 4 months since Arthur came back, he finally kisses Merlin. And then they kiss some more. And more. And they are so happy grinning like idiots between kisses because finally they are on the same page. And everything is perfect. And Arthur suddenly loses his shirt somehow and things are getting heated although everything is still so soft and sweet and tentative. And then the doorbell rings. They ignore it at first, Arthur's orders, but the person behind the door is insistent so they have to stop so Merlin can go and see who it is. And when he finally opens the door, his jaw almost hit the floor because the person in front of him is no other than the fucking Queen of Camelot, his first and beloved friend, Guinevere Pendragon, the long ago dead widow of Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot, whom he's been making out with seconds ago. And then everything goes downhill coz Gwen sees her husband and Arthur is so shocked to see her again and then they are hugging and smiling and kissing and glowing with happiness and then there's Merlin, with tears in his eyes as he sees them reunite again. As he sees Arthur reunited with his true love. And when the king finally takes a moment to process everything that is happening while having Guinevere laughing crying in his arms, his eyes find Merlin, his Merlin, the one he had in his arms minutes ago and everything comes crashing. Reality hits him so hard he can't even breathe for a second. Because he was happy with Merlin and even though he hadn't yet admitted it out loud, he knew, deep in his soul, that he was in love with him, but then Guinevere is back! His beautiful, amazing, sweet and wonderful queen who he loves with all his heart is back from the death and how is that even possible???

Phew! A fic full of drama and angst and hurt/comfort and tough decisions that Arthur will have to make eventually because he loves them both, but he only can have one and that is breaking him apart because he is a righteous man at heart and he knows that as a married man, his choice should be clear as water, but his soul is screaming at him because it wants something else, someone else, and he doesn't know what to do as he knows whatever he decides, one of the two people he loves the most in his life will end up brokenhearted. But life is unfair and cruel to everyone. Even to legendary kings.

So.

Can someone please write it?

For me???

Pretty please???

#merthur #fic prompt #i've been having this idea in my head for ages now but haven't find anything remitely similar #i could write it but it wouldn't turn out as great as it is in my head #i am desperate #i need someone to write this please #i love drama #i love angst #i love merthur #i love to respect the canon of the show but give it a little twist in a future escenario #i love the idea of arthur choosing gwen back in his camelot days but choosing merlin in the modern world #arthur loves gwen with all his heart but he also loves merlin with all his soul #true loves doesn't mean forever lovers #i also live for that moment in the fic where arthur confesses his feelings for merlin to gwen #she will be hurt but so understanding too #ok enough of the tags #this is getting out of hand #but this is how you know i've been thinking about it deeply and for way too long #please someone have mercy on this poor little untalented soul that can't write for the life of her

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peri · 7 months

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suicide tw a little later in the post, kinda heavy, kinda long. sorry i just need to talk about this

i was on youtube yesterday while trying to calm down from spiraling, and before i could find a video i wanted to put on, a 9 year old video my brother posted popped up. it didnt have any more than 10 views. knowing it'd be bittersweet, i clicked.

i was in 90% of the videos he posted. we'd be playing everything together. gaming videos, of course, if you dont know my brother, he's a gamer first person second. but in a well-adjusted way lol. he's like, really good at every game he plays and can beat them really quickly.

on one hand, it was really weird seeing my old self, even in video games. my typing style, the name i used, my character styles, etc. on the other, seeing my brother, young and so close to me, typing slow, awkward... it made me smile.

he and i used to be really close. we'd do everything together. he ... looked up to me. he talked to me. these days we've drifted. we don't ever text unless its a birthday, and then its just to say happy birthday, no conversation. i don't think we've had an actual conversation since i left. but even before then, the last time we really talked was when i was heavily suicidal and opened up about that to him finally. this was in late 2019, i believe.

he was caring, understanding, said he's struggled with it himself in the past, told me everything. and he said he would always be there for me.

it.. broke my heart, one night. we were all drinking, and he ended up getting emotional but none of us knew why. until eventually he started crying and just calling my name over and over. "oh, [deadname].... [name], [name], [name].... [name]! [name]! [name]!" it ripped my heart out, and just recalling it is painful. i knew exactly why he called my name. he was scared. he thought i was going to kill myself, and soon. and to be fair, at that point, i thought i was going to as well. i didn't tell him that, but he knew.

i'm crying lol. no one else ever knew why he did that. but i did. he was drunk out of his mind, so i ended up walking him back to his room and putting him to bed. he made me sit on his bed until he fell asleep. he fell asleep fairly quick, as he was very drunk and out of it. but he didnt want me to leave his side, so i stayed a little longer anyways.

that was the last time we were ever truly close. i wonder if he remembers that.

during my visit back to texas last year, i asked if he was mad at me. if he was ever upset that i left. he said no, he would never hold that against me. which was nice. but it did mean that the reason we drifted was just... for nothing. i mean, dont get me wrong, we'd been drifting for longer than that, the last few years i lived with him, he stayed alone in his room most of the time, and i never knew what to say. he's always been awkward, quiet, anxious, so talking wasnt easy. and i guess growing up made that feel impossible.

he eventually got a girlfriend, after years of me questioning if he was even into the idea of dating and romance at all lol, and she ended up living with us. im glad for her, coz she really turned his life around. but it did mean that i saw him even less. he was occupied with her.

theyre still together btw. his first ever relationship and its been years. good for him.

but anyways... i guess all of this just to say i miss him. i never thought we'd drift. it's hard to think about. hard to acknowledge.

looking back at those old youtube videos made me face that again. he was so young. so happy. so enthusiastic.

he had no idea what would happen.

#log date.txt #suicide tw #i talked to my sister about feeling bad about drifting from him a while ago #she said next time i visit we would make more of an effort to all hang out together #which is nice. but i dont think.. i ...#i don't think we'll ever be that close again.#i feel a little better after crying. im okay.

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boysbeloving · 1 year

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Hiii.. How r u doing my friend. I m sad and crying and smiling and everything in between. So not ready for KinnPorsche to end.

Sending u this lovely photo to bribe you to write about his back.

MY DEAR FRIEND!!! <3333

i'm also feeling SOME KIND OF WAY about the last KPWT...as bible said...'don't be sad it ended...be happy it happened'....it's cheesy af but i love cheese so ya...gonna lap that up

BUT COMING DOWN TO BUSINESS THAT IS MILE'S HOT AF BACK....uuuuuufffffff....like....you really didn't have to do this to me you know (the fertile phase of my cycle is going on, bestie THIS IS FAP MATERIAL RIGHT HERE)

at the risk of outing myself as the person who chooses 'massage' in the porn categories, i will massage mile's back with my boobs like those porn ladies (they are VERY HOT btw)....and i want to paste my front on his back and FEEL him move when he does those arm stretches at the gym that build back muscles....like this one

(yes this ^ is mile)

or the ones where the back is straight and the gym equipment is like two bars that one has to separate and bring back

BASICALLY I WANT TO FEEL HIS BACK MUSCLES MOVE AGAINST MY TITS

added bonus for me coz my tits are VERY sensitive and any touch/friction/slide gets me VERY wet so yay me!! (i also want to dip my fingers into my cunt and then run my wet fingers down the middle of his back)

also....if i'm riding his ass for fun (coz lbr that ass is quite juicy i just want to feel those ass cheeks between my thighs) i can hold on to those shoulders for balance coz damn they be looking VERY HOLDABLE

i know there are mile back appreciators in the fandom I KNOW YOU GUYS....so yes i completely understand why one can thirst over someone's back

also ALSO also...i would gladly massage his back in a non-sexual, strictly actual massage way....i personally am not very good at taking massages, they somehow end up hurting me more lol (i'm like my dad in this) BUT i give very good massages...and honestly...i feel mile could use some....man's got too much going on...i would love to get him to relax a bit

who am i kidding i'm sure he gets massages on the regular (actual and the sexual ones too i think)....good for him <33

thanks for this my dear friend

#mile phakphum #mile phakphum's back #kinnporsche #kinnporsche world tour #kpwt

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foli-vora · 2 years

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Re: You Broke Me First - 11/10 would recommend

Omg can we please get a We Belong Together HC? It would be so perfect because we left off with her walking up the aisle toward Tom and Santiago taking to Frankie. It could be a moment she changes her mind instantly and she runs out with Frankie hand in hand. I BEG YOU.

lmao i'm so happy you liked it sweetness! ❤️

so as much as i LOVE the idea of running out on tom and disappearing into the sunset with frankie, it's a smidgen more complicated than that so let's get some drama rolling coz i'm in a silly goofy mood on this fine wednesday afternoon LMAO.

(and um i'm in the middle of homeschooling the kiddos so this is a dot point/HC mess, but i really wanted to get this out so please forgive me haha)

ALTERNATE ENDING TO YOU BROKE ME FIRST BELOW:

warnings: infidelity, violence, swearing, a somewhat? happy ending

-- frankie sees it the second the officiant starts speaking. tom's all grins and everyone's soaking in the beauty of the ceremony and it should be all good, but he sees the way you start to shift anxiously in place, your eyes falling to your bouquet and then darting to gaze over the audience. he knows you're looking for him.

-- he frowns when your eyes eventually meet and he watches the wash of emotions flood your face. sadness, pain, regret. it's slight, a barely there movement, but he shakes his head and pleads with you over the heads of your family - don't do this.

-- you look like you're going to be sick. you feel sick. you swear bile rises up your throat as your gaze flies back to your bouquet. you trace the petals, inhale their soft aroma, desperately choking down the vomit filling your throat and threatening to spill from your lips. only... it's not vomit. it's much, much worse.

-- "i can't do this."

-- tom reaches for you, smoothing a hand along the soft skin of your wrist and asks what's wrong. no one can hear either of you, and people in the audience start to frown in confusion when the officiant stops speaking at tom's quiet request.

-- he ushers you away from the crowds when tears start to fill your eyes. will, tom's best man, follows with his own air of confusion. a silence falls over the venue and frankie swears he's going to pass out. his knee starts to bounce, his palms slick with sweat. what are you doing?

-- pope exhales tiredly, tilting his head to stretch the tense muscles of his neck. he knows where this is going. "fuck."

-- half an hour later, will appears and shares a word with the officiant who declares an end to the ceremony and requests for everyone to continue on to the reception venue to enjoy the food and drinks, and to await further news there.

-- will shares one (1) single look with pope and frankie knows then that he's so fucked. rip frankie.

-- pope and frankie follow will into a back area where you're beside yourself, make up ruined, sobbing and desperately trying to calm tom down and nah lmao. it doesn't work.

-- the literal second tom sees frankie shuffle in behind pope, he loses it. one punch to the jaw and frankie's stumbling back, holding his face and wiping away the blood spilling from his split lip. he wants to return it (because god knows this man has felt some rage over the last few months) but he doesn't, because he feels like he deserves it.

-- pope jumps in with his "whoa whoa let's just relax for a second -" and will steps in with an arm across tom's chest to stop any further damage.

-- naturally benny makes his comedic entrance then, our beautiful ray of sunshine. "thanks for keeping me in the loop assholes - i feel very fucking left out." takes note of the tension hanging in the air - you pretty much inconsolable, tom's fucking fury and frankie licking the blood flooding his lip, before he goes with a very confused, "what's going on?"

-- so it all comes to light and it's not pretty. like at all.

-- there’s a lot of yelling. a lot of ‘how could you’s. you continue to cry and try to give out reasons - excuses - but it doesn’t help. frankie admits to how long it’s been, he defends you, defends what you have. he loves you. he makes it crystal fucking clear.

-- benny and will both leave with tom and frankie's heart is a bit broken from the way benny looks at him, the way he doesn’t want to be anywhere near him but it’s understandable - there were always going to be sides made from this (golden retriever man was not happy - alternate hc is that benny's been cheated on in the past so he HATES people who cheat/people who go for people in relationships).

-- pope gives him that look - y'know that look you give your bestie when they've fucked up, and you know they know they've fucked up - yeah, that look, before he leaves, too.

-- so it's just you two left. and you rush on the other, your hands cradling frankie's jaw and a spew of apologies falling from your lips as you trace the dried blood on his chin. his hands move to cup your face, rough thunbs brushing away your tears and it's bittersweet.

-- a wet kiss follows. it’s mostly tears, but it's the promise of something new. your relationship with tom is over, everything is out in the open, and now you and frankie can focus on building something proper with each other. the other details can work themselves out later.

-- there’s a lot of relief on both parts. there’s no more lies. no more sneaking. he doesn’t have to watch you marry someone else with the fakest smile aching his cheeks. sure it’s a flaming hot mess right now, but at least you have each other.

-- yes he does take you home. and yes he does tear that wedding dress to fucking shreds with little to no remorse.

#foli answers #frankie morales x reader #i’ll do tags later when i can get on my computer because fuck doing that on mobile lmao

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