LOOK-AT-THAT-HEARTBREAK

I will never forget the day I met the boy who stole my heart, he looked like a heartbreaker, the one to leave a girl completely weak at the knees. He was gorgeous, I was immediately mesmerized by his dangerous eyes. He had a smile that I simply couldn’t ignore. He just looked like someone who had his life all together, like he knew where he wanted to go and needed to be. I became fascinated with a boy whom I didn’t even know the name of but something about him made me become insanely attached. He was a mystery, an exciting adventure, interesting and intimidating. I soon learned that he didn’t have it all together and he was heartbroken rather than being the heartbreaker. He had a lot of love inside of him that he was willing to give to the right girl and I spent nights wishing upon every star, that I would be the girl he chose and the girl he loved
—  Tenari Ioapo

anonymous asked:

Hello! I do not know if it's open or not (If not, sorry >w<) Can I ask for some HC for RFA + Saeran MC gets drunk and they try something like kissing / etc as always and she walks away and says something like '' I have a boyfriend / husband and I love him ''

Hahahahaha yesssss

 (i had to skip a few requests because unlike last time i was not feelin writing straight-up smut on public transport LOL)

YOOSUNG:

  • The two of you had been at a house party
  • Not your usual scene, but your friends had convinced you two to go out
  • Yoosung, as the designated driver, was sober
  • But you were SMASHED
  • After dropping everyone else off you finally get home to your shared apartment, and you collapse down onto the couch, the world still spinning around you
  • You’re gone to the point that you don’t actually know where you are, and it’ll be a hell of an experience once morning comes
  • Yoosung sits down next to you, hooking an arm around you
  • You stiffen at the contact, as in your mind you’re still at the party
  • “Babe, I’m so tired~~”
  • Yoosung leans over to kiss you lazily, but you push him away as much as you can in your state
  • “mmmnO NOOO”
  • “What? What’s wrong?”
  • Yoosung looks genuinely hurt, but you don’t even really notice
  • “NOO I CANT” You try and sit up, but close your eyes when your head spins again
  • “I can’t, I have a boyfriend… mmmNooo go away I love my boyfriend”
  • Yoosung laughs, but he is actually very touched by your drunken honesty
  • He touches your cheek gently
  • “Babe, it’s me, I’m your boyfriend”
  • “nnnNNNooo, he’s a good boy”
  • “It’s me, it’s Yoosung!”
  • You eventually squint at him hard enough to recognize him
  • “Yoosung?? I thought you weren’t drinking!”
  • Yoosung prepares to explain, but glances you over again and thinks better of it
  • “But I’m here! Can I have my kiss now?”
  • You screw your eyes shut and pucker your lips, and he leans down to peck you lightly

ZEN:

  • You two had gone out for beer
  • And your prideful and competitive ass had challenged Zen to a drinking contest
  • And lost badly
  • He carries you back to the apartment
  • and although he hears you mumbling something into his chest he can’t make out the words
  • Once you get back he lays you down gently on the couch and lies down next to you for cuddles
  • You’re still mumbling something drunkenly, and he lifts himself up to look at you
  • Your face is buried into the cushions, and he turns you onto your side
  • “C’mon babe, make sure you can breathe”
  • He leans down to kiss you, but once his lips connect with yours he feels your arms weakly pushing him away
  • He pulls away from you, confused, and heart breaking a little
  • And what you’re mumbling suddenly becomes a little clearer
  • “N-nooooo, p-please don’t….”
  • Zen scrambles off the couch
  • “What’s wrong, babe?”
  • Your eyes struggle to focus on him, although he is but a fuzzy outline to you
  • “Please don’t… I can’t… I love my… boyfriend so… much, I can’t hurt… him like this….”
  • Zen can’t help laughing, resting his forehead on your stomach from where he sits on the floor
  • “It’s all right, princess. I understand.”
  • He leaves and comes back with a glass of water and a blanket, and tucks you in for the night
  • Although he spends the night on the floor and doesn’t leave your side for the remainder of the night

 

707:

  • You two had been drinking at home
  • Or rather, you had- since Seven’s drink of choice is Dr. Pepper
  • As it were, you grievously overestimated your sobriety level, and an hour after your drinking spree you’re feeling the effects much more heavily than was expected
  • Seven has a grand old time watching you drunkenly maneuver the bunker
  • He watches without comment as you attempt to carry a conversation with Robo-Cat
  • And hastily drags you away when you start to mess with Robo-Dog
  • And waits until you’ve tired yourself out, curled up on the floor
  • “Agent 606! Wake up, Agent 606! Super duper emergency!”
  • You sit up to the best of your ability, the word “emergency” triggering some kind of primal response in your mind
  • “Whu—Emergency….”
  • “Agent 707 has not received his daily seven-hundred-and-seven kisses! He can’t go to sleep without them!”
  • Seven goes in to kiss you, but in your state of mind you push him away in confusion
  • “Nooo…. I can only give the seven hundred seven kisses to… to my… my Saeyoung…”
  • Seven keeps up the act, but on the inside he’s taken a Cupid’s arrow to the chest
  • “Oh! You’ve caught me, Agent 606! ‘Twas I, the nefarious 706! Lemme dial Agent 707~”
  • You are not amused as he makes various “beep boop” noises into a pretend “phone”
  • “I don’t want 707. I want my…. My husband Saeyoung…”
  • Seven has to stop himself from squealing or just crying on the spot
  • But he sits down in front of you and takes your hands in his
  • “Okay, baby. I’m here. Can I have my goodnight kisses now?”

JUMIN:

  • Your nightly wine sessions were certainly a routine

  • But Jumin had a long day at work, and he was compelled to open another bottle

  • Which had led to your current situation, in which you were more of a lightweight than either of you had thought

  • You’re having trouble remembering your own name, and Jumin had placed your head in his lap as he now runs his fingers through your hair, listening to you ramble drunkenly

  • He can’t make heads or tails of what you’re actually saying, but you’re obviously very invested in it

  • He watches your brows furrow slightly, like they do when you’re talking about something very passionately

  • And as the sound of your voice fades to join the distant buzz from the wine he finds himself focusing on your lips

  • Without thinking, and a little inebriated himself, he leans down to kiss you

  • Before recoiling from a sharp sting on his cheek, as you slap him across the face

  • He looks back down at you in a mixture of shock and slight indignation

  • And he’s not usually one to swear, but there are few substitutions of the same caliber as:

  • “What the fuck?”

  • “Please, I’m married… I c… can’t do this to my husband, I –hic- love him so much…”

  • There’s a moment of stunned silence before Jumin bursts out laughing

  • “Remind me to never let you drink this much again, missy.”

 

SAERAN:

  • Saeran’s not one for social drinking, so shots at home are usually the plan for evening entertainment
  • It’s well-known that you’re a bit of a lightweight, but you push yourself just a little too far this time
  • But Saeran isn’t exactly sober either, and the night is mostly spent on the couch recovering
  • You’re in his arms for a long time
  • Long enough for you to forget where exactly you are
  • After a long period of silence Saeran finally speaks, his voice gruff and his chest rumbling against you
  • “God, sometimes I forget how sexy you are when you’re drunk.”
  • You stiffen at the comment, but Saeran doesn’t seem to notice
  • Instead he tilts your chin up towards him with his finger, and captures your lips in his
  • A protest rises up in your throat, and you push him away
  • Words somehow find their way through your hazy mental state-
  • “No please, I can’t cheat on my boyfriend like this…”
  • Saeran goes stiff as a board, looking at you with heartbreak in his eyes
  • “Boyfriend?”
  • “Yes, I love him so much, I can’t do this…”
  • Saeran can’t decide if he’s angry or hurt, but before he can reach a conclusion the sound of the fridge door closing shakes you both out of your moment
  • Seven glares at the both of you, holding a can of Dr. Pepper from the fridge
  • “Would you both sober up? She’s talking about you, dumbass.”
  • As Saeran realizes what had happened he holds you tighter, and you can’t tell if his shaking is from laughter or from tears
  • “Oh my fucking god, don’t scare me like that.”

sometimes I look for
aesthetics 
in this heartbreak
and
sometimes I look for
metaphors
sometimes I look for
poems
and
sometimes I look for
myself

Expecting?

Expecting?
[Christian. When were you ready to expect?]

“Which one am I supposed to buy?” Christian grumbled into his phone in English, taking salvation in hoping that the old ahjussi working couldn’t understand him. There was nothing more embarrassing than standing in a convenient store in the middle of the night looking at the various pregnancy test.

“I don’t fucking know Christian” you groaned pacing back and forth in your living room. “I haven’t done this before-just get all of them.”

“All? There’s like thirty different brands. Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes Christian. Yes I have because SOMEBODY may have gotten me pregnant.”

“Chill. I got this” he sighed looking at the shelves “…Hmmm this should be fine right?” He shrugged, grabbing the more inexpensive of the brands and shoving it in the bottom of his basket. There was no way in hell he was going to leave this convenient store with only a pregnancy test in his basket. He grabbed chips, cookies, and drinks. Anything that’ll prolong the clerk from getting to the pregnancy test. “Babe, you want anythin?”

“Yes I want to not be pregnant”

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Daddy Dearest-William Nylander

Anon request: Could you do a William Nylander where you used to date and a few years later he find out you had a kid belonged to him?

This one was hard to write and I started it over multiple times but I’m pretty proud of the final product! Also I love me some William Nylander so I was all for it. 

Warnings: none

Word count: 2058

Originally posted by mapleleafmarner

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Anonymous said: So i love your “protag breaking down in front of the antag” prompts, do you think you could maybe do some of the reverse? The antagonist breaking down in front of the protagonist? 

dentist-why said:Could you do the villain breaking down in front of the hero because they don’t want to be a villain. (P.S. your blog is so good you are such a great writer.)

Anonymous said:Your protagonist breaking down in front of the antagonist prompts are fantastic! But, maybe to mix it up, could we get some antagonist breaking down in front of the protagonist prompts? (Unless they’ve been done before, I mean)


1) It wasn’t an obvious or sudden shattering. There were no tears, no screams, no heaving breaths. But something in them seemed to have just crumpled. And people could make a lot of jokes about the antagonist being heartless but they weren’t hollow like that. The hero watched it happen, barely aware of it at first - the way a person didn’t notice a cliff being eroded or the colour leeching from an old painting when they saw it so slowly. 


2) “Go on then,” the villain said. They wet their lips, eyes aglow with an almost mania, a fever. “Kill me.”
It was a horrible moment to realize that they weren’t being taunted or mocked or dared - they were being begged.


3) “Tell me what happened, please.”
“What does it matter?”
“Of course, it matters. I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” the villain tried for a smirk, but it was all wobbly and then pressed thin as if desperate to hold back a sob. They swallowed hard. “It’s not crime when it happens to bad people, it’s justice. Karma. Just the way the story goes.”
“You don’t actually believe that.”
The villain glanced up, the look on their expression heartbreaking. Because oh, they actually did. And oh, they looked terrified.
The hero’s teeth gritted, and they crowded a little closer, lowered their voice. “Look. If someone’s hurt you - told you that - if someone’s got something on you-”
“Oh, don’t you know, hero?” this time, their voice really did crack. “No one’s ever got anything on me.”  
It was enough, they’d seize hold of the antagonist in a moment. “Let me help you.” An order, not a plea this time.


4) Being them, they weren’t allowed to splinter. They didn’t have friends to fall back on, they didn’t have a safety net, the people of their court had no mercy towards the weak or the stumbling. To slip, to mistep, even an inch was to beg the wolves to fall on his throat. In a room of predators there always had to be prey and they’d vowed never to be prey again. They would never be seen as weak again.
“I’m sorry,” they said, as the protagonist’s door opened. “I know I shouldn’t be here. This was a terrible idea-” they took a step back, regretting coming already. It was foolish.
The protagonist caught their arm and reeled them inside. Gently. So gently.
It was the gentleness that did it and the next second the antagonist was in tears. Hideous, world bent out of shape, tears.  


5) “I’m fine,” the antagonist said.
“Okay.”
“I’m fine.” They’d just said that, and the protagonist was starting to look concerned. “Just fine. Everything’s going to be fine.” Oh god, they couldn’t stop saying it, couldn’t stop gabbling it, couldn’t breathe over it choking on that word. Fine, fine, fine, always perfectly fine.


6) The villain’s lungs strained for air as the hero slammed them up against the wall, face inches away. Fear licked up their spine.
“You’re sorry?” the hero spat. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover what you’re going to be for what you’ve done. You don’t get to cry over your guilt - you’re not one who got hurt.”


7) They knew it was wrong, they knew they shouldn’t like seeing the antagonist like this. A shell of themselves, fragile, held together by stitches. But oh they were so pliant like this. So scared of doing wrong and so desperately needing reassurance.
“I forgive you.”
“It’s going to be okay.”
“You’re not a monster.”
The hero had never felt so addictively needed in their life, so redemptive, so powerful to have the villain breathless and overwhelmed with the smallest of kindnesses. They felt like god.

anonymous asked:

headcannon where Victor is so #extra: Yuuri takes off his ring to wash the dishes and Victor sees it on the counter and posts a video to instagram holding the ring with tears in his eyes singing Total Eclipse of the Heart... "Once I was falling in love and now I'm only falling apart"

Yuuri is at the rink when he sees Victor’s Instagram post.

A video of him holding a golden ring between his thumb and index finger, singing the words to Total Eclipse of the Heart. There’s a look of heartbreak on his face that Yuuri is certain could raise several thousands of dollars on GoFundMe if that expression were the cover image.

Yurio watches over Yuuri’s shoulder. “What the hell is that about? Are you two fighting?”

Confused, Yuuri glances down at his finger. Oh, his ring is missing–that’s odd. “No, we’re not.” Then, he realizes: he must’ve forgotten to put it back on after washing the dishes this morning. Yuuri watches the video one more time, biting his lip, then takes his phone out of his pocket. He dials a familiar number. “Victor?”

“Yuuri!” Victor shouts, and Yuuri has to pull the phone away from his ears, the audio painfully loud. “Yuuri, what happened?”

“What?”

“I found the ring this morning, and then you weren’t in bed beside me when I woke up. Did I do something? I’m so sorry for whatever I did. Do you still love me?” There’s a brief pause. “I still love you,” he promises, and his words are hurried, desperate.

Yurio, evidently, can hear every word that Victor has said. He rolls his eyes and heads back out onto the ice, though there’s something more to his stare than anger–pity, perhaps?

Yuuri bites his lip, unsure of how to phrase his answer. “Um, I took it off when I did the dishes. I didn’t want to, like, drop it down the drain. Or get my hands wet with it on, you know?”

“But you didn’t put it back on,” Victor states, sounding far too much like a detective for Yuuri’s liking.

“I forgot.”

“Yuuri…”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” Yuuri promises. “I do. I just forgot. And I decided to come to the rink early today, Yurio wanted my help with his newest routine.”

“You’re sure you still love me?”

Yuuri can’t help but smile at that. He covers his mouth with a hand, then nods before remembering that Victor can’t see him. “Of course.”

“Good. I’ll be there soon. With your ring.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a minute. Love you.”

“Love you.”

Yuuri hangs up, puts the phone back in his pocket.

It rings again a few seconds later.

“Why is Yurio asking you for help with his routine and not me?”

anonymous asked:

Malec prompt? This episode omg bottom Alec af, but like imagine them mid sex nearing the end when Alec's phone is blowing up from Clary and Jace and Luke and they're just like hella no plz yes lmao

“Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“But if you’re not–”

“Alexander, please.”

That exchange had come and gone, and had been replaced with urgent kisses, not so careful touches, and nothing but desire. Magnus was whispering soft encouragements in Alec’s ear through the beginning, and Alec was nodding when Magnus’ eyes questioned him. Magnus looked at Alec with the most heartbreaking expression–it was not sad, but Alec understood now, this vulnerability that came with something like this. 

Despite Alec coming in like a storm, when they had entered the bedroom, it had progressed slowly. Between words and questions and looks and kisses, they had taken off each other’s clothes, Alec allowed himself to experiment. To touch Magnus like he had never touched anyone else, and allowing Magnus to do the same. Magnus allowed Alec to look at him completely naked, to take him in and for the first time in his life Magnus felt self-conscious. The feeling left when Alec smiled at him, when Alec looked into Magnus’ cat eyes that were visible and called him beautiful. 

Everything was perfect. 

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Time Waster Pt. 2 [ j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which he realizes that he has truly fucked up.

Part one: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/157974413026/time-waster-jj

Part three: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158033527367/time-waster-pt-3-jj

Part four: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158258806451/time-waster-pt-4-jj

~~~

(Y/N) walked all the way to Reggie Mantle’s house. She would’ve texted him to come pick her up but she had left her phone at Betty’s house.

Betty and Jughead. Jughead and Betty. How could she have not noticed it before? They were always spending time together. It would only make sense that they’d end up together.

She sighed to herself as she trekked to Reggie’s house, just wanting to sit and watch a movie with her closest friend.
~~~

(Y/N) hid her injured hand as she knocked on the Mantles’ door, knowing that Mrs. Mantle would be the one to open it.

“(Y/N), hi!” Mrs. Mantle exclaimed as she opened the door. “It’s so good to see you.”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Mrs. Mantle I came over two days ago.”

“Yes but it’s always a pleasure to see you. Go on up to Reggie’s room. He’s out with friends right now but he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

(Y/N) did as she was told and headed upstairs to Reggie’s room. She proceeded to lie on his bed and finally let the tears slip out of her eyes as her heart broke in two.
~~~

Reggie Mantle stepped into his house only ten minutes after his best friend had, and was immediately stopped by his mom.

“Oh honey! Go on upstairs. (Y/N) is waiting for you.”

Reggie stopped, completely and utterly confused. (Y/N) was supposed to be spending the day with Betty Cooper.

“Uh, ok mom I’ll go right up,” he replied.

“Great! I’ll bring you guys some snacks in a bit.”
~~~

Walking into his room, Reggie’s eyes immediately fell on the large lump that was curled up on his bed.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” He asked. The girl in question turned to him and he instantly noticed her tear stained face and bloodied hand. Grabbing it gently, he led her into the bathroom.

The two friends were enveloped in silence as Reggie cleaned up her hand, only breaking it when he finished bandaging the cut.

“(Y/N), what happened to you? You’re supposed to be with Betty Cooper.” He said.

The (H/C) looked up at Reggie, pain and heartbreak reflected in her eyes. “Jughead. I thought he liked me. At least, that’s what Betty had said. He doesn’t. He kissed Betty.”

Reggie’s hands curled up into fists. He didnt like the beanie-clad boy, but he knew that his best friend had liked him for some time, even if she hadn’t realized it sooner. “I am going to KILL Donnie Darko, ” he growled.

His angry pacing was stopped when he felt (Y/N)’s hand grab his own. “Reg, can I just…spend the night?”

Reggie’s eyes softened as they landed on the girl. “You know you’re always welcome to.”
~~~

(Y/N) called her parents, using Mrs. Mantle’s phone, to inform them they she wouldn’t be home that night, before rejoining Reggie in his room. Unbeknownst to her, Reggie had just sent out a mass text to all his football buddies, informing them that he had very important matters to attend to and that he wouldn’t be joining them for guys night out.

After eating a quick snack, the two best friends laid down on Reggie’s bed, watching a movie. As the evening dragged on, they found themselves drifting off to sleep, each curled up next to their favorite person as the movie droned on, much like they did when they were kids.
~~~

At the Cooper’s residence, Jughead Jones was sitting with his head in his hands and tears in his eyes.

Betty Cooper had her phone pressed to her ear, desperately calling Archie, Veronica, Kevin, ANYONE who could know where (Y/N) had run off too.

“Where could she be?” Betty asked, highly concerned for her friend. The guilt was eating at her, she knew that the kiss was wrong, but it had been a spur of the moment thing.

“I fucked up,” Jughead said. “I really fucked up. I’m sorry Betty.”

“I know Jug-” Betty was cut off by her phone going off.

‘Archibald’ was displayed on the screen. Despite the situation, Jughead couldn’t stop himself from letting out a snort at the name.

Betty put Archie on speakerphone as she answered. “Hey Archie, listen we’re really busy right now-”

“I know where (Y/N) is,” Archie cut in. “Reggie just sent the team a text saying that he can’t hang out tonight because something important came up. The only thing important enough to make him miss guys night is (Y/N).”

“Thanks Archie!” Betty exclaimed. “You’re a life saver.”

“Hey, guys, listen, ” Archie continued. “Leave her alone for a few days, yeah?“

Jughead cried out in exasperation. “No. I have to apologize to her.”

“Listen Jug. You too Betty, ” Archie continued. “She’s with Reggie. That means she’s probably told him what happened. They don’t keep secrets from each other. Veronica is already mad enough about what happened and she’s only her friend. Now imagine how Reggie, who is her best friend, is going to feel about you guys breaking her heart. Sure, he won’t hit a girl, but he won’t be afraid to confront Jughead.

“Just leave her alone.”
~~~

And so Jones and Cooper took Archie’s advice. At least, Cooper did. Jughead waited at Pop’s everyday, knowing that sooner or later, the need for a burger would drive (Y/N) there.

It was a few days later when (Y/N) walked into Pop’s with Reggie. Reggie had stayed with her the past few days and after wallowing in self-pity, she decided it was time to get over it, so they decided to go out to eat.

Jughead had been sitting in Pop’s with (Y/N)’s phone and as soon as he noticed that Reggie left the booth to go and order for the both of them, he approached (Y/N).

(Y/N), not looking up, noticed someone walk up to her. “Wow Reggie, that was quick,” she teased. “It usually takes you forever to bring the food.”

Looking up, the girl’s grin faltered as she saw that it was Jughead.

“I uh- you left this. At Betty’s house,” Jughead stammered, gently placing (Y/N)’s cell phone on the table. Looking at her, he noticed a small smile on her face.

“Thanks Jones,” the girl replied. “So listen, about you and Betty…”

Jughead felt his heart beat faster as she brought up Betty. He had to apologize to her.

“(Y/N) I-”

“Jughead I-”

They spoke at the same time before Jughead motioned for her to go first.

“Listen, I overreacted,” the girl said. “I should be happy for you two, and I am. So let’s not make this any more awkward than it needs to be and just…go on with our lives.”

Jughead’s mouth felt dry. This is not what he had expected her to say.

“No wait,” Jughead began. “(Y/N) the thing is, that kiss it meant-”

“What’s Donnie Darko doing here?” Reggie sneered as he approached the booth.

“Reggie,” (Y/N) said. “Calm down. He came to give me my cell phone. I left it at Betty’s a few days ago.”

“Alright Suicide Squad. You gave it back. Now leave,” Reggie commanded, pulling himself up to his full height to intimidate Jughead. “My girl and I are trying to enjoy our food.”

Jughead froze at Reggie’s words. ‘My girl and I.’ He looked at (Y/N). Maybe it was just some sick joke she was playing on him, making it seem as though her and Reggie were together.

She smiled at Reggie’s words. She hadn’t heard Reggie call her that in a long time. It was always their thing, to call each other “my girl” or “my guy”.

To Jughead however, (Y/N)’s reaction made it seem as though it wasn’t a joke. Jughead felt sick to his stomach as he thought about Reggie and (Y/N) being a couple and muttered some excuse about having to leave.

(Y/N), noticing his sudden change in behavior, grew concerned. “Jug, are you okay?”

Jughead nodded weakly as he walked away. This time he was the brokenhearted one.

And so Jughead Jones III left Pop’s thinking he had lost the girl of his dreams, not knowing that Reggie calling (Y/N) “my girl” was just a completely platonic thing.

~~~

Wow y'all. So part two of Time Waster. Yassss. I wasn’t planning on doing a part two but people seemed to want it so…ta-da.

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