#Love Youself: Tear

[yoan-le-grall]

[kaiser1ns]

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘂/𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲)

╹synopsis :: you just wanted to eat something but your boyfriend said no.

╹contents :: fluff, tw : tomatoes (i hate tomatoes), but I love oranges, just two menaces to society trying their best to be good boyfriends

SHIDOU RYUSEI

Sitting in your apartment with your boyfriend while he made a sandwich for the two of you to share during lunch. "Don't put so many tomatoes." You pointed it out from the table. "Shut up and enjoy that I'm making you a damn sandwich."

"I hate tomatoes."

"You hate everything."

"Ryusei! Just don't put so much product on the sandwich!" You watched him as he gave you a pointed look while he picked up another slice of tomato and placed it on the bread. You stood up, ready to go smack him right in the smug look on his face when you realized something.

"Rin was right." You said it out loud with a disgusted look on your face. "Now that's a joke," The blonde said as he began to add more condiments to the sandwich that you wanted to eat but now, you lost appetite.

"We bicker constantly." He shrugged, "So?"

"So? We are like a cat and a dog. Constantly picking at one another."

"Technically, you're constantly picking at me."

"Seriously?" You crossed your arms over your chest and he looked up and smiled. "You do things just to piss me off!" You accused, Shidou scoffed, "As if!"

"I'm not joking."

"I'm not either," he put the other piece of bread on the sandwich and took a huge bite. You rolled your eyes and stormed out of the room, not wanting him to see your eyes filing with tears.

"Babe!" He followed you, grabbing your arm and stopping you before you could make it into your bedroom. "I'm sorry, I'll be serious now don't be upset."

You sniffed, "Can we be a normal couple for once and not fight for the most stupid things? "

He was trying really hard not to laugh, "All couples have little fights now and then."

You sniffed, wiping away your tears, pulling you into his chest and holding you close. "I happen to like our little fights."

This surprised you, "What?" He chuckled and rocked you both a bit as he held you in his arms. "It's how I know we are okay. When you pick at me I know you don't mean harm by it. I know you're just being you and you love me. It's when you aren't talking to me that I get worried."

He pulled away from you, cupping your face with his hands and wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I love you, and I love our dynamic. I wouldn't change us for the world. Besides, someone has to keep you on your toes~"

You rolled your eyes, but let Ryusei pull you in for a loving kiss. When he pulled away he smiled down at you, handing his phone "Want to order something instead?"

You grinned "Yes, please."

He nipped at your lips again before turning to head back into the kitchen. "Good because the sandwich I made is way too delicious to share it with you."

You scoffed, and a smile soon followed. You loved your dynamic with him too, but sometimes you just wanted to kill him, lovingly of course.

ITOSHI RIN

You slumped onto the couch, exhausted from a long day at work. Glancing at the fruit bowl on the coffee table your eyes landed on a plump, juicy orange. Sighing, you turned to your boyfriend, who was sitting beside you, scrolling through his phone.

"Rin, can you peel me an orange? I'm so tired to even lift my hand." you asked, your voice weary. Rin, without looking up, shook his head. "Not right now, Y/N. I'm in the middle of something."

You pouted, leaning your head on his shoulder, "Please? Just one orange. It won't take long."

He sighed, still not tearing his eyes away from his screen. "Y/N, no. Why don't you peel it yourself? It's not that hard."

You groaned, too tired to argue further, and as you let youself sink deeper into the couch cushions. A heavy silence settled between the couple, and soon enough, your eyes fluttered closed as you drifted off into a nap.

When you woke up, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. Stretching lazily and then noticed something on the coffee table. There, sitting in the center, was a perfectly peeled orange, arranged in neat segments. Beside it was a small, folded note. Curious, you picked it up and unfolded it, revealing Rin's familiar handwriting.

— Sorry for being stubborn earlier. Enjoy your orange.

A smile appeared on your face as you popped a piece of the orange into your mouth. You looked over at Rin, who was now napping in the armchair, and felt a rush of affection. Quietly, you tiptoed over, pecking his soft lips, and whispered, "Thank you."

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[interstellarflare]

I am cooking..................................

Here's a sneak peak at my next planned series for all you 'A Cinderella Story' lovers out there. You are not prepared....😇

Gif by @dearabsolutelynoone

"You have no idea what it is like to be a tarnished jewel in a room of diamonds. You do not know what it is like to be constantly looked over, in favour of those who shine brightest. All I have ever wanted is to be the object of your eye, for you to look at me the way you look at Cressida..."

"You have no idea what you are asking of me-"

"I ask nothing of you!" You cried, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. The stinging sensation forced you to blink, your heart aching with every breath you took. Your chest felt heavy, a small choked sob breaking through your lips as you trembled. It was raining heavier now, your dress and coat soaked right through. You hugged your arms close to your body, sniffling softly.

"I have loved you for so long, Benedict. My heart has always been yours, but you have never truly seen me. I have spent two seasons as nothing more than a wallflower, constantly looked over and never truly valued, never truly loved...when you called on me that day, my heart soared. I felt as if a fairytale was coming true, that perhaps you felt something for me as I did you. But you only called on me to tell me you were courting...her, and it was then I realised that you would never see me that way-"

"Y/n-"

"I understand that our friendship means the world to you..." You choked, the taste of bile forming in your mouth as you spat the word harshly "...but I cannot in good conscience, continue to be your friend when my heart yearns for you, when I crave your touch so much that it hurts...when I know you will never return these feelings."

Your watery gaze met Benedicts, your heart breaking when you realised how dishevelled he looked. His dark brown hair now black in the rain, stray strands sticking to his forehead as his soft blue eyes searched your face desperately. His green coat had turned a darker shade, the velvet damp and likely now ruined. He released a choked breath, his shoulders falling as he spoke confusedly. "What are you saying?" He asked lowly, his voice soft and breaking, hinting at what your next words would be. He really didn't want you to say it.

Your lips parted, breathing in shakily as you tried to hold yourself tall. You didn't want it to end like this, you didn't want to let go. You swallowed thickly, the lump in your throat choking you as you replied "...I'm saying this is-"

Benedict closed the distance, cupping both sides of your face as he smashed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. Your eyes squeezed closed as you savoured this moment, the feeling of his lips against yours, his hands now tangled in your hair. The feeling of your heart breaking in two. You brought your hands up to steady yourself against his chest, grasping his coat collar greedily as Benedict deepened the kiss. His tongue clashed with yours desperately, you allowed youself to get caught up in the feeling of him before you gently pulled away, resting your forehead against his as you panted heavily.

"Please...don't say it" Benedict begged, his voice low and barely above a whisper. Another choked sob escaped you as you met his eyes, your heart aching as your grip on his coat loosened.

"Goodbye, Ben".

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[anjautembear]

Helloo. So this is my first post and I had this idea in my head after I listend to a song. English isn't my first language so sorry if there are spelling errors or sentences that don't make a lot of sence😅. I hope to the readers that read this like this as much as I do and sorry again if it doesn't make sence >_<. OKAY on to the story!!

Warning: Angst baby

Inspired by the song: All i want by kodaline

All i want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

He watches the door, hoping that she would walk threw it, greating him with that loving smile she always had, that still haunts him. He still hopes after weeks, but deep down he knows.

'Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die as a happy man I'm sure

He misses her, her face is starting to blur in his memory of her, but he wishes to go back. He wishes that he took her face in detail, if he only knew, that she would no longer be here, he would have printed her loving gaze in his mind.

When you said your last goodbye

The day of her death, is the day he wishes that never happend, the day that cancer took her from him, a sickness he so hates, a day that will haunt him forever.

The sound of a heartmonitor beeping in the background, the doctors and nurces shoes squeking on the floor outside, people talking, the sound of the wind blowing outside, the autum air blowing threw the curtains. Her favourite season.

But all those noises are blurred, for his soulfocus, was her, his beloved, his wife. He remembers holding her hand so tight for he feared she would pass to soon, slip from his fingers. His hold is tight but not too tight, for he didn't want to brake her. She was already thin and fragile. He still hates that feeling of her thin hand holding his and not the once healthy hand. Cancer was a true nightmare.

Her last words, the words that haunt him still, her fairwell greating, was a request. She requested that he should move on, marry another, find a new person that would treat him well. That she still and would love him. She hates that she is dying but does not want her beloved to suffer when she's gone. Her last and final words,

"You were a wonderful experience, I loved every minute with you. You were the reason for my every smile...I think...I'm ready to go home..with a smile and the memorys of us. Please look after youself...please."

I died a little bit inside

As his tears fall after she said those words, her final breath was taken, and she was gone. Like the autum leaves she so loved, her soul being carried away, back home. Her final smile with one tear falling, will always haunt him. His tears mimicking hers, but a waterfall. His heart stoped beating that day, like hers, for his heart shatter after she ripped the bandage clean.

I lay in tears in bed all night

As he lays in his ice cold bed, that no longer has her sent and warmf. He stares at the picture of their wedding day next to his bed. He still hasn't taken it off. His lifeless eyes staring at her bright smile, her wedding dress blowing in the spring wind. Memorys of her laughter, a sickening reminder, of his regrets of not marrying her sooner.

Alone without you by my side

He can no longer sleep, he can't, he tried multible times. But he can't sleep without her warm body next to his. So he holds her pillow, that no longer has her sent, the perfume bottle she once used ,empty after he used it to remind him of her.

But if you loved me

Why'd you leave me?

He doesn't know who to blame, himself, for not meating her sooner, cancer, a sickness that took her, or her, who left him a broken mess. A broken man who can't fix himself without her.

Take my body

Take my body..

All I want is

All I need is..

He felt like he should have been the one who left, he should be the one burried 6 feet under ground, he should be the one cold in the coffen, instead of his beloved, who didn't deserve it.

She was a bright light in a room full of dull lamps, he only saw her in a room full of people. But now she's a light no longer there, he is lost in the dark room. She is now no longer in the room full of people, he is surching, but she's already in the train of no return.

He needs her...but he no longer has her to save him

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

He tells himself he'll find another light, another person in the crowd, but deep down he knows that will never happen. She was the only 'somebody' he loved. But he'll try for her, he promised.

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Memorys flash his mind. The day they met, bumping into eachother, on a cold autum day. He remembers how pretty she looked, how her hair framed her face, her flushed cheeks in the cold air. Her smile. Her smile he so loved.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day he preposed, the ring that gleamed in the setting sun. Her tears of joy rolling down her soft warm cheeks he so loved to kiss in the morning. Her eyes gleaming, resembling the ring, the ring he will no longer use.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day of their wedding. Tears of joy and laughter in the air of close friends, but the only laugh he heard, was hers, his wife, his other soul.

Memorys flash now...regret coming back. The day of her funeral. The rain pooring down, her coffen laying there, her favourite flower ontop. Haunting him. Mocking him, mocking him that he will no longer be able to give those same flowers to her on valentimes-day.

Cause you brought out the best of me

A part of me i'd never seen

He never thought that he could be loved, he always saw himself as the worst version of himself. But that all changed when she showed up in his life unexpectedly. She showed him parts of himself he has never seen before. She changed him into a better person. He never new he had these sides to him but she showed him like a hidden chapter between sticky pages glued together that he hid.

You took my soul and wiped it clean.

He was never a relegious person but she came to his life like a saint and changed his soul for the better. She saved him when he was stuck in a dark void of emptyness and anger. He worshiped her love like a person in church.

Our love was made for movie screens

If their love life was a movie. He was sure that everyone would have loved her as much as he did. They would have seen how deep their love was, how inlove he was. But he geasses that not every movie has a happy ending. There love story had a plot twist not even he could see coming.

Ooh, if you loved me

Why'd you leave me

Take my body

Take my body

All I want is..

All I need is..

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

Like you, ooh

He promised himself, he promised you, that he would move on. Find somebody that would love him like you did, but he can't. He would have to brake that promise. He can't move on, you were his somebody...

Thank you for reading this, I hope this wasn't a bad story😅. Bye bye!!

Edit: Wow! I didn't think people would actually read this and like this post. Thanks for the love guys!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

[seungkwanniee]

TAKE CARE OF ME , I'LL BREAK

pairings : boyfriend!seungkwan x gn!reader

genre : angst

warnings : (episodic) depression , mention of starving , crying , reader is said to have pale skin , naked body (completely inncoent)

wc : 1.6k

synopsis : just you struggling mentally and Seungkwan is by your side

an : if don't know what episodic depression is, its basically depression but that come and go in period that can last weeks or months. !!!please, don't read if you are not comfortable with this kinda of topic!!! I hate the ending but I got tired of writing more...

〔masterlist〕

Seungkwan always know when something is off: he tends to look alot, especially when it comes 'bout you, he looks at every single move and can detect how you are feeling like you are an open book, which it's kinda like that for him. It's so easy to read throught the lines and since you two spend a lot of time toghter, even though he still lives with his roomate Jeonghan and you have your own apartment, he know your habits. You love to have your house all clean, every object at their own place, he even calls you crazy because, yes, maybe you care about it way too much. Sure you never been a lover of hanging out, you enjoyed more inside dates but you would never say no to him and his park dates, especially the long walks near the river talking about everything and nothing.

Now everything is gone: suddently, within a few days, you don't even leave the bed. The house is getting messier day by day, your bedroom floor was covered with clothes you don't have the energy to put back on the wardrobe that stands open since the last time you leaved the house. Some plates and glasses are laying on the desk or on the sidetable, dirty from the little amount of food you managed to eat. The rest of the house was like no one lived here, untouched, like no one putted feet on for a long time and it wasn't wrong at all since you leaved the bed just to not starve yourself completely. Your sleep schedule was insane too, you managed to sleep even for 13 hours straight and you still don't know how you've done that.

Everything was boring and plain, nothing interested you anymore, nothing had your attention. All you do was scrolling on tiktok, instagram or watch video on youtube that you drop not even after five minutes because they were boring as well. Responding to the messages wasn't even an option, the group chat was exploding with messages you don't open since the last four days. Your bestfriend wondering where have you been, and maybe she was gettin lil' angry too but, by now, you would care less. The most important thing was your boyfriend, the only person you managed to text a little two days ago.

<i'm not doing well>

That was everything your fingers succeed to write after you brain told you he was tired and leaved him on read. You know he wasn't angry, he knew everything and there was no reason to get upset at you but you can't help the tears running down the side of your cheeks while your eyes kept staring at the phone riniging. Your body deep down wanted to touch that stupid screen but your brain wasn't in you side once again, you just couldn't do anything like you were paralyzed. You were barely crying, no sobs were coming out from your mouth, just few tears staining your cheeks. You were crying, yes because you weren't answering the person who cared about you the most and making him worry over nothing, but you felt so useless. You were pity, you were pity of youself, how someone can arrive to this state? how you arrived to this state?

You knew that it's something that will appear again and again, but what worries you the most is that you'll never know when. A day you can be the most energetic person then the next day you wake up and you struggle to leave the bed, just 'wanting to sleep a little bit more', and then you find yourself doing nothing all day, and the day after, and the day after again. The difference was that this time you didn't had Seungkwan by your side since he was doing a world tour with his bandmates, with still four days to go. He always knew what to do in these situation, he knew how to make you leave the bed and having a shower, he would prepare a special dinner and eat it with you, he would sleep by your side in the messiest room ever. He was like you second mother, like when you were kid and had got a fever, he made everything a little lighter to deal with.

It was the frist time dealing with it all alone since you got diagnosed and you thought it would be a never ending circle.

[days after]

<love?> a sudden voice fills the soundless house, Seungkwan isn't really waiting for an answer because he knows you are mentally drained, it would just overwhelms you trying to do something that you can't really do in that moment. You were actually asleep in your room, once again that week, but at least it takes you away from the reality. It wasn't bad that you couldn't stop crying or something like that, it was just so empty. The emptiness of your mind was driving you so insane, it was like living for days, all alone in an empty white room.

The soft touch on your cheeks made you slightly jolt, but as you slowly open your eyelinds and flutter your eyelashes you already know who is the person in front of you. His smell is strong and recognizable even after few weeks you didn't saw him, his finger still tracing softly your pale skin that didn't touched sun for days, on his face a hint of a smile but from his eyes it was visible his concern for you. As soon as they landed back to Korea, he sprinted to your apartment that even his luggage were still with him, but he can't help but to be mad morried. He didn't heard from you for almost a week, and he was glad that this happened now, when the tour was almost over and didn't had to wait more.

He wasn't going to say it but your whole room smelled, and the frist thing was you so he istantly grabbed the situation on his hands.

<you feel like talking right now?> he tilt his head to look at your laying on that cushion for how long he didn't even wanted to know, the only thing that mattered to him wss you were now safe under him. When he recives a shake of head back, he nods <it's okay> his smile was wrapping your heart slowly.

<do you think you can stand up? i'm gonna give you a bath, don't you think you deserve it, babe?>

his voice was sweet like honey and so soft that just by that he could warm you up. You stared blankly to his eyes just thinking how can someone can be so sweet, how someone actually cared about you, how he would probably do everything for you that you actually forgot to give him a proper answer, as he can't read your memory yet.

<i'm lazy> was everything that came out of your mouth before adjusting your position to sit more comfortable. His brown eyes were stuck in yours, while his hands started to wandering more now. His thumbs were tracing your cheeks at frist when they slowly made their way to your nose, your warm lips to just to end up into your hair. His expert hands grabbed your pink hair tie to let down your hair that by now theu must be very tangled togheter: you even forgot the last time you messed with your hair, they just sitted here in the messy bun.

<i'll do everything as we always do, mh? you just need to relax under my touch> he moved out of the way the few lock of hair bothering your face after gently grabbing your shoulder, stopping your back from laying on the bed. As you sit down the bed his hands lowered until they met your hands too and then looking into your eyes, trying to give you the strength to move your ass from that mattress that was asking for mercy.

Unexpectedly, your arm wrap his neck, making him lower to your height when a soft kiss is placed on his pink lips. You missed everything of him, his sweet scent to his soft touch and maybe that was one of the reasons of your relapse. Everything was going bad since he left for his world tour, unisveristy was getting more stressing day by day and the multipe failed exam were getting on your last nerve, and don't even start with your social life, you were quenstioning about everyone with the work at the resturant as the waiter just adding fuel.

You don't even realize when you arrived into the bathroom, Seungkwan's arms were too comfortable that made you feel completely safe to not worry what you were actually doing. Your legs dangling from your seat while your eyes were lazily observing his moves. He kneels in front of the bath making the warm water fall and fill it, the hand touching the water every now and then to make sure the temperature it's good for your body after he returns all of his attention back to you once again. His hands slowly caresses your thighs while his lips lends on the tip of your nose laying there a soft kiss, his breath was so near your face making you shiver from the warmness it brings to you. You close your eyes for some seconds at the touch after opening them again just to face his smile. He helps you to get rid of your clothes, making him see yourself one hundred percent now. You're completely naked on his eyes, but not just literally speaking, you always show to him your weakest side and he always know how to take care of it, that was all that mattered to him. You dont even need other people when you have Seungkwan by your side: the angel in person.

[cheolinnie]

Feel Me

Requested!!!

a/n: he's so... perfect 😭

smut

a/n: i didnt propery proof read cuz i really want this to be published ~(>_<。)

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!!

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You've always been a supportive girlfriend; you attend all the concerts, music shows on your days off from work, and not once have you ever complained about Taeyong's job, because you know how hard he's worked for where he is today, and how much he loves his job.

But every once in a while, you throw that huge part of yourself out the window.

It's the times when you have to come home to an empty apartment, sleep in a big ass bed all alone, watch boring tv shows that Taeyong always finds a way to spice up with his jokes- its the only part of his career that fills you up to the brim with frustration.

Because aside from missing his warmth, and his overall prescence around you, his abscence also leaves you sex deprived.

"Fucking tour," you mutter angrily as your eyebrows crease together, your body desiring pleasure that your fingers just aren't bringing you right now.

"Fucking idol career," your middle finger teases your entrance as it circles around it, but honestly you're feeling a little hopeless because no matter how hard you can try and fuck yourself, it'll never compare to Taeyong's slender fingers, lenghty cock, or sinful tongue.

But still, you try; thumb rubbing over your clit, you push one finger in slowly. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and you give youself sometime to feel it, get into it, but- nothing.

"Oh for fucks sakes-"

A sound like a groan mixed with a high-pithched, frustrated, squeal leaves your throat as you roughly flip youself onto all fours on the queen-sized bed, the black comforter already all messed up becuase of all the squirming you were doing earlier.

Grabbing Taeyong's pillows, you position the bottom one on its side underneath you, the edge sending a shiver down your side as it brushed your sensitive clit. The top pillow, the one that still held his delicious scent (and the one you've been cuddling and sobbing into for the past week), you place where you imagine Taeyong's head would be as you ride his dick.

All that's left is hearing that raspy, sultry, sexy voice of his that could turn you on like the flip of a switch.

By the time he answers you'd already been riding the pillow harshly, hands gripping the sheets beneath you tightly.

"Hey babe-"

"Fuck Taeyong!" you moan out loudly, partly annoyed he took so long to answer, and also relieved you could finally hear his voice.

There's rustling on the line, and you imagine he's scrambling around for a quiet place becuase just those two words you moaned out, already has him rock hard in his pants. You wonder if he's wearing leather pants, because damn, those are suffocating, especially for someone like your boyfriend who gets very sensitive when he's got a boner.

"Shit baby- what if i was on the speaker phone and the guys heard you moaning like that? hm?"

Your head shaked as if he could see you, whimpers filling his ear the most definately have his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss.

"Tae, want you, need you so bad right now..." you rock yourself on his pillow, dipping down to burry your head into his other pillow to deeply inhale his scent.

The line was quiet for a while, and you just know he was palming himself over his pants at your whiney tone. He always liked when you whined, but his favourite? When he fucks you so good, tears start pouring down your pretty flushed cheeks.

It drives him insane; the thought alone could make him cum immediately.

"Baby? Are you riding your pretty cunt on my pillow, like i told you to do when your horny, hm?" his voice dropped several octaves lower, and you were able to soft gasps from him that just made your head spin.

"Ye-yes Tae... fucking your pillow right now, can almost feel your cock filling me up."

A groan sounds out from the speaker, "Fuck baby, im filling you up so good yeah? like I always do hm?

Nodding your head hastily, you moan out as your pace increases, Taeyong's words edging you towards the release you desperatley need.

"Can you feel me, angel?"

"Fuck yes Tae, can feel myself clenching around you..."

Another curse from your boyfriend, followed by a couple of lovely moans that bring your ears so much joy. Closing your eyes, you can imagine him alone, still standing but leaning against a wall, one hand stuffed into his pants as he strokes himself, fingers grazing over his tip that was leaking pre-cum, as the other hand clutched the phone tightly against his ear so that your moans could be the only thing he hears.

"Taeyongie." your voice was deeper, signaling that you're about to say something that might just make him cum straight away in his cargos.

"Can you feel me? My lips kissing your pretty tip before I take you into my mouth, sucking and licking up all your sweetness..."

There it was- Taeyong's knees buckled, and he had to catch himself before he slid down the wall.

"Fuck baby, fuck... are you gonna cum for me? you gon' make a mess all over my pillow for me?"

You throw your head in pleasure, your knot just mere seconds from from exploding as your fuck Taeyong;s pillow, your legs beginning to feel numb and shaky.

"Yea... gonna cum baby."

The raspy groan he let's out is what inevitably makes you burst, your orgasm washing over you like the walls of the world's biggest dam breaking open. The loudest moan leaves your lips, and that very sound, as it reaches Taeyong's ear, is what has him cumming in his hand painfully hard.

"Holy fuck-"

For a few minutes it's only both yours and Taeyong's heavy breathing, each of you trying to come down from your highs.

Taeyong is the first to break silence.

"You better send me a picture of the mess you made on my pillow."

A classic Lee Taeyong line, and like always it has you dropping your head as giggles pour out. One of your favourite things about your boyfriend, is that he always finds a way to make you giggle like a school girl after having just pounded into you like a madman mere minutes ago- it was somewhat endearing to him.

"Yeah? for what would you use it bub?" you smirk slightly as you pull on your shorts before snapping a picture so you could dump the pillowcase into the washing machine.

He scoffs. "Uh, to help me jerk off later? I still have another two weeks without my baby."

A heavy sigh leaves your chest as you toss the case into the washer, a frown forming on your lips. "Don't remind me please."

"Don't worry hun, becuase as soon as i get back I'll strap you to my thighs, and you'll get to ride me and feel me all night long..."

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a/n: WOAHHHH lets take a step back for a moment.

this is by far the longest thing ive written, i think im gonna have to take a break from writing smuts cuz damnnnnn

a/n: yall sorry for any spelling mistakes

[myjealouseyes]

Drabble request from can anon: can you do a harry x wolfstar!reader based off the song "Oceans & engines - NIKI" ?? if you haven't listen to it, it's about breaking up. i want some heavy angst🥲

A/N— thank you anon for reminding about this soulcrushing song, it’s going to be detrimental to my mental health. (Also two fics in eight hours? Win!)

Send drabble request here.

Part two

“I’m letting go.”

The words you’ve been trying to swallow for months now finally drag themselves out of your throat, leaving a sensation that feels oddly like the before tears sting. From your spot on Harry’s bed you see his shoulders stiffen, then drop. Like he’s accepted it, just like that.

“We’re miserable.” he concedes. “Have been for a while I think.” Something rips through you as you listen to him. It’s not true. He’s miserable, not you. It’s him who sleeps with his back toward you and can’t look in your eyes anymore. You still love him just as much as you always have, it’s him that doesn’t. Despite your immediate sense of betrayal, you nod your head. “R-Right…” you bring your knees up to your chin, not even trying to look at him anymore. The wall has a more stable sense of protection than Harry nowadays.

“Where does that leave us then?” Your voice is just barely above a whisper. “I don’t want it like this. I want to…be us again.” You hate yourself for how pathetic you sound. Like you’re begging a piece of youself to come back. One that’s already moved on. “He’s still my best friend,” a desperate thought sounds in your mind. “It doesn’t matter that dating didn’t work out.”

He finally comes turns to face you, still not meeting your eyes. They dart everywhere but. “I think we will eventually,” he’s trying, but failing to sound hopeful. That tells you everything you need to know. “We’ve just outgrown each other for a bit.”

A scoff comes tumbling out of your lips before you can stop it. How can you outgrow your best friend? Your first friend? The one that knows everything about you? The one that you’ve spent your life following behind? The one who you’d do it all again for.

“Yeah.” The traces of bitterness make Harry flinch. “Good,” you think. “Now he’ll know how it feels.” The silence that follows Isn’t something that can be cut through with a kiss and a hug. It’s stiff and uncomfortable, something you’re not used to while with Harry. You’re not sure if you’ll ever be okay again but you could pretend. You were good at that. You scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as a peace offering. Scrambling for some sense of normalcy, he accepts. He wraps his arms around you and the two of you just sit there. Saying nothing won’t make better, but talking will make it worse.

“In another universe, this would have worked.” He whispers after a while. All you can think about is how you wish it was this one.

[fruitstopia]

❝ save those tears away lil bunny ᵎᵎ ❞

꒰ pairing : mama'gatha x lil ! reader - no pronouns mentioned ꒱ to the anon who requested this... idk if this is silly enough or not. im sorry. im sorry for taking so long too :( also first fic here so teehee!! hope yall like it

youve been crying and agatha doesnt know what to do ! she tried everything and when she said everything she really meant everything.

she tried playing with you , she tried swaying , she tried taking you around the house , she went to google and found a list on what to do but none of that was working . she ' s growing terribly worried and . . well - guilty.

you see , the main reason of your current gloomy mood is because agatha told you that your favourite stuffie flew to las vegas and it ' s having the time of their life 'taking risks' so it doesnt know when it ' s coming back .

which is a lie to 'cheer you' up when in reality it ' s being washed and stuffed toys tend to dry longer than other stuff . it was funny for the first five seconds until she saw your lips trembling .

you being in a younger headspace didn ' t help and it being your most favourite made it worse so now she ' s stuck with a very upset little one.

" oh baby , what am i gonna with you " she looked down as you burried youself into her , tears soaking her mauve sweater

agatha looked examined your nursery , studying every single thing to find something to cheer you up . her eyes glanced over to the toybox she shoved down earlier making all of the things inside to pour on the carpet

various toys you ' ve chosen were there every single one have their own little story with you . different shapes and sizes , unalike materials and use though you love and cherish all of them .

after conteplating to admit defeat and give you the loudest rattle in the world that you somehow love so much - her eyes landed on a certain round fluffy tail that resembles a cotton ball.

Mr . Tails is an older toy of yours that she have gifted to you in the past , mr . tails have black beady eyes and soft grey fur but what ' s really special about him is that he doesnt have his lower body ! he ' s a hand puppet .

" ahh that should do it " agatha muttered to herself . she reached out to grab it while still holding you on her lap caused by the grip you have on her sweater - it doesnt look like you ' re letting go anytime soon , not that she wanted to either .

finally obtaining your old furry friend she slipped her free hand on him and test him out by moving his little paws and nodding his head

your whimpering was suddenly interrupted by a small tap on the shoulder glancing at it you were surprised to find an old friendly face

clearing her throat agatha let out a squeaky noise and Mr . Tails begin to move !

" hey kiddo ! " Mr . Tails waved at you his voice is slightly croaky and adenoidal " a little birdy told me you ' ve been really sad lately , what ' s wrong little one ?? " Mr . Tails asked you while making exaggrated hand movements . Give this woman an oscar right now for how much shes putting into this role

You sniffled and waited a second to take a deep breath before answering " m-my stuffie friend l-left me!! and- and they ' re never coming back " you broke back into sobs and you could feel mama ' s hand softly patting your back

" heyy heyyy!! you don ' t know that ! maybe your friend just wanted to see- pet theaters !!! yeah ! they have those there ! and they ' ll come back before you know it so , no need for those tears baby " Mr . Tails said as his little cotton paws leaned down to catch the tears falling from your face

" plus you have me ! and we can play all- " Mr . Tails' voice broke for a second before continuing " -all the toys you want ! and me and your mama will be here with you "

You look up to Mr . Tails then agreed about playing together , slowly your tears stopped falling and your smile came . Agatha patted herself in the back then made a promise to herself to never joke like that to you ever again .

Time passes before you know it and your eyes are drooping , after saying goodbye to Mr . Tails and promised to play again tomorrow mama tucked you in and gave you a quick bedtime story .

After kissing you in the forehead she was about to leave but you grabbed her hand making her pause her steps and softly said " thank you for playing with me mama , i love you "

Mama took all her might to not melt into a puddle then whispered " love you too " and. . . you drift off to dream land .

꒰ reblogs & likes r much appreciated ! any typos or grammar errors is my mistake so tell me when u see one ꒱ also happy holidays! & merry xmas if youre celebrating !! <3

[maxiroff]

I guess your not who I thought you were ~Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Reader is bullied in school and Natasha asks her to tutor her. They fall in love but is their relationship really as good as reader thinks and what happens when Natasha is put in the spot?

Ps. It’s a shit summery but it will have to do.

Paring: Popular Natasha x bullied reader

Words : 1756

Warnings: ANGST , bullying- mentally and a bit physical, self hatred, eating disorder, talks of suicide, self harm, no happy ending

Note: This is my firs time writing angst so it’s not that good and it’s kinda rushed. And again English is not my first language so there may be errors and I haven’t proofread it.

It started with you tutoring her in math and in english. You were the nerdy outcast that nobody wanted to be seen around with. You’ve been bullied since you can remember and while you tried not to let the comments get to you, sometimes they just do.

“God you're so fat you should just stop eating.”

So you did. And it worked for a while, until it didn't. Every time you stepped on the scale the numbers seem to go up instead of down and your clothes still seem to sit too tight on your body. As the weeks progressed you got thinner and thinner but it was in vain, the comments didn't seem to stop.

“You could at least put on makeup, it's no wonder no one wants you.”

So you did. You bought everything your money would allow, foundation, concealer, mascara, contour, a brow pencil and blush. But it didn't matter, you knew that whatever you did it would still be in vain. You would still be the joke of the school. Everyday you hid behind the mask on your face and every time you looked in the mirror as tears streamed down your face you could see how you were slowly fading away.

God why could you never be enough. There was always something wrong with you and the more people said it the more you believed it.

“You’re such a waste of space, you should kill your self no one wants you here anyway.”

They said as one of them bumped their shoulder into yours so hard you were pushed into a locker. Your arm ached as you could feel how tears welled up in your eyes. All eyes were on you, laughing as you ran as fast you could out of there. You could taste the saltiness of the tears upon your cheeks as you ran all the way home. It was all a blur but suddenly you were home, standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror. Your mascara smeared over your face as you tried to wipe away your tears. The longer you looked the more flaws you could see and the louder the voices in your head seemed.

“You should do it, you know they’re right.” “Your a disappointment to everyone” “Stop eating your so fat” “KIll youself” “No one wants you here anyway” “Kill yourself, do it”

“Aaahhhhhhhh, stop, stop, stop” You shouted as your knees gave out and you fell hard to the marble floor. Leaning your back against the tub you tucked your knees up to your body making you as small as possible. Resting your head on the top of your knees you finally let yourself let go.

“Please” you whispered as sobbs wrecked your body. You were so tired, so tired. When would it stop, why couldn't they just stop, you never did anything wrong. Maybe they were right, you would be doing everyone a favor anyway. You slowly lifted your head looking through your blurred vision for your razor blades. When you turned your head to the right you saw them laying in the corner of the tub. With shaky hands you slowly picked it up and brought it closer to your face, admiring it for a second.

If you found a big enough vein and made it deep enough maybe it would do the job, maybe. It was as if you were in a trance as you slowly rolled up your sleeves and brought the razor towards your arm. With a deep breath you dragged the blade in a perfectly straight line across your arm. Small pearls of blood slowly started to develop in the wound. One turned into many and the blood started to drip down on your clothes and onto the floor. That's when you seemed to wake up.

“Ahh fuck what did I do, what did I do, what did I do?” You quietly chanted over and over as you wobbly stood up and made your way to the sink. Panik set in the moment you realized the amount of blood you had lost and saw black dots in your vision for a moment. Fumbling with the first aid package in the cabinet above the sink you got out bandaids, bandages and rubbing alcohol.

Your eyes welled up again at the sting from the rubbing alcohol in the wounds blurring your vision once again. Carefully you wrapped your arm with the bandage and secured it with the band aids. Not your finest work but it worked for now. You made your way to your bedroom just wanting to sleep after the shock of what happened.

When you woke up the next day you had a text from an unknown number.

Hey I know this might be weird but I have been failing a few classes and I happen to know that you have really good grades in them and was wondering if you could help me?

-Natasha Romanoff, in your economic class.

That was almost three months ago now. Natasha was known for being the popular girl in school, always has been. You knew it could be a mistake to say yes given that she was also known as one of the school bullies. Which you knew all too well having been at the receiving ends of some of her comments. But what the hell right, it's not like life could get worse.

And it didn't. In the beginning it was quite awkward but it wasn't that bad. As the weeks progressed you and Nastaha got closer and she asked you out. You almost couldn't believe it but you said yes and it was the best thing that had happened to you. Of course in the beginning of the relationship you were weary of her intentions because of the nature of it. But as time passed you trusted her more and started to open up about your struggles with mental health and your ED. And in return she told you about her insecurities about being out to the school because she was afraid of being treated differently.

You helped each other and you told her it was okay to keep your relationship secret when she asked. Of course it hurt to not be able to hold her hand in school and not being able to walk her to class or kiss in the hallways like everybody else. But if that was the price that came with being with her, it was worth it, she was worth it. Your small but memorable moments were what counted.

For example yesterday it was your guys six month anniversary and when you opened the door for her she stood there waiting for you with a big bouquet of flowers. She also got you your favorite chocolate and she gave you a build-a-bear with a massage saying she loved you build into it. You had set up a romantic dinner for you and put the flowers on the table. Now it was your turn to give her your gift and you were nervous as hell for her reaction.

“Ehh so you know i couldn't really afford anything fancy but i remembered how you said a few weeks ago that you liked more personal stuff. So I made you this necklace, it has both our initials and I have a matching one.” you said as you carefully handed it over to her. You couldn't even look at her because you were afraid of her reaction. The silence was defeating. Why didn't she say anything? Maybe she hated it. Maybe she thought it was ugly, I mean it was home made after all. God this was a bad idea.

“Em you don’t have to wear it-”

“No shut up I’m going to wear it forever, I love it” Your eyes looked up at her shimmering with tears. “Really” You said hopgull.

“Yes really” she put her hand under your chin and kissed your lips softly. “I love you so much my darling. You are the most valuable thing in my life and I’ll wear this as a sign of that.”

You still could not let that memory go as you wandered the halls a few days later.

You knew Natasha said she wanted to keep the relationship private because she wasn't out to the school. And while you knew that might have been true you knew now that she finally was out that the real reason was because she was ashamed. She was ashamed of you. She didn't want to be seen with you. You could hear your own heart crack when you realized that. It hurt but you knew you could get past that because she meant that much to you.

You normally wouldn't talk to her in school, per her request, but right now you didnt care as you got closer to her and her friend group. She had taken off her necklace when she showered at your house and forgot to take it with her so you were just going to give it back. In and out, a quick exchange, barely any words needed.

You could see how her friends sent you weird looks as they realized you were coming in their direction but Nat hadn't noticed you yet.

“Oh look who it is, the freak” they all laughed and Natasha turned towards you. Her eyes immediately widened and you could see the panicked expression spread on her face.

“What the hell do you want?” Came from one of her friends but you just ignored them.

“Emm N-nat you forgot this at home” you said as you slowly inched your hand closer to her showing the necklace. She watched you with a weary expression.

“And why would I want to have that” she said with a serious tone as her friends laughed at her comment and you slowly drew your hand back in shame.

“I would never wear something as ugly as that, it's even uglier than you” this time she laughed along with her friends. Your eyes filled with tears at the humiliation and hurt as you remembered her promise to you when you gave it to her.

“I guess you're not who I thought you were” was the last thing you said as you turned to run away with tears streaming down your face. Throwing the necklace towards a trash can only missing it by an inch making it fall to the floor. How stupid of you to believe she would ever want you as much as you wanted her.

Part 2 here if you want a happy ending instead

[pupyuj]

[cw: g!p, dubcon technically but it was never specified, manipulation, corruption, oral, throatfucking, overstimulation, breeding]

forgot i was supposed to be a writer for ggs and not just yujin ya'll my bad 😍😍😍😍 SO HERE, HAVE A SSERA THOUGHT!

so like, maybe you're in this huge friend group of some mildly popular students in the campus and you have yunjin as this cool and funny older sister figure who, at the same time, you also kind of admire a lot bcs she's so talented and pretty and.. you get the idea! there's a bit of an age gap between the two of you with you almost being done w freshman year and yunjin nearly getting out of school entirely, so you find yourself depending on her a lot 🥺🥺 and ofc she helps you whether it was school, your life, your future, your current issues, etc... she will always be there for you!!

and you've become so dependant on her so ofc you would be comfortable telling her that you're a virgin.. no experience whatsoever and you've barely kissed outside of those truth or dare games back in middle school! and apparently this was enough incentive for yunjin to suggest 'helping you out' with that 'problem'... you didn't really have time to think on what she meant bcs by the next second, she took your hand and made you touch that big bulge on her pants and she was saying, "see, (y/n)? i'm well-equipped with this kind of thing... let me help you!"

🥺 little did you know, your yunjin-unnie has always had these dirty thoughts about you,,, and she was soooo happy she finally gets to make all her wishes come true... she was telling you about how she has always daydreamed about bending you over a desk, or fucking you against the wall, or touching your tits and everything that was so, so lewd while you were choking on her cock :(( you've never done this before, how were you just supposed to take all of her in???? 😔 but yunjin didn't actually care about guiding you through it all.. she just wanted to get laid :(((

yunjin completely just fucking using your mouth for her own pleasure :(( holding your head still and bucking her hips upward,, your pained moans and gagging sounds only turning her own more and more 🫠🫠 and the sight of you bent over with your cute plump ass up, humping the air.. aww, seems like you needed some attention... but yunjin has to come first :((( her using your throat to her full extent, completeltly disregarding the tears in your eyes and the way you clawed at her thighs just begging for her to stop or at least slow down but this yunjin-unnie was so different :(( and finally she was coming,, forcing her load down your throat and not giving you an opportunity to not swallow it all...

yunjin patting your cheek and smiling at the way her cum has spilled on your jaw, "good job, baby... now let's give your pussy some love, hm?" then she was taking your shorts and panties off,, she actually chucked your panties to her vanity table, muttering something about keeping it for 'future uses'.. PERVERT 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

her teaching you a few things :(( holding your waist and instructing you how to basically fuck youself into her cock,,, but she was so big, could she even fit inside you???? well, yunjin wasn't gonna take no for answer! she gets you started herself, putting her tip inside your cunt, moaning at your warmth before telling you to move,,,, and ofc you move... remembering what she taught you, bringing your waist up and slamming it down on her cock, screaming the initial pain and shock bcs of her length 😵‍💫😵‍💫 but yunjin insists that you keep going so you do,, repeating the same action over and over,, moaning loudly bcs it hurt so much, but also felt good...

yunjin taking matters into her own hands bcs you were so slow,,, gripping your waist and ramming into you in a relentless pace,, you shouldn't have expected anything else from her at this point,,,, screaming and crying on her pillow :((( but you were still moving with her bcs you wanted to come too :(( ofc you didn't know this so you were just thinking that you were nothing but a slut after all 😩 loving what yunjin was doing despite everything...

yunjin making you come so hard your legs shook,,,,,, but she was still using her hole bcs she hasn't come yet... and she does shortly after,, but again, she doesn't stop???? she wanted to breed you full of her seed. she doesn't want a single drop of her cum wasted so she keeps fucking your cunt in that same ruthless pace for hours on end, coming inside you over and over... 😵‍💫 and you're not begging for her to stop anymore bcs you've gotten used to her cock.. you always have been a quick learner! 🤭

okay but yunjin fucked you to a point where you felt like you needed to always have her dick inside you... so it was midnight and yunjin finally got tired after hours and hours of breeding you.. and there you are, climbing on top of her, waking her up in the process,,, telling her that you need her cum inside you again bcs you were starting to feel empty... and obviously yunjin will want to fill you up after you so politely asked like a good girl... so she allows you to ride her cock until both of you were shaking from overstimulation.. 🤤🤤

yunjin saying shit to you while she watched you bouncing on her dick so smoothly,,,

"heh.. i fucked you up in the head too, didn't i? you wouldn't even think of doing something like this when you woke up this morning..."

and it was so true :(( (y/n), the cute underclassman was gone.. you were just a fucktoy now :((( molded by yunjin to be her personal cumdump... 🫣🫣

[str4ngr]

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 [ 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟖 | 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

cw: suggestive, age difference, inexperienced reader, foreplay, teasing, illegal work relations/abuse of power, fem!reader

notes: a corruption kink is when one enjoys ruing another innocences/inexperience.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 was who you were placed under when you first join the task force. you were new, and it was expected that there was some distance between you and the team, but between you and john?

there was no line that wasn't crossed.

he was always by your side, even when you didn't think the situation was right. like maybe when you were ordered your first punishment run, he was running there with you because,

"just for fun, love,"

you smiled and nodded, he was your captain, who were you to ask? so you ran with him, conversing, laughing, flirting, with the struggle of cardio, but it was fun. It was an interaction that you never expected to occur so many time, albeit not during a punishment.

you didn't mind it, how he was always there, like a pillar, someone to hold your nervous hand. that was until that friendliness turned into something else.

so there you were, sitting on your captains laps, your back against his chest, gasping in pleasure. his beard nestled against your neck, a sensitive spot from his teasing bites. you captains hot breath fanned across your neck, his hands sinking between your thighs, ones now naked as he 'ordered' you to take your uniform off.

"do you know where you want me to touch you?"

letting out a shaky breath, you shook your head, nervous, teary eyes staring up at him over your shoulder. his cigar-nipped lips split into a wide grin, leaning down to gently coo in your ear, his rough fingertip pressing against your clothed bud. you jolted, gasping in surprise as his chest vibrated against your back, a playful chuckle making him grin into the supple skin of your neck,

"my, my, you sure are sensitive aren't you, love?"

you pant, eyes unable to tear away from the sight of his hand between your thighs. prices' palm was grinding against your clit, making you take sharp breaths, twitching at each circle of his palm.

"c-captain,"

whatever you were going to say was probably unimportant anyways, as his fingers met to pinch your clit, cutting youself off with your own yelp and whimper, confused by the strange mixture of pain and pleasure,

"shh," he cooed, "i know this is all new, but thats what i'm here for, love."

his voice was low, the lust in his tone tangible, making the hairs on the back of your spine stand straight, his other hand soothing your shaking lungs as he rubs your thighs. the captain couldn't help it was he looked past your confused, whiny face, staring at he watched his hands repeat his movements over, and over, and over again. his eyes shifted, a sly stare meeting yours, that same erotic voice groaning into your ear,

"now relax, let me teach you, sweetheart."

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i almost forgot to post this #grateful for tmmrs break

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

directory

[lino-youknow]

Withered Leaves

LEE KNOW

Warnings- Angst, Slight Smut, MDNI

Last Autumn- the season of love, holding hands with your beloved sitting on that bench, resting your head on his shoulders....looking at the dried and withered leaves on the ground.When you walked home, he'd hold you close to himself, so close it felt like you might melt and become one with him...

Cuddling on the couch with him when he sneakily put his hands under your top, tickling your stomach knowing very well that it was your weak spot.

He'd then cook your favourite dish to apologize for the tickling putting on a facade saying he was sorry(well he wasnt)...He loved watching you crumble under his touch...he loved your shivering when he touched your inner thighs...how desperate you became when his fingers were all inside you...your moans when he fucked you endlessly throughout the night.

Until he didnt...

He started coming home late and drunk obviously going through something.You tried talking to him but he always shut you up saying you were too clingy...The way he was...the way he acted..everything started to change.His gaze was no longer filled with love, just that plain dull look in his eyes...

You wanted to help him, change him...change him into that person he once was but maybe you were hurting yourself, hurting youself with expectations...expecting everything will be fine if you give it some time...

Expectation is the root of all heartache...

You waited...3 months and then it finally dawned on you...you can't help him but you can help yourself...you had to get out of this toxic one sided relationship...maybe once upon a time when you were both 10 years old, he had been your best friend and he had continued being one until last year when he finally confessed his feelings...maybe that was the problem...that is why he changed...maybe you guys were better off as friends...

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Present autumn- You were sitting on the bench alone scrolling through the phone....stalking his insta, he found someone else...she looked pretty...long hair, beautiful face and hot body...matching his beauty....maybe you were the problem, not him...

What if you were prettier, more understanding, sweeter?

Would he have not left you? Maybe you would still be the one in the photo...

You shed a tear unconsciously when someone calls you...

....... - Hey! Are you alright?

Yn - Yea, I am alright thank you

....... - Btw..I'm Kim Seungmin

He held out his hand. You shaked it unwillingly...but as you did you felt a jolt rushing through your veins,he seemed weird but kinda cute...you were tempted to stay and talk to him, maybe he could take your attention off him...maybe...

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[hanniebanggi]

i love you • j.ww

genre: fluff

not proofread ! this is so rushed, i listened to this song and just decided to write this. it 3 am here btw lol.

stolen stares, stolen glances.

that's what wonwoo and y/n were used to.

or they got used to it.

wonwoo's heart beats so fast as if he is running a thousand miles with every touch of their lips, with every romantic touch, the burning desire for each other.

"won, what are we?"

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean." y/n said as they lie down on wonwoo's chest, sitting on a tub full of water and bubbles. both naked and fragile.

"we're friends. you're gyu's sibling. of course we're friends."

y/n sighed as they stood up, leaving the bathtub, covering theirself with a towel and leaving the bathroom.

"really? you're unbelievable."

he wishes. oh, how he wish he could put a name to what the two of you really are.

fuck the bro code.

no.

fuck being a coward.

he loves y/n so much. since he first saw y/n when they moved in front of his home.

he knows he loves y/n. y/n knows that as well. and its just a matter of when he is going to say it.

its been 5 years.

"5 years. five years of sharing kisses, five years of fucking. and dont fucking tell me its all normal because i know its not. im not a kid anymore. say it."

"s-say what?" wonwoo said as he followed y/n.

"be true to youself for once! you've said it to me when you're drunk. why not say it to me now that you're sober?"

tears on the verge of falling, as your hands are clenched on the towel that's covering y/n.

how he hates seeing you cry. but he hates it more when he's the reason of it.

"i-i—"

ten seconds became twenty. thirty. a minute. no words came out after that.

wonwoo stuttered, standing in front of them with head hanging low.

"you know what? nevermind. how long do i have to wait? do i always need to beg for you?"

"im sorry."

y/n hit his chest, all the frustration, and the mutual pining that could've solved with just one word.

"i love you."

.

.

.

y/n said.

"that's all i want to hear from you. but it looks like i'm just wasting my time, no?"

"im sorry. im sorry." wonwoo's voice quivered, as if something pulled his heartstrings and completely broke it.

"and im tired. this is the last time im going to see you for this bullshit. i want you. but not like this! i want your love. i want it all. and i know you wanna give it to me but why can't you?"

only sniffles were heard. and footsteps leaving the house.

wonwoo sat on the bed as y/n left. looking at the piece of jacket that was forgotten.

"i love you. i do. im sorry im such a coward. im sorry. i wanna give you everything. i really do. please... please—"

his voice squeaked as he took the jacket and placed it on his lap.

" —come back."

stolen stares, stolen glances.

that's what wonwoo is used to. or he got used to.

as he clapped along the huge crowd. celebrating your engagement with his brother, chan.

as the crowd's cheer died down. wonwoo reached out for the two.

"congratulations." he said as he hugged the two.

"i love you." wonwoo muttered.

"you finally said it—" chan said after wonwoo removed his embrace.

"— for the first time in my life, i heard my brother say i love you to me,this is crazy.'

"thank you, wonwoo." y/n said.

"no problem." he said with a small smile as he looked at them.

'i love you.'

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - uhhh... so i lied.

genre: angst

[bat-mom-writer]

Death Bed

Reader (Mother) X Jason (Son)

Note: this is a short story about you dying, and jason comes to visit. So if you can't handle seeing youself dying, please don't read. But if you're looking for death, it wouldn't be in here. I'm not that evil.

(I don't own any DC characters)

She lay perfectly still on the medical bed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically to the steady beep of the heart monitor beside her. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her eyes were closed in a serene sleep. The room was bathed in a soft, sterile light, and the quiet hum of medical machines provided a comforting backdrop to the silence. There was a gentle scent of antiseptic in the air, mingled with a faint hint of her favorite lavender candle that Bruce had brought from home. The starkness of the hospital walls was softened by the vibrant bouquets of flowers sent by well-wishers, each bouquet a testament to her strength and the lives she had touched.

The window slowly began to open, letting in a whisper of the cool evening breeze that danced through the curtains. It was an unexpected sound in the otherwise muted space, and she stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to reveal the weariness that even sleep could not conquer.

Out of the shadows, a figure emerged, the crimson helmet reflecting the dim light of the room. She knew immediately who it was, despite the mask. "Jason," she murmured, her voice a mere thread of sound.

Jason, known to the world as Red Hood, stepped closer, his eyes hidden behind the tinted visor. He hesitated, his gloved hands fidgeting with the edge of the bed sheet. "Ma," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

She managed a weak smile. "Look at you. You've got bigger than your dad," she said, trying to lighten the mood.

Jason's expression softened, and he took a seat beside her. "How are you holding up?"

"As well as can be expected," she replied, her voice a little stronger. "You know how it is."

"Take this off," she whispered, reaching a trembling hand to his red helmet. "Let me see your face."

With a quiet click, the visor lifted, revealing the eyes of a young man haunted by his past but filled with the fierce love he had for her. She reached up to trace the contours of his jaw, the gesture tender and familiar.

"I'm so sorry," he choked out, the words catching in his throat. "I should have been there more."

"Don't," she said, her grip on his hand tightening. "You've always been here for me, Jason. More than anyone could ask."

He swallowed hard, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know you don't agree with the path I've taken," he began, his voice low and earnest. "And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for disappointing."

"Shh, shh, come here." she soothed, pulling him closer, ignoring the tubes and wires that connected her to the monitors. He leaned in, his head resting gently on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, the silence in the room thick with unspoken words and shared grief.

"I've always been proud of you, Jason," She finally spoke, her voice firm despite the strain.

Jason looked up, his eyes searching hers. "But the blood on my hands… I've done things…"

"I know, my love," she said, her gaze never wavering. "But remember, I will always love you, no matter what. You're still the boy who stole my heart with your cheeky smile and boundless energy."

Jason nodded, his eyes brimming. "I just wish I could take this away from you," he murmured, his voice thick with regret.

Her smile grew a touch sadder. "I know you would. I know."

Jason took a shaky breath, his hand tightening around hers. "Ma, please," he begged, his voice cracking. "I don't want to live in a world without you."

Her smile grew gentle, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "And I don't want to leave you either," she admitted, her eyes brimming with tears. "But we all have our battles to fight, Jason. This is just one more of mine."

He leaned closer, his face pressed into the fabric of her gown, muttering, "No, please, don't go. I'm not ready." His breath was warm against her skin, and she could feel the tremor in his body, the fear and pain he was trying so hard to hide.

Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, her fingers playing with the soft strands of his hair. "Shh, shh," she soothed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've got a whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it mourning me."

The sobs grew more intense as Jason buried his face into the softness of her chest, the warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. His shoulders heaved with the weight of his sorrow, the red helmet now discarded on the floor. She felt the wetness of his tears seep through the fabric of her gown, a silent testament to his pain.

"Please," he repeated, his voice muffled. "I need you."

"And I'll always be with you," she promised, stroking his hair.

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ Healing and Resting || Hantengu Clones x Reader

summary: asked by @hantengucloneswife : they asked how would the clones reacting to reader recovering from a skull fracture, and would the clones react and act around them.

a/n: thank you for being so patient with me, I really appreciate it! And I hope you feel better with your injury, please take care of youself uwu.

Sekido

Now he'll get pretty upset whenever you want to get up from the bed, to the point he would yell harsh words at you. "I told you to stay in bed! Why are you getting up huh?!" He yelled out, making to jump at how loud his voice got. "Get back in bed, you need to rest that awful injury of yours." Making you frown, as you try to walk past him he grabbed your arm and pulled you in front of him. "Are you stupid? I told you to rest!" He hissed, gripping onto your arm roughly making you whimper out in pain. He dragged you to your bed and forced you to lay down. "Now stay there." He said, and as Sekido dragged a chair besides you and took a seat.

As you lay there, he just sits there with his arms crossed over his chest. "Stupid human...and their weak bodies." He mumbled to himself, he was hoping you wouldn't hear but you did. Making you sit up. "I heard that.."

"Well good, I hope you did...stupid brat." His words made you frown, as you look at him you felt your eyes began to water up, and once he saw the tears roll down your face he felt guilty. He hated making you cry. "God why are you like this?"

He just frowned and rolled his eyes, he stood up and sat next to you. "I just want you to rest..is that so hard to understand." He said, wiping your tears away. "Could you please just rest." Making you sigh and nod, you didn't have a choice. Laying down "Could you at least lay with me?" You say, making him frown and but he sighed. Laying next to you. "Just rest.."

Karaku

At the moment Karaku was sitting by your bedside, he didn't let you leave his slight. He felt so awful, he wanted to beat himself up. The Clones were out on a mission and you were left alone in the house and a random guy came across your home and you were quite unlucky. But thankfully the Clones came right in time, they immediately killed off the guy. And you were left with some injuries but what worried him more was your head injury.

As he sat besides you, and you just lay there. You try telling him it wasn't a big deal but he didn't want to hear it. "No Y/N, you need to rest please." He said, frowning. Which made you upset. "But I'm okay, it's just a headache." Making sigh and shake his head. "No. You need to rest, you know how fragile the human body is! Please rest, I feel so guilty leaving you alone." He begged out.

As he was begging, you never saw him upset. He was on the edge of crying. "Hey please, don't blame yourself." You say, taking a deep breath and sighing. "Okay, I'll rest."

He just nodded and kissed your forehead. "Please, It would mean a lot to me. And I won't let anyone hurt you." He said, and with that he watched you as you feel into a deep slumber.

Aizetsu

His cries were heard throughout the whole house, he held you close to his body. He was rocking your body like a baby. As he was crying you just stayed quite as if you didn't want to say anything to upset him even more. "I'm so sorry Y/N, this is my fault. I should have protected you." He whimpered out, heavy tears stream down his cheeks. You look at him and frown, placing your hands on his cheeks kissing his salty tears away. "Please my Love, don't blame yourself."

"But I'm supposed to protect you, now look at you. I feel so ashamed! I'm a bad boyfriend!" He sobs out, you shake your head. "You're not, you're a wonderful boyfriend Aizetsu. Please don't beat yourself up."

He looks at you, frowning. "But my Love!" He began saying. And you placed your finger on his lips. "Shhh please, just hear me out. It's not your fault okay, it makes me upset hearing you blame yourself." You say, kissing his check. "Can you please just hold me?"

He just nodded and laid you down gently, and he wrapped his arms around you. "Okay, I'll stop blaming myself, but for now on I'm protecting you. Next time I won't let anything happen to you and that's a promise."

Urogi

He was pretty upset that he couldn't play with you, he really wanted to play with you. You were his playmate, as he watched you lay on your bed he frowns. "Ugh! This is so boring! How long is this gonna take!" He whines out, making you roll your eyes at him. "Oh come on now, can't you play with something else?" You say shaking your head making him smirk like a mad man. "But I prefer when you do it!!" He whines out once again making your cheeks turn red. "Oh god, don't start, that's not what I meant." He chuckled out and pouted. "But Y/N please!! I need to play with you!"

As you look at him you made a face. "You can handle a month without playing with me right?" You say, and he just shook his head. He was acting like a little kid throwing a tantrum, it was kinda cute. You sigh and shake your head. "Come on, just for a bit please?? Then once I'm feeling better I promise to play with you."

Making him smile, he leaned in and placed his tongue against your cheek and licked you. "Fine! I'll go play with myself!" He sighed dramatically.

[gilmore-angel]

if i'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too | aegon targaryen ii x reader

summary ♱ you've burned yourselves out, now all that's left is the dull ash.

warning ♱ not much, two sad bitches, mentions of wine and sex, super short and bad quality lmao.

note ♱ I wrote this in 30 minutes keep your expectations LOW. hee hee ha ha anyways! first time writing about aegon!!! I love this pathetic little slut. I will be writing a part two for my first time w/ aemond fic so look out for that soon!! anyways love u angels<3

important ♱ if you like this fic please reblog! it is at the end of the day the only way to truly help out tumblr writers. likes are appreciated, but this app runs on reblogs<3

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before you married, your chamber was a place of comfort. a place to relax, to unwind, to be who you truly are.

it's shocking how much that has changed.

since being wed to aegon, your chamber feels more like a place to fear than enjoy. it's become a place filled with unspoken anger. it's a place where countless pointless tears are shed into your pillow every night. it's a place that reeks of wine and self hatred. a place where the silence is so loud it makes your ears bleed.

yet you often find youself continuing to sit in your chamber and rot.

you sat on one of the chairs by the fireplace, staring blankly at the embers. even with the warmth just a few feet away, you felt cold, lifeless. a ghost stuck in her own mind, cursed to haunt herself forever.

the chamber door opens slowly, followed by a crash. you didn't bother to look, knowing it was your drunken husband. you hear his clumsy footsteps as he stumbles over to the fireplace.

he stands beside your chair, leaning heavily on it. he sinks of wine, cheap perfume and sex. you both stare at the fire, before he finally breaks the silence.

"do you hate me?" his tone is soft, slurred slightly.

you release a small sigh, "no..." you reply, your voice revealing how dull your spirt is.

he takes a deep breath, "do you love me?".

you stay silent for a moment, before sighing again. "no..."

he lets out a shaky breath, "okay..." he sounds defeated, but not angry. he clumsily sits on the floor by your feet, leaning his head on your knee. you absent-mindedly reach a hand down to fiddle with his messy locks.

even in moments of tenderness, that unforgettable dread still lingers in the air. dread for what? perhaps the future, or each other, but most likely yourselves.