#but quielty crying in his room at night

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I need a melodramatic teen romance AU where Tim has been in love with his classmate and best friend – Conner Kent – for years and, just as he's preparing to finally confess, Cassandra decides to introduce her new boyfriend to the family and its none other than the same handsome, wide smiling boy he had always wanted to call his

[yuyu1024]

Always waiting

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: secret relationship

Warning: 🔞 smut, needy, clingy, a little sad, cursing [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

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

Note: repost. Please check pinned post for more..

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 😊

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I'm lying down in the couch watching a solo camping vlog of some random youtuber I found while waiting for him.

The food I made, that's supposed to be our dinner, is now packed inside a tupperwear in the fridge for reheating tomorrow. Not even sure if we'll get to even eat it tomorrow.

The wine that I bought for him, the slightly expensive wine that he really really loves, is now in my hand. I'm drinking my second glass even though I don't like drinking.

The dress, the black halter neck cut-out midi dress I bought two weeks ago for this date night, is now in the laundry hamper basket. I accidentally spilled wine on it earlier. What a bummer.

The joy and the giddy feeling I had for the past three weeks is now gone.

I've been preparing and been waiting for this day to come for months now. Coz I thought that I would spend a lot of time with him since it's a big night for us. I thought he would consider adjusting his schedule for this day. As today is our second anniversary.

But I guess since it's already pass 9pm and he's still not here, he's not into celebrating 2yrs with me. I guess, it's just a not so important dinner for him. Though I can't blame him coz this is supposed to be a surprise. But still, we're supposed to eat dinner together. He knows that. We do that when he visits me.

I want to cry. I really do. However, I need to hold it in. If ever, only if, he still come to my apartment to drop by, he cannot see me like that.

An hour later, after my third glass of wine and finishing a few more videos on youtube, finally the door beeps. He's entering the code to enter.

"Oh. You're still awake?" He says as he taked off his coat. Then he looks down at the bottle of wine sitting on top of the table. "Why are you drinking?" He frowns. "You don't like alchocol..."

As he's loosening his tie, he begins to walks towards the living room. I scoot over the side of the sofa to give him space to sit down.

He looks tired. He exhales so heavily as he sits down beside. "Any trouble at work?" I say weakly and then begin to caress his hand while holding it.

"There were issues." He lays his head back, closing his eyes. "But luckily we resolved it."

"That's good to hear." I force a small smile even though he's not looking.

I'm still sad but I guess, he can't help but miss the dinner. Work is priority.

I let go of his hand and quielty walk to the kitchen to put away the wine and my used glass. "Are you hungry? Want me to make you anything or... I could reheat the dinner I had earlier."

"No thank you. I already had dinner..."

I pause as I finish washing the glass. "Oh, okay." I answer. "The whole team ate dinner?"

He didn't answer. I turn around to go back to sit beside him but I see him looking at me.

"Come here..." he says lightly tapping his thigh. He wants me to sit on his lap. "Facing me..." he adds

I do as he asks. I also pull my oversized t-shirt a bit up, exposing more skin to please him.

"I've missed you..." he exhales those three words as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into the biggest hug.

His face burried onto my chest. I took the chance to kiss the top of his head, "Me too... so much." My voice breaks a little at the end.

"I'm sorry for not visiting you frequently..." he mumbles. "I want to see you often... but..."

Hearing him say that breaks my heart even more. Just hearing him say, he wanted too but he just can't is painful and yet gives me reassurance that he really does miss me.

Yoongi and I barely see each other. Not like every couples out there. He's very busy at work and some other things in his life too. I want to beg for more time and attention but I know I can't. I just try to understand him. I just keep on waiting for him.

"I want to promise you more... but I don't want to break them..."

"I know. I understand." I answer

"Y/n..." he says my name as his hands roam around under my shirt. "Your skin is so warm..."

I tilt his head up to face me. "Can I kiss you?"

"Of course!" He snarls and immediately pulling me into a kiss without hesitation.

Fuck. I'm melting. His quiet moans as we kiss is making me feel a lot of things.   It's one of my favorite things in this world.

"Please..." I breathe, "Make... love... to me..." in between kisses

He didn't answer through words as our mouths are busy eating each other's lips. Instead his hand made it clear, it's a yes.

He carried me (still kissing me) and  make our way to the bedroom.

He's so hungry for me. I could feel my emotions building up just by the thought. We're going to make love tonight. Even though the dinner date plan I had in mind as a surprise to him failed, this, us, our bodies together is more than what I dreamed off for our anniversary.

I can't even remember how both of us got naked so quickly I was so into our kiss that the next thing I know he and I are already topless. Then its buttoms are the only once left

"You're so beautiful..." he says while spreading my legs apart. "Y/n..." he calls my name again

"Oh fuck!" I cry as he puts his length in me. "Y-yoongi!" I grab onto my bed sheets as he begin to move.

"Y/n!" He breathes lowering his body over me.

Our hands intertwined together, eyes gazing into each other and breathing in same rythm.

"I..." my voice breaks. I can't help but tear up. Not because of pain of having sex but it's the feelings I've been holding in since earlier. I can't keep it any longer. "I fucking... love you, Yoongi."

"I love you too..." he pauses for a bit as we both felt his length reach the spot in me. "I love you.... more than you know..." he kisses me on the tip of my now red nose. "I'm sorry for making you wait..."

"You're here now...that's what..." I clench onto his hands as I begin to moan uncrontrollably. "Ugh!" I arch my back as he slams into me stronger than earlier.

"Shit." He hisses, burrying his head on my neck. "Ah... aaaah... I'm coming."

"Yoongi!" I squeal as we both reach the end. "Fuck..."

We both collapse. That was intense but also very intimate. It was not the same as what we usually do in sex. This one is very meaningful. Well atleast for me.

he's catching his breathe but still had the energy to give my breast a few licks and kisses. "Y/n..." he stops to look at me in the eyes again. "Before... we go on and continue..."

I smile at his remarks. "Another round?" I give him a peck on the lips. "What is it?"

"I just want to say... again... I'm sorry for not making it to dinner and... happy anniversary...."

Fuck. He knows. He fucking knows!

"Happy anniversary!" I hug him and begin to sob.

"I know you understand our situation... but I'll try to do better next anniversary... okay?"

"Okay." I nod and just cry.

Yes. Our situation.

Our relationship is in a situation that we can't go public nor do extravagant things for each other. Our relationship is a secret. It must be hidden within the four walls of my apartment. No one can know about us.

Why?

Because..  he's married and I'm just his mistress.

[juicydemonbeetle]

one-shot

(it’s 2 hours into 2020 and I decided to spend that night writing down some bullshit! Here ya go.)

Beetlejuice was sitting on the windowsill, watching the scene attentfully. He’ve had an eye on the woman for quite some time now, ever since he managed to take a quick glance into the book of the soon-to-be-dead. Yes, those documents were usually strictly classified – Juno had found out that her son was trying to build contacts with the recently deceased – but even the famous Miss Argentina can slip up. Beetlejuice sometimes drops by to flirt with her, and every now and then she actually swallows the bait, letting her guard down, just long enough for BJ to get what he wants. In addition, the sex with her´s awesome too, so hey, double win! But right now wasn’t the time to think about sex, he had something else to do. Next to the window was a bed, and in it laid a woman not older than 40. She must have had blonde hair according to the pictures in the room but now her head was bald, eyes sunken deep into the skull, skin as pale as snow. “How do you feel? Somethings hurting you?” A man sat next to her, holding her hand. She quielty shook her head but even Beetlejuice was able to see that that was a big fat lie. “It’s alright” she answered, but not in regard to his question. She laid her hand on the face of her opposite and was able to give him a tiny smile, wiping away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. “You remember what… I told you?” The man nodded and a tiny sob escaped his lips before he buried his face in the chest of his wife. Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. Why do humans have to make everything so awfully melodramatic?

“I´ll always be with you…”

According to the now loud crying of the man, this were her last words. Beetlejuice stood up, straightening his jacket, putting a big grin onto his lips. Yeah, death sure is a sad thing for the living, but who cares; he just got another chance to find some new contact! Someone who could help him! The demon waited a few minutes, watching the man cry heartbroken into the chest of his beloved wife, until, finally, the women opened her eyes and sat up, looking down to her husband weeping over her dead body. By the time she had noticed Beetlejuice, he already had cleared his throat loudly multiple times. “Hi! Don´t be afraid, I´m-“, BJ started, but the woman interrupted him. “I know who you are.” The demon laughed. It wasn´t unusual for new ghosts to think that he was their father, grandpa, whatever, who´s come to take ‘em to the heavenly gates. “You are Beetlejuice.” The laugh froze in his throat and he looked to the woman with such confusion in his eyes that she was the one smiling now. “How in fucks sake-“ “I first saw you two months ago. It was already clear that I would die, so you’ve come to observe me, right?” She stood up, laid one hand on the mans head and watched him weep with sadness in her eyes. “You´ve come to ask me for a favour, but I have to decline.” “How in fucks sake!”, Beetlejuice repeated. That human knew his name and had been able to see him?! “I do have an eye for everything unusual”, the women explained “and I have very spiritual friends. They told me about you.” The demon grimaced. He already heard about some Netherworldlers who had built contact in séances with breathers, but thought it was just a story since his try to communicate with a so called ‘spirit worker’ failed miserably. “Don´t you wanna stick around with your family?” he still tried to convince her. “What about your child? Leaving her all alone here in this brutal world doesn´t sound very motherly to me…” Pah, as if he knew what motherly means. Nevertheless, the women shook her head. “My time on earth’s up, we both know that. My daughter will be fine. He promised me to take good care of her.” She smiled and sat down next to her husband, wrapping her arms around him for one last hug. A loud thump announced the arrival of the Handbook for the Recently Deceased and BJ picked it up, holding it close to his body. The overpassing of this woman would mean another failed attempt at finding somebody to help him, but it did not seem like he could change her mind… He handed her the book as soon as she stood up and without even opening it, she stepped onto the wall, drew a door and knocked three times.   “Goodbye.” she said. “And may you find your peace.” The door opened and dipped the room in a shimmery green while she walked through it, leaving nothing but a broken husband and a flabbergasted demon behind.

Beetlejuice smiled.

“Emily Deetz, you sure surprise me.”

[euphoricpixi3]

Defeated

(A/N): WARNINGS!: None

Paring(s): JUNGKOOKXREADER

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Summary:  “I’m scared that everytime I would look into your faraway look I would wonder if you’re thinking of her. I deserved happiness Jungkook. And so did you”

It was quiet. The only sound filling the room was Kookie‘s breathing. The sun was rising on the skyline of Seoul, making for the perfect view as she sat in one of the chairs in the bangtan‘s apartments balcony. You glanced at the sleeping figure for the last time before getting up and slowly without interrupting anyone you made your way to the bathroom. Your eyes met reflection of someone else. You couldn‘t believe that it was you. You didn‘t look tike the cheereful easy going girl you really are, rather tired, suffocated. You felt like a burden. But perhaps you were one?Coming to visit the boys just as their comeback started wasn‘t your wisest idea. They were busy 24/7. So that left you alone lurking in their rooms without even the ability to go and explore the city. Why? Your korean wasn‘t the best. So you just sat there, reading books, surfing the internet, watching the boys perform. Perhaps it wouldn‘t have bothered you that much if it wasn‘t for her. Nina. The girl Jungkook had loved before you. Or never stopped loving. That‘s something you were trying to figure out every night, watching the view of Seoul in front of you, being comforted by the breathing sounds of your lover.You didn‘t want to admit but it was true, even the army noticed. Jungkook and you were almost getting strangers. Kookie was always with her. Going for the late brunch, practice buddies, hell, they even became cinema buddies. You? You were kind of just there. Left behind. Kookie never seemed to notice that you were looking more and more tired. Of everything

.•••

After attempting to quielty make yourself a cup of coffee you saw Tae sit on the other side of the table. You shyly lowered your head before apologetically smiling. „Did I wake you up? Sorry“Taehyung shot up quickly after hearing your voice. „Have you been crying? Your voice is really raspy“You mumbled quiet no without looking at him. No further questions were asked when smiling Hoseok entered the kitchen. After greeting him, you and Taehyung started listening to Hoseok‘s dream. You being glad for his interruption. You weren‘t sure if you wouldn‘t breakdown if you had started talking.Soon every boy started to entering their kitchen. Must mean that in no time they will leave and you will be left alone.You slightly relaxed and leaned back when familliar arms wrapped around you from behind. „Morning baby. How come you‘re never in bed when I wake up?“ his morning voice sending your body all kind of signals. „How come you‘re never in bed when I go to bed?“ you asked jokingly but quickly regretted it when his grip loosen up. „Sorry“ you apologized.

•••

And you were left alone. Just like that. But today you decided that it was going to be different. You‘re going to attempt exploring the city. Perhaps you will even take cute pictures that you saw on Nina‘s instagram account. The streets of Seoul were busy. People getting from point A to B. You didn‘t want to look like a foreigner so you didn‘t turn on maps on your phone. For once you wanted to fit in somewhere. Even though deep down you knew it wasn‘t possible.After getting yourself a drink you noticed the sky getting darker. Has it been so low or is it getting cloudy? You wondered around the fast-paced streets, two times stopped by foreigners who gladly asked for ways to the shopping centre or cinema. You knew how it felt to be lost, hell, you were lost everyday, so you were happy that you‘ve helped someone. For once you felt at ease. There were no Nina, Jungkook, boys, staff. It was just you. Y/N.

•••

Your happiness were crushed down when you stepped into boy‘s apartment. Every single one of them with their heads lowered down.Jin snapped his head up when he heard the doors closing. „Y/N“ soon you felt drowning in the embrace of Jin. „We were so worried about you. Where have you been?“You were taken back by the sudden questions. Were they really scared because of you?You smiled at them before starting to talk about how proud you were of yourself for getting out there on your own. Until your face dropped yet again.„What‘s wrong?“ Jimin asked looking at you questioningly. Your eyes scanned the apartment. „Where‘s Jungkook?“You could see them shift uncomfortably, none of them looking at you. „He‘s with Nina“You took out your phone, seeing missed calls from boys but zero from Jungkook.“Are you okay?” Your mind was racing, were I just a rebound? Did Jungkook even love me? “Of course” you answered with trembling lips. , fake smile splattered on your face.You were okay, right?

***

It was past the midnight when you were left with only Namjoon in the room. Still no presence of your boyfriend.Namjoon was a wise man. Everyone knew that. That’s why it was so good to talk to him, he always knew what to say. “Are you tired?” he asked slowly standing up. “Because I will be heading to bed” you shook your head smiling. “Y/N? How many hours do you sleep? You look really tired?” he told you worryingly.If being honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you had full sleep. “8hours?” you shrugged your shoulders. “A day?” Namjoon was surprised you slept that much. But his face fell down soon you answered “A week” After promising that you would go to sleep soon even if Jungkook won’t show up, he started heading to his room before turned around. “And Y/N?” You looked at him questioningly.“I want you to know that it’s okay to be selfish sometimes. It’s okay to save yourself” without another word he stepped into his room.It’s okay. You reminded yourself.

***

After what seemed like another few hours Your gazed were torned away from computer’s screen when you felt someone walking in the room. Turning away you saw Jungkook laying down in bed. “So is this how we’re going to deal with everything? Just ignoring it?” you asked chuckling. “What are you talking about?” he lazily sat down. “Perhaps the fact that you spend every single day with Nina? Not to mention that you just came at home..” your gaze shiften to the clock on the wall “at 3am”.“Y/N, calm down. Don’t make it such a big deal” Jungkook groaned. “But somehow you get all mad when I text my friends” you bitterly chuckled. “Really fair and mature Jungkook”“What’s your problem Y/N?” he asked, his tone getting louder.“My problem is that you’re not fucking here, Jungkook. You’re always with the boys, friends, Nina! I had to listen to the fucking ASMR your fans made so I would remember what your voice sounds!” Jungkook was taken back by your sudden outburst. Both of you were sure that the boys could hear you.“Do you even love me?” you asked, sounding so defeated and tired. Jungkook was in pain just listening to you. Had he really caused this pain you were feeling?“Y/N. Of course I love you.” He stepped closer to you “But you know that I…” you didn’t let him finish before interrupting him “But you love her just a little more”His thumb wiped the tears rolling own your tears. “I’m so damn scared Jungkook” you whispered looking into his chocolate eyes. If you weren’t crying yourself, you would have seen Jungkook’s eyes filling with tears.“What are you scared of?” he asked resting his forehead against yours. “I’m scared that everytime I would look into your faraway look I would wonder if you’re thinking of her. I deserved happiness Jungkook. And so did you” you whispered, before getting out of his grip. “Please, Y/N, don’t”

<Changing POV>

She had two options left. One. Stay in his warm embrace forgetting the other parallel universe surrounding them. Or two. Turn around and walk away. Leave her world, the only boy she had ever loved with hope that forgetting her first love is easier than people say. And just like that, with the last breath she took, she turned away, knowing she won’t ever meet him again. Her body felt like every single bone is being broken by invisible power when she heard Jungkook choking on his own tears. She wanted to run back, hug him and whisper how much she loved him but she didn’t instead she whispered her last sorry before opening the doors.

***

It’s been awhile but she still felt somewhat trapped. Though it was different this time. She felt trapped in the loneliness she was feeling everyday. No matter how many times she had tried to drink that feeling away, or how many guys she had been with since she walked away.The new guy she met at the club kissed her neck, moaning the name, she had random picked. They were laying on her livingroom’s sofa. It wasn’t comfy, but she didn’t care, she didn’t want to sleep with these random guys in her own bed where the last time she had sex was with Jungkook. Where she had actually felt something. Love, lust, comfort. His strong embrace always felt like home.Sudden rush of disgust made her push the poor guy away. “Is something wrong babe?” His confusion was clearly heard in his raspy voice. “Don’t call me that” she said harshly. “First you cling onto me and then say to get away” he chuckled. She knew it was true. That’s exactly what she did. To him, to the last five guys she tried to sleep with. “Just leave me alone.” She said before covering her bare skin. Without any wishes to be exposed. “Whatever bitch”.She let out loud shriek when she heard the door closing. What was she doing? This is not the way to get over a guy. But deep down she somehow knew that it was impossible. He was like a disease taken over her body. Her whole self.

Trying to wash away every single print of that guy’s hands roaming her body silent tears started to roll down her chubby cheeks. No matter how much weight she lost she never lost her chubby cheeks. But Jungkook loved that. He would always poke them or kiss them. He almost made her like them. Almost.While drying her hair she heard the radio operator mention the boy group taking over the world, tickets gone within few minutes. This couldn’t be..Loud sound echoed through her empty apartment when when the hairdryer smashed into pieces on her bathroom floor. “Canada is welcoming BTS in two weeks!”

***

She couldn’t believe that she’s buying a damn ticket for their concert in Canada. “What on earth am i doing?” She thought before writing the numbers of her card.After so many months she will see Jungkook. Why? She needed it.

***

She was wearing oversized sweater with black cap on. She just wanted to see him. Not him to recognize her. She did get a vip ticket though, the one that involves soundcheck. She paid more than her wage for that one piece of paper(A/N: ME AF). They better make it worth it she joked with herself. But she knew they will. They always make it worth it for their fans.

***

Her outfit was so simple that she even heard the girl next to her whispering how ugly she looked. But she always chose comfy. And Jungkook loved it. It was his favorite side of her.She gasped seeing how big the venue was. She wanted to hug the boys and congrats them of going so far. Finally their work had paid off. But that wish was impossible. For now...

***

The boys were wearing simple outfits for their soundcheck. No fancy clothes. Every single one of them looked so damn happy except for one. Jungkook. He looked tired. Skinnier. Of course the fake smile still plastered on his face. But this was just an illusion, she felt frightened for him, especially when she remembered what happened to him in Chile, when he collapsed because of his exhaustion.But he wasn’t feeling this way because of exhaustion, no, he couldn’t sleep at night without her, that’s why he would always sleep with one of the boys. He couldn’t go listening to their song without breaking down. He was a mess. But still every piece of him thought that he deserved it. Didn’t she feel the same when they were together?She swore she felt his gaze on her already few times. But there was no way he recognized her. Even her own brother didn’t recognize her few weeks ago. She enjoyed listening to their voices echoing through the huge venue. But the peace faded out when the soundcheck was almost over so every single army started to push each other for a better view of the boys. Soon Y/N’s cap was snatched away and the whole world seemed to stop when two pair of eyes met. “Y/N?” “Shit shit shit” she thought before quickly turning away, almost running towards the exit. She felt the chaos building up in the venue before she ran out of the arena. The rain was stronger than before but she didn’t care, she needed to get out of here. She hurried down the pavement when she heard loud screams of fans standing outside. Shouting Jungkook’s name. Her steps became bigger, but within few of those she felt tired. “Y/N!” she gasped when she felt familiar hands tucking her wrist. Turning around she saw Jungkook. Her hand caressed his cheek. “You look tired” her whisper was so silent but he heard her. “I’m so sorry Y/N” he said through tears. Grasping for her touch as if it was his oxygen. “I’m so damn sorry” he didn’t care that they were standing outside while hundreds of fans were watching them. Or the fact that they were standing under the pouring rain. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wrapped her hands around him. Trying to calm him down. While he burried down his head in the crook of her neck. “We’re all right.” he quietly said. “You and me. Okay?” her chest ached and she nodded. “Nothing else is all right” he looked straight into her eyes. Getting closer by every breath they take. “But we are”And then she did the simplest thing in the world. She leaned over and kissed him. And the world cracked open.

[kylosrehn]

Person A of your OTP is up with the baby at night telling them how they met Person B while Person B listens quielty outside of the room !?!

She registers the faint sounds, catalogues them somewhere in the back of her mind. Ophelia listens, takes it in without opening her eyes.

There are other things too—the rustling of sheets, a weight shifting on the bed followed by a vast emptiness. The padding of feet across the floor.

A moment of silence, then more sounds, quieter than before, drowned out by the distance. The creaking of a door as it opens. Muffled speech, something low and quiet.

Slowly her eyes slide open. She blinks, waits for them to adjust to the soft morning light streaming in from the window. It’s barely dawning and she doesn’t have to be up for at least another two hours, she knows.

Still, Ophelia finds her curiosity outweighs her fatigue.

She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, rolling her shoulders, feeling every vertebra as her body stretches, before grabbing a satin dressing gown off the back of one of the chairs and shrugging it on as she leaves the room.

Predictably, Ophelia finds Leopold in the nursery, leaning an elbow over the edge of their daughter’s crib. His free arm dips into the crib as he reaches out to card a hand through her hair.

There’s a burst of warmth in Ophelia’s chest as she leans against the doorframe to watch the scene before her.

“I looked up to find the most beautiful girl taking a seat beside me. She smiled at me, wide and sweet, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds.” Leopold murmurs, shaking his head at the memory. “I’d never seen anything like her.”

Ophelia’s lips curve into a smile at his words and she can’t help but roll her eyes at his subjective interpretation of the story. Surely his first impression of her had been at least slightly dramatized for storytelling purposes.

“We had practicals together in the lab.” Leopold continues. “She kept me on my toes. It was impossible to get complacent around her. She’d smile at me sometimes—this sharp, deliberate upturn of her lips when she proved me wrong. It wasn’t malicious, just amused because — I told you so.”

Ophelia presses her knuckles against her lips to stifle a laugh.

“She never failed to surprise me. Every time I thought I had her figured out, she’d do something that left me speechless.” He chuckles softly. “Kind of like you, actually.”

Leopold leans down to press a kiss against their daughter’s forehead. He lingers there for a moment longer, gazing lovingly at the baby, before turning away.

“Ophelia?” He doesn’t hide his surprise at the sight of her leaning against the doorframe. “How long have you been—?” He asks, crossing the room and slipping an arm around her waist.

“Long enough.” Ophelia says. She frowns suddenly, looking troubled as she leans her head against his chest.

“Was she crying?” She asks and it’s hollow, like she already knows the answer.

Leopold hums, running his hand up and down the length of her arm in a soothing motion.

“I should’ve been there.”

“It’s not your fault.” He tells her softly, lips brushing against her bare shoulder. She nods at that, still feeling a pang of guilt bubbling in her chest as he leads her back into their bedroom.