#he is so beautiful I cry cry cryyy

[stargirlfics]

I’m sorry FIANCÉ??? Did I miss something are congratulations in order??

🥹☺️ Yesssss babes fiancé!!! Oops i guess i should have made a little post because it’s been almost the whole month dhdjd I think we’ve been caught up in enjoying the excitement of it but YES my lovely, wonderful boyfriend who I have known since we were about 9 years old proposed to me on my birthday!

We had already had my birthday cake and i was distracted just mingling with some friends we invited over for my party and I didn’t know until later but he had his brother sneak in another cake through the backyard and it said “Will you marry me?” but I was so excited about more cake like okay someone brought another cake just for me to have? YAY! I full on didn’t even register what the icing said until he was kneeling down and I was like OH MY GOD! 🥹💕

He made it so sweet and special I think I gasped and went omg omg and then started crying a little and then almost burned myself cause I rushed to hug him after saying yes and the candle on the cake was still lit lmaooo but we blew it out together and I got to celebrate the rest of the night with my family and friends there it was sO great

And since I’m utterly obsessed with it, here’s the ring! He customized it to have pink stones because I love pink so much and he had the inside of the actual band engraved I could cryyy, it’s beautiful and I am so happy every second I get to wear it!

[justanamesstuff]

Holiii!🫂💖

Could you write a blurb of Matty's reaction to Amelia's first day of school? Like trying not to cry but failing at it because his baby has grown up really fast and she's starting a new chapter in her life🥺💖

Holiiii 🥰 A/N: Omg you just want to see me cryyy! 🥺🥺

Matty was feeding Arthur. Well, that was half the truth. He was really trying to feed his youngest. Archie was on his high chair, with his eyes half open and a plastic cup attached to his mouth. Matty was sitting beside him, holding the cup, making sure he doesn't make a big mess. His little baby looking sleepy and cute. Matty's mind drifted inevitably to Amelia.

Mel was upstairs with Y/n making sure her uniform was neat, and her bag had all the new books, pencils and all what she needed. Matty could hear her sweet and innocent voice chatting away. She was excited, Matty's heart swelling a little. He wanted to keep her inside the house with him, he didn't want her to grow up any more. It was inevitable.

"You're not going to betray me, right?" Matty asked Arthur, the boy only opened one eye wider and proceed to close it again. "We...the boys of the house...have to stick together!" he continued.

"Daddy, stop." Arthur whined, making his father chuckled. His baby hated mornings.

"I love you."

"Love you." the little boy mumbled back.

The sound of feet running closer to the kitchen startled Matty. Amelia stopped at his side. Her father left the plastic cup on the big table, turning to give her his full attention.

"Look, daddy!" she took a turn, so he can see her uniform and her hair styled for the occasion.

Matty tried really hard to contain the tears inside his eyes, Amelia looked so grown up and beautiful. His heart sank, his lips quivering visibly.

Amelia's face dropped. "Daddy? What's wrong?" she asked, coming closer to him.

"Nothing, baby." he caressed her cheek.

"Are you sad?" she titled her head. Matty smiled while his eyes continued to stream tears.

"No..." he stopped to think. "I'm just going to miss you, mel-mel."

"Oh, daddy!" she exclaimed, rounding him as best as she could, since Matty was still sitting on a chair. "Mommy says it's for a short time, and then I'll be back home to play with you and Arthur." She was so mature for his own liking, his smart girl.

Matty fell to the floor, rounding her with his arms. "I know, baby. We'll be here waiting for you to tell us everything!" he tried to cheer himself a little because Matty was far from crushing this special day for her.

"Okay, time to go." Y/n showed up in the kitchen, taking in the picture in front of her eyes.

Matty and Amelia hugging on the floor, while Arthur was passed out in his high chair. The latest made her laughed out loud.

"Come on, my dears." she kept talking, approaching Archie and taking him in her embrace. He didn't startle much. "Are we okay?" she asked, mostly for Matty.

Amelia turned around, staring at her mom. "Ready!" she screamed.

Matty pulled a face behind his daughter that warmed Y/n's heart. She was moved by her oldest baby starting school, but Matty was the one not taking it very well.

"Mhm." he managed to say, standing up.

"Okay, let go then."

Amelia turned again, taking Matty's hand without asking. She started moving towards the door, pulling him with her. Matty obeyed her command. Y/n admired them from behind, with Arthur snuggling closer to her neck. She left a kiss on his hair line, going after to brush his curls back.

[missyourflight]

some stuff i read and watched in december:

the buccanneers: never really hit the heights i wanted it to and most of the cast was not great! but kristine froseth is always watchable and kate winslet's daughter is darling, most importantly scotland doubling for cornwall was beaut. as ever god bless apple for spending money on nonsense

slow horses (s3): i don't know when river cartwright became my shit friend i'm unreasonably fond of but here we are! jack lowden v funny this season and i don't think it's just because i've decided he should be lymond in the billion dollar apple tv series that isn't happening and probably shouldn't bc who else is even blonde (harris dickinson?? i haven't seen the iron claw yet)

monarch: legacy of monsters: i started this and then due to my bad personality decided i had to watch all of the ~monsterverse for context, therefore godzilla december. strong threesome energy in the flashbacks, can't argue with wyatt and kurt russell playing the same character decades apart etc, love a disaster lesbian in crisis etc

~monsterverse interlude: most of these were silly, godzilla: king of the monsters was actively bad, godzilla vs. kong somehow my favourite due to the askars/rebecca hall (long beloved) combo plus all the neon. hollow earth let's go baby!

tokyo godfathers: loved this! love miracles in the city during the holiday season, love to listen to three different podcasts talking about the nuances of trans rep in subtitle translation etc

godzilla minus one: godzilla december! this one made me cryyy, the godzilla theme goes so unbelievably hard, cutest sweetest baby in the world, was incredibly happy to be emotionally manipulated by the endings etc

not going to get into all the christmas film rewatches but: coward's edit of the family stone (repeat the sounding joy!), crying at both little women 94 and little women 19 as per, moonstruck forever, bridget jones' diary colin firth the most sexually appealing colin firth 2 me etc

the wind rises: catching up with miyazaki before the boy and the heron and straight into my ghibli top 3, the love story stuff absolutely floored me

how to have sex: absolutely devastating god

the boy and the heron: very weird and beautiful and sad - saw the dub (robert pattinson you wonderful freak), seeing again with subs this week

jon krakauer, into thin air: a personal account of the everest disaster: i got about halfway through the first chapter and had to stop and ask my dad what the hell he was up to trekking to base camp on his own in the seventies. gripping, chilling, tragic

rose lerner, sailor's delight: rose lerner one of my favourite romance authors (true pretenses i love you forever etc), m/m age of sail romance set around the jewish high holidays with SO much longing and yearning my god

lizzie huxley-jones, make you mine this christmas: fun christmas romance - fake dating but she falls in love with the guy's sister! - that made me burst into tears like five pages in for reasons entirely unrelated to romance or christmas. a 2024 project for soph etc

barbra streisand, my name is barbra: did the audio version so even sped up i reckon i spent at least a full day and a half with barbra. as ever the parts about making things and artistic choices were the best parts, i respect her energy re: including every nice letter or compliment she ever received (my version of this would be reproducing nice ao3 comments etc). wild to me that she spent like 3 decades beefing with larry kramer trying to adapt the normal heart (with bradley cooper at one point lol) but i have to disagree with her impulse to tone down the gay sex to avoid alienating straight people!!

i am not here really but i was proud i managed to keep these little roundups going through the year so. happy new year friends

[one-strugling-bean]

OFMD Random Commentary (Ep 9)

Aw, he called him sweetie...

We trusted you Frenchie!

Bit of fan-fiction, I see

They're both confessing to the crime, what soulmates

Izzy's little wave to Ed during the trial was so soft, omg, is he expecting to be forgiven later

Badminton is still a great name

"The bill has come due" *proceeds to whine to not be killed* I love Stede

Everyone clapping over Ed punching Izzy - this crew truly represents the fandom (i hope)

Act of Grace is such bullshit though. As a thing that existed in real life. Makes sense, but feels so much like cheating

Everyone joining in to save Stede is so sweet, I wanna cryyy

"Calm down, Mr. Wavy Blade!" Have I mentioned how much I love Stede yet

"We talk it through,- " "as a crew!" Oh yep, I'm crying ;-;

Damn, Ed really threw it all for Stede huh...

Did... Mary really claim him to be dead?

His beautiful beard........ Nouuuuuuu

Salt-and-pepper beard is an equally great name

I don't really buy that Ed is that okay with everything, but I'm glad he's keeping his cool at least

God, Izzy's such a bish

"And what makes Ed happy?" Ohhhh you set yourself up there, Stede, admit it

Oh fick they bactyqlly kissedb, omg!

(decided to keep all the spelling errors, to further demonstrate my immediate reaction)

This scene was everything... I know shit will hit the fan eventually, but for now, I'm just happy for them

Yeah, Oluwande is the best choice - it makes me happy how quickly they all accepted it

Wtf, how did Badminton get there??

(heh, Badminton)

Oh my fucking god, you gotta be joking

Nou, don't leave him on the dock by himself.......

Do me a favor, don't go back home.....

Soooooooooo, some stuff happened.

Ahhhh, I hate it when I'm right

Fuck this show. Im gonna throw a tantrum

I might be feeling slightly sad at the moment as well. Maybe.

For the record, I'm not really expecting things to get better next episode, just further-y worse.

But I'm curious as to how.

We'll see. Hopefully, it won't be bad enough to cry.

[chilling-seavey]

Strap in, people. Di delivered lengthy George content (for ME???) so I will be writing a lengthy comment.

Right off the bat: IM THERE. No holding back, right into the symbolism, the metaphors. And “The space between you feels like an insurmountable chasm”?? So what if I throw myself into said chasm???

The maiden name jump scare got me spraying him with a squirt bottle – plz don’t do that ew

“What’s next for you” dude that felt heavy. So simple, so heavy. Like what is life without him now? Standing there on a precipice of new everything and it’s like…how do you live without what once was? A whole reconstruction of your identity – right into “You probably won’t have time to stop by with your busy schedule.” 👀 yikes

“The career that once bound you together now stood as a formidable barrier, leaving you feeling like a secondary consideration in the grand scheme of his ambitions.” This WHOLE PART, these few paragraphs, MWAH. My GOD the depth is astronomical. The perfect balance of description, emotion, and not rambling on. Three paragraphs of perfection.

“You don’t need to apologize. I suppose I should apologize for intruding on your well-laid plans. You always wanted a world championship under your belt, and I genuinely hope you achieve that soon, without having to worry about me.” Jesus, fuck, Di, do you MIND????

Reading this and my heart is aching already. It’s this melancholy instead of the usual trope of yelling-anger that hits so much stronger. I feel every beat. My gosh.

The whole making dinner scene reads like a movie for real. The ease of movement, the grace, the hints of tension that simmer in the background. It’s loaded and cinematic.

THE HAND KISS STOP – something so simple and yet it had me gasping out loud

DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD the under the table moment im (s)CREAMING

“This,” his fingers hold your left hand, grazing his thumb over the ring still adorned on your finger, “stays on. Just for tonight.” I CANNOT DO THIS DI I CANT OH MY GOD

Bruh the ‘sweetheart’ makes me WEAK

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO KEEP TYPING IN THIS COMMENT SECTION IM JUST SO- I swear to God this may be your best work to date. Maybe I’m biased? Maybe ‘practice makes perfect’? Maybe it’s the depth of these characters that feel like more? Idk but I’m licking my fucking fingers reading this oh my goodness gracious

TEARING THE PANTIES? “THERE’S MY PRETTY CUNT” JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I LITERALLY HAD TO GET UP FRM MY DESK AND DO A LAP. LITERALLY SLAMMED MY FIST ON THE WALL I SWEAR TO GOD THAT’S SO-

I love a GR creampie sign me up

“You stroke his cheek with your thumb, pulling him in for a kiss that’s slow and filled with an aching sadness.” UGH I KNOW THE HEVAINESS WAS ALREADY BACK UGHGHG

NO WHAT THE FUCK DIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SHE JUST LEFT??? OH MY GODHDHFHF HES GONNA WAKE UP ALL ALONE. HES GONNA CRYYY. DO YOU WANT TO MAKE HIM CRY?!??! DO YOU WANT TO MAKE ME CRY?!?!?!

All 7k words of this was fucking stunning. Absolute mastery of writing. The dialogue was perfectly crafted, the descriptions pressed the strongest weight on my heart, it was all so so beautiful. I’m actually speechless. Idk how you said you’ve never written George before because you write him so beautifully. God, I want this entire thing framed on my wall. I want to see it every morning and every night. All of these words created just the most beautiful melody. I’m singing and yet full of sorrow

One Last Night | G. Russell

Summary: As you finalize your divorce from George, he convinces you to spend one last night together in the home you once shared, leading to a night filled with intimacy and emotional complexity.

this one is for @chilling-seavey the sole reason why George is in the top 5 of my fav drivers, I hope you like this one 🤭

masterlist

warnings: 18+ smut, angst, unprotected sex, a bit of hand kink, choking, fingering, oral, lots of emotions

wc: 7.1k (I got a lil carried away with this one ngl)

© thef1diary 2024. all rights reserved. Do not copy, steal, translate, or repost any of my work

The sun sets over the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the house you once called home. The day’s emotional exhaustion weighs heavily on you, the act of signing papers and exchanging awkward glances, finalizing the divorce that both of you knew was inevitable yet difficult to accept. You sit on the porch steps, wanting a breath of fresh air while your eyes lingered on the small garden you and George once tended with care. The flowers, once vibrant and full of life, now stand shriveled and faded, mirroring the love that once flourished between you has since withered away.

George’s voice breaks the silence, a gentle intrusion on your thoughts as he calls your name, his tone devoid of the pet names he once used. You lift your head to see him standing there, his face a blend of sorrow and nostalgia. He takes a step closer, before lowering himself to sit beside you, a few inches too far away.

The space between you feels like an insurmountable chasm, filled with all the words left unsaid, all the efforts that fell short, and the moments you can never get back.

He speaks again, his voice softer and if your heart didn’t already ache with the necessity of leaving him, it would’ve when he said your full name, emphasizing your maiden name. The sound of it, spoken by him, sends a shiver down your spine, a bittersweet reminder of the life you lived before becoming George’s wife, before dating him.

“It’s been a while since I called you by that name,” he murmurs, his bright blue eyes searching for yours with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the silence. You find yourself unable to resist, drawn into his gaze as if pulled by an invisible force. The familiarity of his eyes, the depth of longing ensnares you, like it always did.

“Yes, it has,” you reply, your voice a mere whisper, barely breaking through the hush of the evening. The weight of his words lingers in the air, filling the space between you with a poignant nostalgia that tugs at your heart. The simple utterance of your maiden name, once so familiar, now feels like a delicate thread connecting you to a past filled with both love and loss.

Even though there’s a physical distance between your bodies, your hands find each other, resting lightly on the porch. Slowly, your fingers inch closer, making a tentative connection that speaks volumes without words. The warmth of his skin, the familiar feel of his touch, sends a ripple of emotion through you, a vivid reminder of the intimacy you once shared.

You try to keep your thoughts clear, reminding yourself that you’re no longer his, no longer Mrs. Russell. The weight of that truth hangs heavy in the space between you, a stark contrast to the intimacy of your touch.

The tenderness in your fingers grazing his is a reflection of what you once had, but also of what has irrevocably changed. You feel the echo of old feelings stirring, the ones you had just begun to push down, but you hold onto the reality that this moment, this connection, is all that remains. The warmth that used to be a part of your everyday life now feels like a fleeting memory, a bittersweet echo of a love that has transformed into a shared, yet separate, past.

“So, what’s next for you?” he asks, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and sadness, a reflection of the weight of letting you go from his life. The question hangs in the air, imbued with a sense of finality and the unspoken acknowledgment that this might be one of the last times he will ask about your future. A future that you’ll be spending without him.

“I’ve decided to finally open that bakery I’ve always dreamed of. It’s something new to look forward to.”

His eyes lit up with a hint of the old George you remember, a small smile playing on his lips. “Will I get any special treatment whenever I visit?”

You shake your head, the smile fading slightly as reality intrudes. “You probably won’t have time to stop by with your busy schedule.”

An awkward silence descends, punctuated by the weight of unfulfilled promises and unmet expectations. The stillness is heavy with the echoes of unspoken regrets and the haunting reminder of what could have been. The conversation stirs a whirlwind of memories, each one a testament to how, over time, George’s career began to overshadow your relationship.

The subtle shift began with small, seemingly insignificant changes—dinner dates frequently postponed, weekend getaways cancelled, and conversations that once flowed effortlessly now reduced to hurried exchanges. His passion for racing, which you once admired and supported, gradually turned into an all-consuming force that claimed more of his time and energy. The promise he made to never let his work come between you gradually eroded, like a fading echo in the vast expanse of his ambition.

You initially accepted the demands of his career, understanding that racing was his first love and the source of his greatest fulfillment. You saw it as an inevitable part of his life, one that you could accommodate as long as it didn’t overshadow your shared moments. But as the months passed, the imbalance became increasingly unbearable. The distance grew, not just in physical terms but in emotional connection. The shared dreams and future plans you once held close began to dissolve, replaced by a solitary sense of longing and disappointment.

Each missed milestone, each neglected promise, built a wall of isolation between you. What started as an occasional inconvenience became a persistent source of heartache. The intimacy you once shared, the spontaneous affection and deep conversations, gave way to a routine marked by George’s relentless pursuit of success. The career that once bound you together now stood as a formidable barrier, leaving you feeling like a secondary consideration in the grand scheme of his ambitions.

You don’t allow your thoughts to linger on the past for too long, on wondering what could’ve been if you both put in a little more effort instead of watching it play out like a movie

You break the silence, your voice trembling slightly as you ask, “and what about you? What’s next for you?”

George’s gaze drifts to the horizon, as though the future is mapped out in the darkness of the night. “I’ll be back on the track as usual. Flying out next week, you know how it goes. It’s a busy schedule but it’s what I do.”

His words are matter-of-fact, yet there’s an undercurrent of melancholy in his tone. He turns his eyes back to you, a flicker of something almost wistful crossing his face. “I’ll miss having you there,” he adds quietly. “Your support, your presence—it made a difference. I always looked forward to seeing you in the stands.”

The sincerity in his voice tugs at something deep inside you. You nod, forcing a smile. “I’m sure the races will be just as thrilling without me. You’ll have plenty of fans cheering you on.”

He smiles faintly, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s not the same,” he says softly. “There was always something special about having you there, cheering me on. I’m going to miss that.”

The honesty in his confession stirs a pang of regret within you. You both know that his career, while a source of pride, has become the very thing that separated you.

George sighs, his thumb brushing lightly against your fingers, reminding you that his hand never left yours. “I never wanted it to end like this,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “In fact, I never wanted it to end at all.”

He clears his throat, the raw emotion evident in his next words. “I thought I could balance everything—my career and us—but I failed. I’m sorry for making you feel like you were never enough. The truth is, you were and still are everything to me.”

Tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over, but you blink them away with a deliberate effort. Drawing a deep breath, you muster the strength to respond. “It’s not entirely your fault, you know,” you say softly, your voice quivering with the weight of your emotions.

“You don’t need to apologize. I suppose I should apologize for intruding on your well-laid plans. You always wanted a world championship under your belt, and I genuinely hope you achieve that soon, without having to worry about me.”

As he begins to shake his head in protest, you turn away, pulling your hand gently from his grasp before standing up. “I should’ve realized sooner that your trophies would always hold a higher place in your life than I ever could.”

You made the mistake of glancing at him after your words, and saw him visibly flinch, the impact of your parting words etched clearly on your face. The pain in his expression mirrored the ache in your heart, a stark reminder of the mutual suffering this conversation had caused. The intensity of the moment made it clear that any further discussion would only deepen the emotional wounds.

Deciding to end it there and spare both of you more heartache, you turned away and headed towards the porch steps. You had already planned your leave with a sense of reluctant resolve: you would spend the night at a nearby hotel before flying out the following morning to stay with your sister, seeking comfort and a fresh start in her home.

As you begin to walk down the steps, George’s voice reaches out to you, filled with a mix of urgency and regret. “Where are you going? You’re supposed to leave tomorrow, please, stay here for just one more night.”

You pause, the sincerity in his voice making you hesitate. Turning back, you see the raw vulnerability in his eyes, and something in you shifts. The weight of your decision presses heavily on your chest.

George steps closer, his face pleading as he gently cups your cheeks in his hands. “I want to make it up to you,” he says softly. “I know I should’ve valued you more, I could’ve balanced my life better, I would’ve done everything to keep us together if I’d realized sooner.”

You feel the weight of his words, the sincerity evident in every syllable. You placed your hand atop of his, and for a brief moment, he braces himself for you to push him away. Instead, you simply hold on, a gesture that speaks of the lingering affection between you.

“Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve,” you repeat softly. “It’s too late to blame our past selves for the consequences we face now.”

“Please, stay,” George’s voice trembles, his eyes pleading as he grapples with the reality of your departure, even though the papers are signed and the decision is final.

The raw emotion in his eyes, the vulnerability of his plea, makes your resolve waver. With a sigh, you nod slowly, feeling the tight noose around your heart loosen, giving it a chance to beat. “Alright,” you agree softly. “I’ll stay for one more night.”

In an instant, you close the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. You cling to him tightly, the familiar warmth of his embrace bringing a flood of bittersweet memories. Despite everything, despite knowing that the circumstances could never change, the love you still feel for him is undeniable.

George holds you just as tightly, burying his face in your hair. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for giving me this one last chance.”

You stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the silence speak for the love and regrets that words can’t fully capture. For tonight, you can forget the world outside, the signed papers, and the impending separation. For tonight, it’s just you and him, holding on to the remnants of what once was.

George leads you back into the house, his hand warm and steady in yours. Inside, a calm, almost sacred stillness envelops you both. You hadn’t known what to expect, but this quiet comfort is a relief. As you step further in, your eyes fall on the photo frames carefully placed around the room. Each one tells a story of you and George, moments frozen in time, even a few from your wedding day, radiant and full of promise.

Your breath hitches as a thought crosses your mind, a pang of uncertainty mingling with nostalgia. You wonder how soon George will clean up, scrubbing away the memories of your relationship. Part of you knows he still loves you and wouldn’t simply discard them. Yet, you also know the ache these images must bring, a constant reminder of what was and what could have been.

You don’t ask him. The question lingers unspoken between you, too heavy to voice. You can’t bear to hear his answer, whether he’ll keep them or not. It’s easier to pretend, to let the silence hold the unknown.

He glances at you, his eyes following your gaze to the photos. The sadness in his expression mirrors your own thoughts, a silent understanding passing between you.

“Would you like some tea?” he asks, his voice gentle, pulling you back from your reverie.

“That sounds nice,” you reply softly, following him into the kitchen.

The initial awkwardness lingers as you move around each other, carefully choosing your words, mindful of the delicate peace. But as you start to talk about random things, the tension begins to ease. George makes a conscious effort to avoid mentioning racing, and you appreciate it, finding solace in the mundane topics that once filled your conversations.

As hunger sets in, you decide to cook dinner together. In the kitchen, it’s like clockwork. You move around each other with ease, falling back into old routines.

George chops vegetables while you stir a pot on the stove, the familiar rhythm soothing your frayed nerves. You pass utensils and ingredients back and forth without a second thought, your movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance.

“Can you hand me the garlic?” George asks, glancing up at you with a familiar warmth in his eyes.

“Sure,” you say, passing it to him. Your fingers brush, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You catch his eye, and for a moment, the tension is palpable.

As you continue preparing dinner, the air thickens with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The scent of sautéing garlic fills the room, mingling with the warmth of your shared history.

At one point, you reach for a spice jar on a high shelf. George steps in behind you, his body just inches taller than yours. He places his hands gently on your waist, his fingers barely grazing the bare skin beneath the hem of your shirt, steadying you as you stretch to grab the jar.

You open your mouth to question the unexpected intimacy, but before you can speak, he steps away, his touch lingering like a ghost. He moves to another task, his presence still wrapped around you even though he’s no longer at your side.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart, and continue cooking. The moments of contact are electric, charged with the sexual tension that neither of you dares to act on yet. The unspoken connection between you simmers, waiting to boil over.

As you both move through the kitchen, old jokes and new stories begin to flow. The dinner preparations become an unexpected dance of nostalgia and bittersweet reality, each touch and glance filled with meaning.

As you and George finish cooking, the comforting aroma of the meal fills the kitchen. Together, you set the table, your movements in perfect harmony.

Though you sit across from each other, the table is small enough that if either of you were to stretch your legs, you’d touch. That closeness adds a layer of anticipation, your legs brushing occasionally as you both take your first bites. The flavours are rich and familiar, but the food is secondary to the charged atmosphere around you.

“Remember the first time we tried making this?” George says, his smile tinged with nostalgia.

You laugh softly, nodding. “How could I forget? We nearly burned the kitchen down.”

He chuckles, the sound warm and comforting. “I think we’ve improved since then.”

As you share this moment, you can’t help but graze his leg with your foot under the table, a fleeting touch that sends a thrill through you. George’s eyes flicker with something deeper, a response to the subtle contact. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his, the warmth of his touch grounding you. His thumb gently strokes your knuckles, and the simple act feels intimate, rekindling the connection you thought you had lost.

As he holds your hand, you’re acutely aware of the difference in size. His hand, though not drastically larger, envelopes yours with a comforting presence. You watch as his slender fingers wrap around yours, their familiar warmth a stark reminder of the countless times they explored every inch of your body—especially around your neck, constricting your airway, or on your thighs, gripping tightly as he held them spread open.

George brings your entwined hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss on the back of your hand, letting his lips linger on your skin for a few moments too long.

A playful impulse overtakes you. You let your foot drift up from the floor, lightly tracing its way up his leg. The touch is feather-light, a teasing caress that sends a thrill through both of you. Your foot slides slowly up his calf, over his knee, and eventually finds its way to his thigh, lingering there.

George’s breath catches, and you feel the tension in his body tighten as his grasp on your palm loosens. His gaze locks with yours, a mixture of surprise and desire flickering in his eyes. You keep your foot gently resting on his thigh, savouring the intimacy of the contact, watching his expression shift from playful to deeply affected.

He mutters your name, “what are you doing?”

Your eyes twinkle with mischief as you shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

George raises his eyebrows, a sly smile painting on his lips as he decides to play your game. “Oh really?”

You maintain your playful facade, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Really,” you reply, trying to keep your tone innocent despite the heat building between you.

George’s hand slips from yours, moving with deliberate slowness to rest on your leg, his fingers lightly brushing against your ankle, pressing it deeper against his thigh.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “And here I thought you wanted me to be a gentleman tonight,” he murmurs, his voice a sultry whisper that makes your pulse quicken.

Without breaking eye contact, you let your foot inch higher, sliding it delicately between his thighs. It comes to rest over the zipper of his jeans, the contact making you both shiver. His reaction is immediate—his breath catches, and he whispers your name, the sound slipping from his lips with a sinful sweetness that sends a wave of heat through you.

“You thought wrong,” you reply swiftly, a sultry smirk playing on your lips.

George’s breath hitches at your words, a shiver running through his body as you maintain your foot’s gentle pressure, knowing you can feel his hardening cock straining against the denim.

He extends a hand towards you, his fingers curling in a beckoning motion, deliberately mimicking the way he would caress you in more intimate moments. The gesture sends a shiver down your spine, making your breath catch, and instinctively clench your thighs, fighting to control the rush of sensations.

“Come here,” he murmurs, his voice husky and insistent.

You can’t resist the command, the raw magnetism of his presence pulling you towards him. You stand up slowly, the chair scraping softly against the floor as you move. George’s eyes follow your every motion, his piercing eyes remaining on you as you near him.

As you stand between his legs, he pushes his chair back slightly, creating space needed for you to be close. He reaches out, his hands grasping your hips gently but firmly, drawing you nearer. His hands slide up your sides, a touch both tender and possessive, as he gazes up at you with a look that promises more.

He’s quick to pull you on his lap, earning a gasp from your parted lips. George’s grip tightens around your waist, his touch a mix of possessiveness and tenderness. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against yours, and you can feel the fierce need in his actions.

“You have no idea what you’ve started,” he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “No matter what papers we’ve signed, you’re still mine tonight.”

“This,” his fingers hold your left hand, grazing his thumb over the ring still adorned on your finger, “stays on. Just for tonight.”

You close your eyes, letting the weight of his words sink in. The reality of your separation fades into the background as you allow yourself to sink into the fantasy of being his again, if only for a few hours. His touch is intoxicating, a heady blend of past affection and present desire. You give in to the moment, your body responding to his with a familiarity that is both thrilling and deeply comforting.

George’s lips trace a burning path down your neck, leaving kisses that deepen into marks. His lips press against your skin with an almost reverent touch, a dark bruise forming beneath his kisses, a parting gift of sorts that will serve as a reminder of what you shared tonight. He smiles against your skin, satisfied with the mark he’s left, knowing it would evoke memories of tonight whenever you see it over the next few days.

His kisses drift lower, his hand subtly pulling your shirt lower, exposing more of your bare skin to his hungry lips. The heat of this touch, and the slow, deliberate exploration of your body made you shiver, your head tilting back instinctively as you gasp his name. Your hips shift, seeking the friction you crave, driven by the intense need building between your legs.

When George finally pulls back, he chuckles softly as the whimper that escapes your lips. “Look at you,” he murmurs with a teasing edge to his tone. “So desperate already.”

He shifts slightly, his hands sliding up your sides to cradle your face. The tender yet firm grip draws you closer, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. Suddenly, you feel a moment of hesitation, a thought flitting through your mind about the intimacy of kissing him. You almost speak, wanting to tell him that perhaps this was too much, too close for a night meant to be a parting. But the look in his eyes, the sheer depth of his need, pulls you in, rendering you speechless.

In a heartbeat, his lips meet yours, and you lose yourself in the kiss. It’s a fierce, consuming connection, full of all the love and desire that has simmered between you for so long.

As you kiss him, you’re painfully aware that your actions now will likely lead to regret and heartache for your future self. But in this moment, you’re allowing yourself to enjoy the intimacy and closeness, even as you recognize that tomorrow’s pain is a consequence of tonight’s decisions. You surrender to the moment, letting it erase the boundaries the divorce created, allowing yourself to be his once more, just for a few more hours.

His tongue slips in between your lips, teasing and caressing with a gentle insistence that makes your knees weak.

Your hand lingers on his chest, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, a silent plea for him to remove it. But he’s so absorbed in your kisses that he barely notices. You pull back just enough to murmur against his lips. “Mm, take your shirt off, baby.”

With a low, breathy chuckle, he pulls away just enough to slip his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. As his bare chest comes into view, you can’t help but trace your fingers over his skin, the muscles beneath your fingertips tensing with every caress.

Before you can place your lips on his skin, his hand gently rests against your throat, holding you back with just enough pressure to make you pause. “Your turn, sweetheart,” he commands.

The return of the pet name makes a blush creep up your cheek. With a slight nod, you move back, your hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. Your eyes stay locked on his as you slowly pull the fabric up and over your head, letting it slip from your fingers and fall to the floor.

George’s gaze roams over you, drinking in the sight of your exposed torso. He pulls you back towards him, his hands sliding up your sides, tracing the curves of your body with utmost care.

He leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to the hollow of your throat, the spot where his hand had just been. The warmth of his lips sends shivers through your body, and you feel a surge of anticipation. As he kisses your skin, his hands move with practiced ease to the clasp of your bra. In one fluid motion, he undoes it, and the flimsy material falls away, landing softly in your lap, leaving your upper body fully exposed to him.

George pulls back slightly, his gaze roaming over you with unabashed desire. His eyes darken as they take in the sight of you, the soft glow of the kitchen light casting a warm hue on your skin. He reaches up, his fingers tracing the curve of your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts, his touch light but electric.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, his voice thick with admiration and lust. The words send a rush of warmth through you, making you feel both cherished and desired.

His lips return to your body, this time trailing down from your throat, licking each darkening mark he left earlier, to your collarbone, then lower. Each kiss is slow and deliberate, as if he’s savouring the moment, etching each inch of your body into his mind. When his mouth reaches the sensitive skin of your breast, his tongue flicks out to tease, eliciting a soft moan from you. He takes his time, worshiping you with his lips and tongue, making you arch into his touch, seeking more.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders, gripping him tightly as the pleasure builds. George’s fingers dance across your skin, exploring every inch exposed to him, while his mouth continues its maddeningly slow descent. He pauses to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently before grazing his teeth lightly, as his other hand kneads your other breast. The dual sensations make you gasp, your head falling back in pleasure.

As he continues to lavish attention on your chest, you feel the heat pooling in your core, your body responding to his every touch. You grind against him, seeking friction, feeling the hardness of his cock, still strained underneath his jeans.

George lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and hunger. “I want you,” he whispers.

You nod, breathless and needy. “I’m yours,” you reply, “just for tonight, I’m yours.”

Without another word, George lifts you effortlessly, his hands strong and sure as they grip your waist. You wrap your legs around his torso, feeling the heat of his body against yours as he carries you upstairs. He pushes the bedroom door open with his shoulder, his lips finding yours again in a hungry kiss.

George sets you down gently in the middle of the bed, placing a tender kiss on your lips before moving down your body as you lie back. His touch is both reverent and teasing, his fingers trailing down your skin, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. He stops at your breasts, giving each nipple the attention it craves. He circles his thumb around the peak, teasing you, before pinching the bud sharply between his fingers, earning a needy whine from your lips. He envelops your nipple in the heat of his mouth, easing the sting with a filthy, wet kiss, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Moving away, he repeats his actions on your other nipple, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

George continues his journey down your body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and love bites, sucking as many marks as he wishes. Each bruise is a reminder of his presence, a mark of possession that makes your core throb with desire. He reaches the hem of your pants and glances up at you, his eyes widening when he realizes you are already watching him, your gaze intense as he drives you to the brink of madness.

“Please, George,” you mutter, your voice already raw from the moans you’ve let out. The plea is filled with desperation and need, your body aching for more of his touch.

He slides his fingers below the waistband of your pants, his touch electrifying. You lift your hips to help him remove the fabric, making it easier for him to pull your pants away from your body. He parts your thighs, settling himself on his knees between them. His eyes glaze over with desire as he takes in the sight of your soaked panties. You might have felt embarrassed by how wet you are, but the way his eyes darken with hunger reassures you. He licks his lips, his gaze never leaving your covered pussy.

He reluctantly shifts his gaze to meet your eyes again. “You’re dripping, love. Glad to know I still have that effect on you,” he states, dragging his thumb over your cunt, causing you to instinctively push your hips up, but it’s no avail as he moves his hand away, leaving you aching for more.

You roll your eyes at his words. “You always have that effect on me, don’t act like you didn’t know that.”

He chuckles, sitting back on his haunches, bringing his thumb up to his lips. Your mouth drops open as he licks your wetness off his thumb, humming delightfully at the taste.

“Ah, mouthy now?” He shook his head in faux disappointment. “By the time I’m done with you, the only word you’ll speak is my name.” He leans over you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before properly settling between your parted thighs, his face near your covered cunt.

With a sudden rough motion, he grabs your panties and rips them off, the fabric tearing easily in his hand. The sheer force of it sends a thrill through you, a gasp leaving your mouth as you mutter his name.

He tosses the shredded material aside, gaze remaining between your legs. “There’s my pretty cunt,” he mumbles, his voice low and filled with desire. He barely sticks the tip of his tongue out as he notices the glint of your wetness coating your folds.

You clench involuntarily at his words, not going unnoticed by him. He glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah? It’s mine isn’t it?” His voice is a seductive whisper, egging you on, as he watches your reaction.

You nod, a whine escaping your lips as you meet his gaze. “Yes, it’s yours,” you admit, the truth of your words resonating in the heated space between you.

George’s smirk deepens, satisfaction evident in his eyes. “Good girl,” he praises, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

He dips his head, his tongue finally making contact with your pussy. The sensation is electric, your back arching instinctively as your hips lift from the bed. His hands press you back against the mattress, splayed wide on your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you spread open.

His tongue flicks and circles your clit, driving you wild with need. George takes his time, savouring every moment as he gathers your wetness with his tongue, moaning against your cunt, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

Your hand finds its way into his hair, tangling in the soft strands as you hold him close. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, your body arching into his touch as he brings you closer and closer to release.

George’s eyes flick up to meet yours, the intensity in his eyes sending another wave of pleasure through you. He moves one hand from your thigh to your cunt, collecting the slick between your folds. He coats his finger before sliding it inside you, the sensation making you gasp.

One finger quickly turns into two, pumping them in and out of you, matching the rhythm of his tongue. His fingers, long and skilled, find that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars. The pleasure builds rapidly, each thrust and lick driving you closer to the edge.

When he adds a third finger, your body reacts instantly, a cry escaping your lips. “George,” you moan, barely able to utter a warning before your orgasm crashes over you. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through your body, your muscles clenching around his fingers. You call out his name, your body trembling as he continues to work you through your climax, his relentless tongue and fingers not stopping until you’re completely spent.

He finally eases his fingers out of you, his mouth trailing kisses up your body, tasting the sheen of sweat on your skin. He reaches your lips, pressing a gentle kiss there, tasting yourself on his mouth.

You’re breathless, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “I want you,” you manage to whisper, your voice hoarse from the intensity.

George’s eyes darken with desire, his own breath coming in shallow gasps. “I want you too,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. He leans back, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes, the sight of his naked body stirring a fresh wave of arousal within you.

George leans over you, positioning himself between your legs once more, but this time his hardened cock nudges your pussy. Sliding it between your folds, he slicks up his length with your cum, nudging your clit a few times with the tip, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Please, George,” you plead, your voice breathless with desire. “Stop teasing me.”

With a deep groan, George finally slides into you, filling you completely. He pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, then almost pulls out before thrusting back in, taking your breath away. The sensation is overwhelming, your bodies perfectly in sync as he sets a brutal pace. Each thrust is powerful and deliberate, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you intimately connected, lost in the moment. The room is filled with obscene sounds—gasps, moans, the slick sound of skin slapping against skin. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body, each movement driving you closer to the edge.

George’s movements become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he loses himself in the heat of your cunt enveloping him over and over. “You feel so good,” he mutters, his voice strained with desire and pleasure.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving marks as you cling to him. Your only response is a moan, your voice filled with raw need. The pleasure builds rapidly in your core, your body tightening around him, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

George brings his fingers to your lips. “Open,” he commands, his voice deep, his accent more prominent. You obey him, sticking your tongue out and taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and muffling your moans.

His fingers, now slick with your spit, leave your mouth and travel to your clit. He pinches it between his fingers, then begins rubbing tight circles, the added stimulation making your body tremble. His other hand finds its way to your throat, applying just enough pressure to restrict a bit of oxygen entering your body. The combination of sensations makes you clench down on him, your body responding to every touch, every thrust.

George’s thrusts become even more frenzied, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. The pleasure is overwhelming, your body on a brink of another release so soon. His fingers on your clit, his hand on your throat, his cock filling you completely—it’s all too much.

“Cum for me,” he demands, his voice rough. “Cum for me, love.”

The command sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, your body trembling as you cling to him, your nails digging into his skin.

George follows you over the edge, a deep groan escaping his lips as he reaches his own release. His thrusts slow down as he fills you with his cum, his body shuddering.

Pulling out, he collapses on top of you, his body spent but his arms wrap around you, holding you close. Your breaths are ragged, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat but you stay entwined, savouring the closeness and intimacy of the moment.

After a few moments, George lifts himself off you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. He leaves the bed and returns with a warm damp cloth, carefully cleaning you up. His touch is soft and soothing, a stark contrast to the raw intensity you just shared.

As you lie there, your eyes drift to the clock, noting the time with a heavy heart. Only a few hours remain before sunrise. Though you keep your thoughts to yourself, a mental countdown begins, marking each fleeting minute as the fantasy edges closer to its inevitable end. For now, you push those thoughts aside, unwilling to let them intrude upon the closeness you’ve been granted.

George settles back into bed, drawing you into his embrace. His body is warm and reassuring, and he holds you close, as if trying to anchor you both in this fragile moment. His fingers gently stroke your hair, and his murmured words are soft, a soothing balm against the emotional rawness you both feel.

In his arms, you allow yourself to savor the love and tenderness that had been absent from your relationship, even though you know it comes too late. You stroke his cheek with your thumb, pulling him in for a kiss that’s slow and filled with an aching sadness. This kiss is not driven by the fiery passion of earlier but is instead a testament to the longing and melancholy that now defines your connection.

George tries to change the pace, his hands cupping your face as if to draw you back into a passionate kiss, but you resist, determined to let this moment linger. Each touch, each kiss, is a memory you wish to imprint deeply into your mind, a final, bittersweet echo of what might have been.

When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against his, eyes closed as if to shield yourself from the inevitable morning. The silence between you feels dense and heavy, like quicksand pulling you both deeper into an emotional mire. It’s a silence that speaks volumes, a quiet weight that settles heavily on your hearts.

His voice breaks through the silence, soft yet resolute. “I love you,” he murmurs, the words wrapped in a tenderness that makes your heart ache.

You take a shaky breath, feeling the sting of tears behind your eyelids. “I’ll always love you too,” you reply, your voice barely more than a whisper, yet filled with a depth of emotion that words alone can scarcely capture.

In that fleeting, fragile moment, you hold onto each other, letting the intimacy of your shared silence and the echo of your promises wrap around you like a bittersweet embrace. The world outside begins to stir, but within this cocoon of quiet, time seems to stand still, allowing you both to savor the final fragments of a love that was beautiful but not enough.

As the first light of dawn begins to creep through the curtains, a soft glow starts to illuminate the room. George remains close, his breathing steady and calm as he sleeps beside you, but you lie awake, your mind awash with the bittersweetness of the night.

The silence is no longer just a weight; it’s a space where every unsaid word and unresolved feeling seems to echo. You trace patterns on his chest with your fingers, savoring the warmth and the closeness while feeling the sting of impending farewell.

The morning light casts gentle shadows across the room, highlighting the contrast between the intense passion of the night and the tender, almost fragile peace of the morning. You take in the sight of George, his features softened in sleep, a small, wistful smile playing on his lips. It’s a reminder of the affection you’ve longed for, now tinged with the realization of its fleeting nature.

You let your gaze linger on him, the hurt and longing swirling within you. The memory of his touch and his kisses will linger, a beautiful ache that will accompany you as you face the day ahead. Each moment shared is a precious token to be cherished, even as you prepare to confront the reality of your separation.

Gently, you begin to disentangle yourself from his embrace, careful not to disturb him. The softness of the bed and the warmth of his body seem to hold you in a tender cocoon, but you rise, moving with a quiet grace. You dress in the dim light, each movement a silent farewell to the night that has just passed.

With one last look at George, you take a deep breath, trying to memorize the calm of his sleeping face, the last remnant of the passion and intimacy you’ve shared. You leave the room, stepping into the dawn, where the world is awakening and the day is ready to begin.

The fantasy of the night dissolves into the morning’s reality, but the memory of his touch and the echoes of his love will remain with you, a haunting yet beautiful reminder of what once was.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari you've outdone yourself again... i have no words

referring to suguru by his last name... oh the distance.. the yearning... the sadness of the reader which hurts me to see (please be happy together!) the sweets. this drabble wrecked me and wrung me dry.

i really love the movie playing in the back, the violence that suguru finds solace in, the lack of uncertainty in who hurt who. maybe that shared experience is why they both still hold so much love for each other, willing to lend their hearts to one another again

suguru's dull sense of taste and the cigarettes. oh my lord you capture adult/cult leader geto so well there's just something very tragic and lonely about him, but he's still brimming with love... the macarons. and yes everything you said abt him is TRUE!!! the intense stare. the heavy presence. poh my lord........ i dropped everything to read this and as always it's written so beautifully and feels so natural. you did a Great job!!!!!! 🌖

🌖 ANON MY ANGEL I’M SMOOCHING YOU SO GENTLY <333333333333

you’re always sososo sweet!!!!!!!! i can’t believe how fast you were with this one 😭😭 I’M GONNA CRYYY ILYSB…….. tysm for reading. and enjoying. and taking the time to tell me abt it :’3 i appreciate it sosomuch!!!!

AND AS ALWAYS YOU GET IT COMPLETELY???? wahhhh….. the dynamic…… the themes……… the tiny details. that’s exactly what i wanted to convey!!! 🥺🥺 the sense of distance with his last name, the silent yearning…. and the movie!!!! you put it so perfectly i’m actually in awe. the violence that suguru finds solace in, the lack of uncertainty in who hurt who!!!!!! yes!!!!!!! sugu watches the movie and finds it beautiful, finds that kind of heavy love beautiful, but it just makes reader feel sick. they find solace in the tenderness and sugu finds solace in the violence. :’3 and yes, i completely agree!!! i think their shared love and pain binds them together whether they like it or not… neither one of them ever stopped loving the other. like reader said, that’s their sin.

AND CULT LEADER GETO!!!!! ohhhhh 🌖 anon you have no IDEA how overjoyed i am that you like my take on him he’s literally my princess…… i love him so much and i agree wholeheartedly when you call him sad and lonely 😭😭 he’s so, so lonely!!!! and there really is so much sadness still inside of him. and a lot of softness too!!! i wanted the final scene to be heartbreaking for both people because reader can’t help but cry over what they lost, and geto can’t help but hate himself for making them cry. i wanted the ”i’m sorry” to feel ambigious in who said it bc it could really be either one of them (but obv geto murmurs several apologies after too….) they make me feel. a little ill..

anyway i’m getting carried away as always LMAO but!!!!! thank you so much for always being such a sweetheart!!!!! your comments mean so much to me <33333 i’m cradling you very close to my chest and rocking us both back n forth <3333333333

[channoticedmeuwu]

°`waking up next to lee jeno

overview

alright bitches

All the Jeno simps aboard?

Let's go boys vroom vroom 😎

Okay but waking up. Next. To. Jeno.

A concept the world IS NOT READY FOR

EVEN IM NOT READY FOR IT

THATS WHY IM CRYING

WAIT BRB-

....ok I'm back

So yes, waking up next to Jeno

*sighs blissfully*

Jeno is such a mf mASTERPIECE he is a work of ART

He's really really soft in the mornings

Kinda moodish and that's what makes it cuter

I feel like he'd usually wake up early

Like his eyes would just automatically open

He'd prop himself on his elbows and gaze around the room

It's like 5am right now so he'd just sigh and poof

Fall right next to you

Subconsciously, his arm would search for your hand or your leg or just somewhere he could feel your warm skin to feel safe

You're obviously passed out right now let's be honest who wouldn't be it's 5am Susan

So you wouldn't notice his fingers searching for yours

At some point he'd get tired of it and just turn over and throw a leg over your waist

And put an arm across your body and drown his face in your hair

And he'd fall asleep to that

I feel like he's the type to wear a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts to bed

So his skin is just exposed most of the time

At some point you'd wake up to catch a glimpse of his profile

The sun seeping through the windows onto his fluffy dark hair

And his pale skin

And just his chest slowly rising and falling

There's no sound in the room besides the aircon and his rattling breath

And damn when I tell you, that is the sight of what you LIVED your whole life for

Just to see him sleep right next to you, comfortable, happy, and complete

Nothing makes your day better than waking up next to Jeno's beautiful sleeping face

NOTHING MAN NOTHING BEATS THAT

Oh God someone get me a Jeno now I'm falling for my own imagination

When he'd wake up first

yawn yawn smack smack wipe that drool off your face, Jeno

Anyways so I feel like when Jeno is ACTUALLY awake for real and it's not 5am in the morning

I feel like he'd take a while to get used to his surroundings

He'd sit up, and gaze around as usual, but he'd rub his eyes and yawn

He'd look down to you right next to him

And run his delicate fingers over your soft sleeping face

He'd laugh to himself sleepily

I mean, if this was just a normal time in the day and not like 5am in the morning

He'd flip his phone out and take a few pics

But right now he doesn't care about that

He just loves staring at your beautiful face sleeping right next to no one but HIM

Oh God when I tell you, the satisfied smirk that would spread across his face

Like yeah, hES THE ONE

HIM

He'd get so invested in his thoughts to the point where he completely forgot he was caressing your face CAREFULLY

And the CAREFULLY would be thrown out the window because he realized he touched you with too much force and the next thing he knows, you're staring at him all confused and sleepy

And he'd chuckle, his eyes turning into the most BEAUTIFUL LOVELY crescents in the sunshine

And he'd lay down again and whisper in his raspy morning voice

And tell you that everything is alright and it was only him

You'd fall asleep to his voice talking you to sleep

He'd hold your hand and place a small kiss

Wait iM NOT DONE WITH THAT YET

He'd hold the kiss for a solid 5 seconds or preferably more who knows how happy he's feeling

And let go with a reasonably audible "mwAh"

He'd just lay there, with this stupid lovey dovey look on his face as you go back to sleep

Kinda creepy now that I think about it HDBDHDHDHDHD

But CRYYY HES SO PRECIOUS HUUUUUUUUUUU

When you'd wake up first

One thing I wanna say

Jeno is babie

So

When you'd wake up

You'd see an adult babie

Sleeping next to you

And aWEEEEEEEE

YOUR HEART WOUKD M E L T AT THE SIGHT

I feel like he's the type of person to probably make facial expressions and noises in his sleep

And you can see the eyes behind his eyelids moving as he sleeps

Basically showing he's having a vivid dream

And awe :(

Cute :(

Eventually you'd scoot closer and place a hand on his cheek and slowly caress it

To your surprise, he'd nuzzle his head to your hand

And you'd get all 0_o like bITCH WERE YOU PRETENDING???

But nah, like I said, he babie

He's just reacting to your hand as he's watching his dream

Ain't that

Babie boy culture

But yes

That happens

And your heart goes kABOOM

AND YOU EXPLODE ALL OVER-

Sorry uh

You don't really explode um that would be quite the sight

But nah nah that doesn't happen

Uh

Yeah but yes, you do melt tho

if you'd accidentally wake Jeno up while admiring his heavenly beauty

He'd get kinda moody

Probably mutter in his sleep

Half awake half still dreaming

"I'm having such a good dream agh-"

"sorry, baby, go, shoo, go back to your dream."

"yeah yeah, *inaudible murmuring* yeah dream mmmm"

and you can't even be mad

Because wHO TF CAN LEGIT SPEAK IN ANGY AND TINIE AND SLEEPY AT YHE SAME TIME HHHHHHHHHHHHH

LITERALLY A FLUFF BALL HUUUUUUU

IM CRYING DONT TOUCH ME

Alright so yes

At some point like maybe 10 minutes later?

He snaps his head around and yawns while stretching

Groans too

Alot

Kinda groans to the point where it gets annoying

Then you get kinda playfully pissed and groan to imitate him

And he groans louder and picks up your hints

Turns into a fun game pretty soon.

Jeno has a pretty deep voice but imagine that shit in👏the👏morning👏

FUCK YES BABY

He'd scoot over and position himself in a way around you so that you're over him and his head is kinda in your neck

It's just him nuzzling his head into your neck and pecking lightly

And kinda forces you to play with his hair

Because if you don't

Hes gonna give you weird looks the whole morning

So

Yes

AAAAAAAA WE'RE NOT COMPLAINING THO DJDBDH

So we do that

At some point you stop, and he turns his head up so that one eye is looking at you

And he kind of grabs your arm and forcefully plops it on his head

Kinda forgets it's his OWN head so goes "oWWWWWWWW"

But because hes so fucking CUTE you're gonna play with his hair again

And you can fEEL his lips curling against your skin and the hot breath that leaves him when he sighs happily

It's a good morning, baby ;))

I feel like some third wheel, standing there with a notebook and jotting everything down while this happens

Like hHHHHH BB, DARLING, SWEETIE, GET 👏 A 👏 ROOM👏 AND 👏KICK👏 ME 👏OUT 👏

Good day :D

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SLEEPY JENO IM NOT OKAY

PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY HEART IM NOT OKAY

BRB CRYING BYE

nct dream : masterlist

[harrysmaison]

Favourite one direction songs lyrics?

that's a toughie haha im one of those who can never have a favorite i like too many of their songs and the moment i go to choose one another comes up in my mind and im like 'hey that one's there too!" so... this took a bit of a thinking. and so here are three of my favorite 1d songs whose lyrics have a special place in my heart

under the cut cuz its very long, im so sorry i couldn't help myself sdfsdft.

1. If i could fly.

this song. this. song. i am pretty sure every single one here knows what i mean when i say that. this. frigging. song. it tears me apart.

if i could fly, I'll be coming right back home to you.

there's our beloved home mention, there's the soothing calming sad little music in the bg, all four of them sound so beautiful, soft, longing in their voices how can you not cryyy

but we're talking about lyrics here. so I'll focus on the second verse, my favorite.

I've got scars; even though they can't always be seen

and pain gets hard; but now you're here and i don't feel a thing

the first time i heard this part, i cried. legit. not even exaggerating. i did. he sounded so fucking soft in my headphones i couldn't get the image of him curling into his lover's arms being oh so small out of my mind and it hurt. this part always plucks at my heartstrings and I just-

i can't.

the entire bridge of this song is the perfect heart touching harmony and then it all goes silent and then-

then harry just decides to end me

hope that you don't run from me

i mean. what is that. what. what. what the fuck is that

he's got scars hidden somewhere under that glowing pretty sunshine smile of his and they hurt they hurt so bad but when he's near the one he loves, it stops hurting.

but there's also this insecurity, this fear that what if it scares the other one away. he's in pain he's losing it he feels like he's wasting the other's time but he feels safe in his lover's arms and he just hopes that his lover will stay. make it not hurt anymore.

and that's just not okay alright i'm not supposed to just be able to cope with this knowledge im not.

so i dont. i always listen to this masterpiece when i am sad and want to make myself cry. it always works.

2. fireproof.

the chorus is always what gets to me from this song.

'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do It's been so long, it's been so long, maybe you are fireproof 'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do

i know you the best i love you the best because you are so strong so fireproof its like nothing can hurt you even after everything goes wrong and that's what saves me. your strength saves me from all the hardships we go through. you are the one that can save me. the only one that saves me best.

just the perfect perfect description of us against the world. there's love and there's strength and there's just the two of them, fireproof against all the world's harshness and cruelty.

yep i love this one.

3. strong

can i just say i love this whole song? no seriously every single one of the lyrics. i love this one. like love love. in love with this one. guess i do have a favorite after all (brain screaming noooo there's this one and also that one and there's-- ok brain shut up)

us. you and me. with so many memories, words, feelings between us but there's that one bond. that one single bond that holds us together and that bond is made of love. and this love is the only thing that makes me strong that keeps me from breaking into pieces. its you. you make me strong.

this whole song is about being codependent on each other and not being even the slightest bit scared about that fact because there's trust. and love. and strength.

every word in this song makes me feel

so yes every single lyric of strong is my favorite. hard to choose.

i also do not like to mention this one fact that I just noticed and it may have already been talked about but-

iifc: hope that you don't run from me

strong: I'm sorry if I say, "I need you"; But I don't care, I'm not scared of love

...

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ok bye

[the-acid-pear]

ASH JUST KICK HER SHE'S 20 CM TALL

ASH VS THE EVIL DEAD TIME‼️

As always, i don't know literally anything about how this goes, except for the fact that i know it was cancelled so i expect to suffer near the last episode. But who cares!! Time for some dilf era Ashley 😍💘

[bookish-mind]

I read the dream thieves, buckle up this one is a train wreck:

*spoilers*

RONAN POV RONAN POV RONAN POV

WHAT IS HIS SECOND SECRET THAT HE CANT ADMIT TO HIMSELF

Is it that he’s, y’know.. is he gonna have an oh moment..?

Also, he’s a FARM BOYYY WHAT

“Ronan Lynch, keeper of secrets, fighter of men, devil of a boy” my god this Ronan content is >>

Blue saying Adam is kinda an outsider now.. wow that shit hurts

“In that moment Blue was a little in love with all of them” ME TOO BLUE ME TOO

Wait wait wait isn’t ronan the greywaren ?? Whatever that means ?? Anyway, the gray man can fuck off

Gansey: am I in your dreams ?

Ronan: *loses his mind for a minute*

Me: hmm that’s not a very heterosexual response my friend

Tf since when is the Camaro ‘red-orange’ ? it was just ‘orange’ before (yes this is important)

What is this with kavinsky and ronan 👀

Why can’t blue just tell Adam that she can’t kiss anyone oml

“Fix me” *sigh* my boy Adam is rlly goin thru it

ADJKSGSJKFG NOAH AND THE GLITTER MY PRECIOUS BOY

“If Adam was stupid about his pride, Gansey was stupid about Adam” ...no thoughts.. only adansey..

Noah knows Ronan’s secret and I think I do too

Ronan threw Noah out the window I- 😂💀💀

“I’m losing him to Cabeswater” WELL U BETTER GET YOUR BOY BACK GANSEY

Cabeswater isn’t a place it’s a state of mind

Broooo waaaiittt did kavinsky dream Ronan’s bracelets ?

Matthew lynch has been in one (1) scene and I’d already die for him

Adam is not a train wreck ! (well maybe a little, but you don’t need to tell him that)

For the love of- Maura pls stop flirting with the gray man

PLS THE WAY ADAM AND GANSEY BECAME FRIENDS IS SO PURE

Adam chapters have no mercy I just be sitting here like 😩

CABESWATER IS GONE WHY DO I FEEL LIKE CRYING

That dream about Adam- And then the nightmare creature following Ronan out of the dream- And gansey realizing that ronan never tried to kill himself- And the two of them killing the nightmare- We don’t have time to unpack all that

Noah and Ronan are a certified brotp,, I love their shenanigans

LOL blue seeing gansey in jeans and a tshirt for the first time has the same energy as Simon snow seeing baz pitch in jeans for the first time

“Poverty Twins” I-

My name is ronan lynch I like fast cars, adrenaline, the taste of gasoline, talking with my fists, and holding little baby field mice up to my cheek to feel their little baby heartbeats

Real friends are the ones who will bury a body with u 🥰

CABESWATER ISN’T A STATE OF MIND IT’S A DREAM

Noooo ! Don’t u dare touch the miniature Henrietta ! Anything but that !

You’d think gansey would’ve bought some sort of security system or something smh

There’s like 50 types of tension in this boat rn

Gansey is absolutely smitten with blue

Oh god Noah reenacts his death.. is that really necessary

Omfg they’re at the fairgrounds,, Gansey boyyy who are you ??

Ronan chapters are actually so poetic I love it

Gansey and Adam are gonna be in DC for like two days and everyone is acting like it’s the end of the world.. the separation anxiety is real

Ronan’s dream.. about Adam and kavinsky.. I-

This blue and Noah bonding time was so heartwarming and then it turned depressing real fast I was so not prepared to be sobbing over a Noah/Blue kiss

Holy shit Ronan almost died and the camaro is fucked,, he’s gonna dream a new one isn’t he?

Oh dear, must my boys fight?? My adansey heart aches

A d a m i s m i s s i n g

Gansey said “dream me the world” and then Ronan rlly learned how to dream the world

The gray man be like “yeah I kill ppl but I draw the line at kidnapping” tf??

“I am unknowable” absolutely broke me

WAIT Adam just pulled The Magician card and I realized that the tarot symbols correspond to each of them: coin = gansey, cup = blue, sword = Ronan, wand = Adam !! tell me I’m wrong

Ronan tells kavinsky “it was never gonna be you and me” Blue tells Adam “it’s not gonna be you” Adam tells himself “it was just going to be him and cabeswater” idk man these parallels just made me feel somethn

“Who has he ever had to love him? Ever?” You gansey, Adam has you and blue and Ronan and Noah. maybe instead of going on a forbidden romantic night drive with blue you could go make sure your best friend knows that he is loved

holy shit did- did kavinsky rlly kill proko and then dream another one into existence ??

“You didn’t say you don’t swing that way” “No, I didn’t” ronaaan finalllly I’m so prouuud

That’s it Persephone and Adam are my favorite power duo

Nevermind the greywaren and the magician are my favorite power duo

“Dying’s a boring side effect” damn kavinsky’s death hit me harder than I would’ve expected

The way the epilogue mirrors the prologue has me feeling so many things,, full circle

Ronan being unafraid, no longer hating himself, knowing who he is, knowing what he is, no longer feeling alone, taking control of his nightmares by coming to terms with the parts of himself he couldn’t face, laughing and smiling and dreaming the world and waking his mother and hugging his brother and going home. I cannot express how much this beautiful Ronan arc means to me, let me go cryyy

“Ronan’s second secret was Adam Parrish” I SCREAMED

Give me pynch I’m so ready

(this post got very long and there’s still so much more I could’ve said, thanks for reading my ramblings if you made it this far! Lemme know if you want one for book 3)

[jalboyhenthusiast]

OMG S, I hate the fact I've never met Louis in real life like I wanna see him so desperately cause whenever you see, any fan or people from gp or industry have met him the first thing they say is he's so bloody gorgeous like eveytime, every single one of them says that which makes me cry cause he's already so beautiful in pic (we fell in love with through pics and videos na ) but when they say he's even more beautiful in irl I wanna see him cause how can someone be sooooo pretty,bye gonna cryyy

you say that but think about it... do you really think we could survive seeing that beauty irl? i don’t think so 🤨

[alchemist-shizun]

@crazydemigod666 said:

I found enough courage to show you my art and I'm gonna do this before I change my mind and I'm really sorry if you hate it but

I CAN'T DRAW HANDS OR ANATOMY OR HAIR OR BACKGROUNDS OR-

You know what, I tried. Okay? It's not great but it took my mind off of things and that's good too.

Plus you can chuck it in the bin as soon as you've seen it and no one has to know. I took a lot of creative liberty but I tried to capture Virgil and Roman on stage as Virgil takes his hair in his hand and whoop. It looks like this now...

Oh gods this was a bad idea I'm dying

Purp:

AAAAAAAAA AA 💜💜💜💜💜💜 HOLY SHIT THEY LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL I'M GONNA CRYYY Roman looking like a literal king he's so pretty oh my god the colors are just AAAAAA m gonna cry brb

And Virgil! SUCH A CUTE BAB that's like the exact hair color I'm imagining dionysus with that's so perfect aaaaaa and just the cute lil touches are so on pint with the play and what I had in mind I'm c r y ing yes I knew I could trust you with rendering this perfectly cwc AND THE QUOTESSSS AAAAAA I love it i cry

If anyone's interested the fic for this art is my pinned post!

[istgimamess]

Moodboard Ship(s): NCT and TXT...

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"...hiii my love !! how are you ? i hope you're well ashaja it is now my turn to threaten so yes you better be well or else 🔪 aahha.

may i get a moodboard ship with nct and txt please ? if not two then either of them is fine love !! thank you so muchh you're absolutely an angel and im so happy to have you as a friend. we need to talk more truly..."

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In NCT I ship you with...

Jaehyun!

Your moodboard:

“Why do I get the feeling our relationship is backwards?” he asks as he wanders into your room, shrugs his jacket off, and hangs it over the back of your desk chair. You stare at his back, perplexed. Why was he here? “Isn’t it usually the girl who always wants to talk about feelings and the guy who bottles everything up inside?” he continues, his words finally catching up to you. Relationship? Feelings?

“I don’t bottle things up,” you shoot back, unable to clearly process the deeper meaning behind his words. Well, there is an imaginary box you like to hide things in, but that’s different—you think, in afterthought. “Right.” he responds, concurring. You can practically taste the sarcasm, his usual honey-like voice dripping with it. 

“Why—” you clear your throat, “Why are you here?” There’s a brief pause—not too long, but still long enough for your palms to begin to garner sweat. “Give me the setting sun, and I’ll be a richer man than most.” his voice is soft, almost as if he’s whispering. His hand reaches back in a swift motion, and he’s pulling off his shirt. As pure reflex you lower your gaze, but not before catching sight of his wings. They flutter momentarily, the sheer pink reflection catching in the setting sun. “For never have I seen gold like that which glows above the earth. Give me the night sky, and I’ll be the richest man for sure. For never have I seen diamonds like those that dance beside the moon.” he continues, back still facing you. You just barely recognize the scripture, fae are an ancient breed who take tradition very seriously. They have scriptures for everything—some more important than others. Your gut tells you this specific scripture is important. You begin to panic, wracking your brain for any clue as to what he’s saying to you—what he means.

And that’s when you see it, tucked beneath his left shoulder blade, almost hidden by his wing. A tattoo. Tattoos, to fae specifically, are much more than body art. They’re not meant for fun, they’re a declaration. A promise. A vow. You swallow your shock, narrowing your eyes to get a better look at the art. It’s small, delicate—but it also sticks out amongst his smooth, wide back.  You open your mouth to question him but your words die in place, your tongue suddenly feels thick, heavy in your mouth. It’s your name—the intricate design, the complex lines. This was more than a friend showing another friend some body art. This was a confession of the highest degree. A confession a fae of royalty should not be making to a simple human.

 “That’s incredible, Jaehyun. It is. But—" you swallow loudly in the quiet room, your heart jumping erratically in your chest.

“No." He turns around. "No buts. You think I'm going to hurt you? You think I'm going to get bored and run off with some undergrounder, some fairy, the first chance I get?” his eyes are piercing, dark with frustration. “You obviously have no idea how amazing you are. You are incredible, and I want you.” you take a step back, suddenly overwhelmed by his proximity, what he’s saying. “Every part of you. I want your stubbornness and your sarcasm and your competitive spirit. I want you challenging me and fighting beside me.” His large hands settle around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You resist—holding your hand on his chest—keeping him at a distance. What if one of the guards saw? “I want to hold you and kiss you and so much more because there's no one else in the world who knows me like you do. You have always been the one for me, even when we couldn't stand each other.” he lowers his voice, and suddenly everything becomes much more intimate. “You're beautiful, and you're more intelligent than any fairy I've met. It just feels right when you're beside me. It feel like I've been lost in the desert for years, and...I've finally come home.” he finishes, winded like he’s ran a marathon.

His dark eyes trace your features, gently removing your hand from his chest, closing the distance between you slowly. And, instead of fighting it like you should, you close your eyes and let yourself go. You feel the muscles of his shoulder beneath your hand. The frame his arms create is strong, secure, but you want those arms tighter around you. You want there to be no space at all between you.

As if reading your mind, he closes the distance. Tilting your chin up—his lips drawing you in—your breath becoming one. You want him so badly. You want to kiss him, laugh with him, cry with him, share every waking moment of your life with him because no matter how many awful things he's done in the past, you can't shake the undeniable feeling that when his arms are around you, you’re home.

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In TXT I ship you with...

Beomgyu!

Your moodboard:

“I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trelon. I have spent the night with the Duke of Death and left with both my sanity and my life.” he’s ranting now, his wide eyes holding you in place, hands frantically waving about. “I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during the day. I have talked to gods, slept with sirens, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.” you cock your eyebrow, patiently waiting for him to get to the point. 

“You have to have heard of me.” he balks at your impassive expression. 

“Your highness,” you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I know who you are, I just don’t care.” The absolute shock that momentarily paints his handsome features has you holding back a laugh. “But—” now you do roll your eyes, already bored with the conversation. 

“Your highness, I’m here to teach you—not indulge your ego. You’re going to be king soon—” he cuts you off, abruptly. “I do not wish to be king.” there’s an edge to his voice, a hard set to his jaw. You take a deep breath. “That doesn’t change the fact that you will be.” There’s a dark, forlorn and almost heartbreaking look in his eyes—it’s sudden and it’s gone as fast as it appeared—but it’s enough to stop you in your tracks. You swallow down the insult that was steadily making its way up your throat and you look at him, really look. Despite all of his accomplishments, if you wish to call sharing a chamber with a siren an accomplishment, he still just a kid. And suddenly your heart hurts for him,

“I once knew a troll who was heir to the throne of a great kingdom, he lived as a ranger and fought his destiny to sit on a throne but in his blood he was a king.” you say offhandedly, gazing out the large window to the east woodlands. You can feel the snap of his gaze on you. “I also knew a fae who was the king of a small kingdom, it was very small and his throne very humble.” you smile to yourself, remembering how delighted you were to meet such a respectable court. “He and his people were all brave and worthy conquerors.”

He takes a step towards you, you feel his eyes settle on your own—but you keep your gaze resolutely out the window. “And I knew a vampire who sat on a magnificent throne of a big and majestic kingdom, but he was not a king at all, he was only a cowardly steward.” you confessed quietly, suddenly overwhelmed by the memory of such a cruel ruler. Your eyes must reflect your feelings on the matter because the prince steps in front of you, cutting off your line of sight to the great woods.  “Why are you telling me this?” he questions, his tone lowered to match yours. 

You finally concede, looking up and catching his eyes. “Because I want you to know. You will be the king of a great kingdom, human or not—whether you want it or not—you will be the king, even if you live in naivety.”  His gaze darkens as you turn around and reach for a book on the 9 woodland kingdoms, the kingdoms you’re meant to teach the prince about, thoroughly; the book is old and worn, it smells like burnt leaves.  “My lady, I did not think you could answer it.” his voice cuts through the sudden silence. You tilt your head in his direction, for the first time, curious. “Answer what?” you voice, confusion etched in your features.

“Your calling, of course. When my father took you from your home without your leave—and set value only on your gift—I questioned your knowledge on the subject matter at hand.” he rounds the table, holding your gaze hostage. “But I am answered truly. You have given fair return for insult thrice over and set your worth: higher than my life and all my kingdom and all who live therein.”

He comes to a stop in front of you, yet again, this time much closer than before. “And though you can send my people to the fire, I can claim no debt to repay. It would be justly done.” his whispered words catch you off guard—the implication, the suggestion of a confession. You drop the book you’re holding, the noise echoing through the barren halls. 

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@urirealvibekiller​ omggg you're sooo sweet 😍😭 I'm going to cryyy. But also? That knife threat sENT ME hahhahaa 😂

And no, YOUR an absolute angel! I can't get over how pretty you areeeee! Teach me your ways! 🥺

Lol I hope you like your moodboard ship(s) — It started out one way, and then I randomly got inspired by a fantasy cottage-core advertisement lmfaoooo sorry! 🥰

[ambiguousdisorderken]

sometimes i use tumblr as my diary. dead dove do not eat.

want to CRYYY im kicking pillows i wanna scream fucking hell fuck fuck fuck my crush[see 'kyle']...

he uploaded a story to his ig and THAT BOY IS SO FINE i hadn't seen pics of him since... august? september? idek, and we don't talk, and yet... and yet. fuck. he's just not for me i Know that but still. still. im more than a bit pathetic and there's comfort in knowing it's not mutual else i'd just lose it. but seriously he's.. how is he real HOW. knowing he exists is both a blessing and a curse and i'd have him cursed or not but "he's just not that into" me. my consolation is he's got me as close friend on ig so that's that. downer coming now. ///venting!!! i feel like such a failure compared to him though, he's a couple years younger but he's got Life going on for him, meanwhile im stuck in the same place obsessing over my comfort ship of when i was 14. so what im like a carbon copy 15x20 winchester, ending in the same place as i started.. ugh. im. he is so beautiful he makes me want to cry, he makes me regret having the life i have. how unfair is that.tell me. no person should be allowed that. it's approaching a year now since we met. i thought i'd forget about him quicker seeing as we only interacted for a week or so, but nope. seared. etched. engraved. burned. stitched. god i wish i was better. i wish for so many things and i never get any anyway. i was already having a lousy night and now he's gone and made it worse (but better. i can't stop smiling but i feel awful). he's got so many things going on for him and I'm just v very happy. they've got planes and trains and cars but what's the use if we won't meet. ugh. at least I'm at peace with myself in the sense that my feelings won't be a bother to him and he can remember me as that girl he met in france just before the world was turned upside down.

also note to self: he's ethereal, sharp yet soft at the same time. he's a freaking angel.

[fy-bangchan]

Stray Kids 190324 Q&A Bang Chan w/ Translations

Fan: Who is the real Bang Chan? Bang Chan: WHO IS IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?

Fan: I love you Felix Bang Chan: I love Felix too

Fan: Chocolate or strawberry? Bang Chan: Hmm... both are good though? Strawberry?

Fan: Hey there Bang Chan: This is why I love you guys

Fan: HI Bang Chan: HEEEEYYYYY

Fan: Hello SKZ what are you doing? Bang Chan: Thinking of STAY~

Fan: Bang Chan are you there

Bang Chan: Oh My....

Fan: Chan, are you confused? hehehe

Bang Chan: hahahahah I’m having an identity crisis~!

Fan: YEET Bang Chan: YEEEEEEEEET

Fan: I wish I can hug and thank all of you personally for making me inspired and happy every day  Bang Chan: Naaawww... THANK YOU TOO!

Fan: I love you<3 SKZ cuties, this album is ognna be great!!! Bang Chan: Waaaaaaah Fighting!!!

Fan: CHANNIE FAVVVV WORD????? Bang Chan: 1. STAY! 2. Stray Kids!

Fan: What were you thinking about, Felix? (video) Bang Chan: IT’S ME!

Fan: I have no clue who this Bang Chan is I only know Christopher Bang

Bang Chan: I don't know who this is either ahahahahhahah

Fan: Chan notice me and I will put a screenshot on my forehead Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: What’s your favorite song on the new album? Bang Chan: Hm.... There’s a lot though... I like MIROH!

Fan:  ANYONE PLEASE NOTICE ME. I LOVE YOU Bang Chan:  NOTICED!

Fan: *private account* Bang Chan: Ah seriously this is so funny hahahahahahhah

Fan:  WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF OUR PROFILE PICTURES? Bang Chan:  I AM HONOURED

Fan:  if you guys reply, i’ll blast the comeback in my lessons tomorrow Bang Chan:  LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Fan: Which member steals food the most? Bang Chan: *raises hand silently....

Fan: I’m gonna give up :( Bang Chan: No! Don’t give uuuuuuup!!!!

Fan: Chan, who bothers you the most? Bang Chan: Stray Kids..... They bother me with love hehe

Fan: 3 q&a already, and guess what? You never noticed me :') Bang Chan: NOTICED! CHRISTIANO BANGNALDOOOOOOOOOOO 

Fan: You are not gonna read this, but Chan, thank you so much for being there every week lighting up my day💕

Bang Chan: Well, I'm glad I found this haha Thank you for being my energy!

Fan: I SWEAR IF YOU NOTICE ME I WILL LEARN THE CHOREOGRAPHY AND DANCE IN FRONT OF THE CAFETERIA IN MY SCHOOL Bang Chan: NOTICED! LET'S GOOOOOOOO

Fan: Lee Know I love you ㅠㅠ Bang Chan: I love Lee Know too~

Fan: will chan notice me, please god pleaseeee let him reply this

Bang Chan: oh no... don't cry baby

Fan: Jisungㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I love youㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I love you so muchㅠㅠㅠ Bang Chan: What about Channie-Channie~? hihi

Fan: chan u really did something here huh? hahaha

Bang Chan: WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Fan: Hannie~~~~ Bang Chan: Channie~~~~

Fan: *private account* (likely picture of his abs in the MIROH mv) Bang Chan: Huh! Oh my!!!!

Fan: *same picture and account as above* Bang Chan: 😳

Fan: JEONGIN YOURE A LEGEND

Bang Chan: LEGEND INDEED

Fan: Please recommend me a song from the new album to sing at the karaoke! I love you and congratulations on your 1 year anniversary❤️ Bang Chan: MIROH + Victory Song! If you sing those at the karaoke it’s really gonna blow up~

Fan: What do you think about all these Chan’s right now ??🤔 Bang Chan: I am stoked! I love em haha

Fan: Pleaseㅠㅠㅠㅠ I’m begging youㅠㅠㅠㅠ Please say “I love you~”ㅠㅠㅠ Bang Chan: Please say~ hahahahaha T/N: Chan replied by saying please say (haejuseyo) instead of I love you (saranghaeyo). He’s messing with her by purposely not replying what she wants.

Fan: CHRISTOPHER BANG PLS NOTICE ME UWU

Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: if you could transform to any animal in this world, what would it be Bang Chan: WOLF

Fan: STRAY KIDS I AM GRADUATING NEXT MONTH AND YOU ARE ONE OF MY BIGGEST INSPIRATIONS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH😭💕 Bang Chan: oh we are honoured... thank you for inspiring us as well!

Fan: is 19 X-Rated? Bang Chan: hmmm.....😳

Fan: *private account* Bang Chan: Ooooooooooh! it’s thanks to STAY of course~

Fan: COULD YOU PLEASE SAY FIGHTING TO ME? I'M HAVING A HARD TIME PLZ :( Bang Chan: NO! Don't have a hard time! I shall not allow it!

Fan: You should do this more often and respond to me Bang Chan: hehe

Fan: I love you, let’s be happy Bang Chan: Sounds good~

Fan: *private account* Bang Chan: HEHE

Fan: since we have like a bunch of i’m chans what if chan is one of them and i’m close friends with chan omf conspiracy theories at its finest Bang Chan: IT'S CHANCEPTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fan: Where’s Felix 😫 😫 😫 😫 😫

Bang Chan: FUSION...... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Fan:  I LOVE U CHAN I LOVE U CHANGBIN I LOVE U HYUNJIN I LOVE U WOOJIN I LOVE U JISUNG I LOVE U SEUNGMIN I LOVE U JEONGIN I LOVE U MINHO I LOVE U FELIX I LOVE U STRAY KIDS thanks for coming into my life. you are the most beautiful thing in my life. Bang Chan: but....... but...... what about STAY?

Fan: I’VE BEEN TWEETING FOR 27MINS. CHAN I LOVE YOU PLEASE NOTICE ME

Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: *same tweet as above* Bang Chan: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA my face.....

Fan: play video games with me Bang Chan: oh anytime!

Fan: RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT SWAGGGG Bang Chan: BYE OR WASSUP MAN

Fan: BANG CHAN IF YOU REALLY LOVE STAY NOTICE ME PLEASE😭💕

Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: christiano bangnaldo whERE ARE YOU? Bang Chan: CHRISTIANO BANGNALDOOOOOOOOOOO!

Fan: Will Stray Kids notice me?? I’m losing hope😭

Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: WILL YOU NOTICE ME CHRIS 👉👈 Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: *private account* Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: a long time ago I dreamed with you and in the dream I messed up and from that moment I feel like I need to apologize, so im sorry (?) Bang Chan: oh no problem haha

Fan: notice me its been 30 minutes (gif) Bang Chan: hehe NOTICED!

Fan: I WANNA MEET YOU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GUYS, I'M GONNA CRYYY<3<3

Bang Chan: Those lips tho...

Fan: whats your favorite pokemon?? Bang Chan: Geodude! (ChangBin) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

Fan: Mr.Bang chan You makeeee my heart completely stop Bang Chan: But that's.... not good.....

Fan: *same tweet as above* Bang Chan: hehe

Fan: I'M CRYING PLEASE NOTICE ME Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: would one of you answer me? Someday? Ill be waiting Bang Chan: hello hehe

Fan: I've noticed that the key (clé) to getting Chan to notice you is asking to get noticed, so here goes nothing. Will I ever get noticed, love you guys so much! Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: Chris, you are the most beautiful person inside and out. Just letting you know<3 Bang Chan: oh stahp... hehe you're more beautiful~

Fan: I'm not ready for the mv help Bang Chan: neither hahahahahaha

Fan: Can anyone notice me please..? Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: I've been waiting since district9 to get noticed lol Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: I want to join the fandom so hard, I listen to Stray Kids frequently but I just have no time. Should I put Changbin's voice on loop until I'm a Stay?   Bang Chan: but careful... you might turn into ChangBin hahahaha

Bang Chan: MV COMING SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fan: Chris where did you go Bang Chan: here~

Fan: CHAN WILL U NOTICE ME PLEASEEE 😭 😭 😭 Bang Chan: NOTICED!

Fan: where’s my reply Bang Chan: here haha

Fan: I really miss SKZ ㅜㅜ Bang Chan: I also miss STAYㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Fan: *private account* Bang Chan: Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It looks so deliciooooooooous!!!!!!

Fan: Oppa ㅜㅜ Please reply to me as well Bang Chan: hi hi

Fan: I’m just asking for an emojiㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ Please....... Bang Chan: 😜🤙

Fan: I’m giving up now... I don’t have any luck... Bang Chan: You’re wrong hihi

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[the-acid-pear]

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT last spin-off before Baki-Dou! This one actually happens after Baki: Son of Ogre and it's more about Hanayama so this will be fun! Time to read Baki Gaiden: Scarface ☺️

Chapter 1

No hace falta decir que quede re fisura de mi pelado pero bueno el Yakuza es bueno tambien

I looove color 😍

He's just 5 cm taller than Yuji-chan 🤣

Red eyes 😳

This is boring af but i will give it another chance

Chapter 2

Mean af kid smh :/

That mf hot as FUCK but we all know that

He's stupid 😂

Nakey

Ooohhyugyy flashbacks to his fight with Spec 😍☺️

Hana you are literally younger than him

HEHEOKJEJSHWG I MISS THE PRISONERS SM

WASN'T IT 4? STOP LYING YOU ASSHOLE

That ending was a bit 🥺 ngl

Chapter 3

I love that they have clothes his size

Kizaki is this you bro?

Mmm patas (judging Itagaki here)

OH SO THIS HAPPENS BEFORE THE CHILDHOOD SAGA?

SO HE WASN'T LYING HUH

It's been weeks but i need to read more

Chapter 4

"well, don't"

Kizaki has girlboss vibes

Same meal as when he was a kid... So cute

I love the effect Hana has on ppl

Chapter 5

Where... Is this gout thing going?

Why would Hana just, destroy a train?

ALI?!

Oh, no :/

I think i know who this T-Rex lad might be 😳

Mf went 😰

Aw bro this is sad af

Fang OwO

"the big muscle guy from America" beautiful description of Oliva

IGARIIII I MISS YOUUU 😭😭😭

It's funny how Kureha can revive ppl but cannot cure arthritis smh

Chapter 6

Damn he's LORGE

God i relate to this guy so bad

HE'S CRYING BRO 😢💔

Chapter 7

Hana needs to wear hats fr

STUFFED BEAR?!

I'm literally going to cry

Child? Idk if he's younger than you Hana

Chapter 8

BROOOO HAPPY ENDING IM GONNA CRYYY 🥺😭💞

Chapter 9

This is wholesome as fuck

"HANAYAMA IS BUDDHA"

T-Rex my beloved

Chapter 10

FISHERMAN HANA OBSESSED

Big fish!!!

A woman as example? Wow 😳

Motherfuckers took his ass smh

Glad he learnt how to swim, he didn't know when he was 15 <3

HOHWKHLSKDG 👁️👁️

Obsessed

Chapter 11

Um, orcas are literally right there??

He's pissed off >:D

AAYUTWUTQUWRURQRUWUSR

Small brain LOL!

Like boobs

King

Chapter 12

K-Kizaki. You are wearing a suit.

YESSS HANA GET HIS ASS 😍

THE FIRST VICE GRIP YOOO

Chapter 13

OBSESSED WITH BABY HANA

Men, WOOO

Girl what

Yo ignoring this freak, it would be cool af if Jack n Hana ever fought

A... Mf in the comments doesn't know Ricardo Milos is gay 🧍

Chapter 14

Drip

I love how kind he is

WAUSRAYEAYEEASYRS

At least there were no civilians hurt

Chapter 15

That WAS cool yeah

OF COURSE YOU PISSED YOUR PANTS

LOOK AT THEM ARHAJSJAJ

RED PANDA

I mean he's not wrong but he's past a hunk man

Chapter 16

Dilf

FOURTH TIME THEY SAY FAG WOOO NEW RECORD 👏

A penguin :y

This guy is kinda cool

Chapter 17

OH HI T-REX BABY 🥺

He's just trying his best man ough, this is sadder than Toba's backstory 😢

HEHEHE

UGZYFSYDyes GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IM GOING TO CRY

Okay i looked it up and T-Rex is 17 I'm going to try avoid jail time and not say i want to kiss him

Chapter 18

Are those his gums? Is he toothless?

Bro he looks so peaceful 🥺,,,

Oh my god.

Chapter 19

Hey isn't this the cop from the second book?

This mf more op than Dorian or Baki (in the illusion sense)

NOOO I THOUGHT HE WAS A PET

Oh NVM utdduayeysrsyrate

Chapter 20

C'mon he's trying :/

I mean queen idk maybe a lil hot? I like idk girl

Pimp

He isss a gentleman~

Chapter 21

I have no idea what this guy is saying

Freak

Yo that's too far :/

Chapter 22

Oh shit that's true i never thought of it but all these men must suffer a LOT when it rains, especially considering all the broken and broken and broken bones they have

HEHEHE THIS DUD

OwO

Chapter 23

It's like that post of the hedgehog, legit funny tho

Oh no 😰

Oh he didn't have teeth fr i see

YUJIRO WIG? 😳

Fucked up man

Chapter 24

Shit this was a short one tf

Chapter 25

HE PUNCHED THE ILLUSION AWAY YOOO

This midget a freak bro

Chapter 26

Smoking his weed, dream blunt rotation

Idk man they bad guys but i like these assassins

Rip 😔💔 /j

Chapter 27

How did his pants fall?

Also he fights naked sm seeing him like that isn't even like 😳 lmao

Hey Hana? Hana bro? Don't die here bro

HEY HANA PLEASE???

Chapter 28

OH THANK GOD

T-REX AUGH BLESS YOUR SOUL 😭💞

OH MY GOD BABY DONT DIE OUT THERE

USTYEAYATEAEAA THIS WHORE

Oh hey Tokugawa

ITSSURYEAYSRSYEYES BALD 💀

Mf couldn't put on pants no pussy out sort of doctor

Chapter 29

RETSU, KATSUMI! Wait, wasn't this during the Raitai tournament? HE KNEW AND DIDN'T TELL BAKI? Brooo :/

A WOMAN YAHAJAHAFA poor kureha

WIG 😭💀

Yessss Shiba 😢💞

Assholes y'all are making me cry

"My boy Kureha always coming in clutch to deus ex machina the shit out of every dying character" he's our hero

Chapter 30

Kureha passed out is cute

They are gonna arrive and he's gonna be gone already i bet

I called it

Fucking legend

Chapter 31

Hana don't die NOW

Chapter 32

OH HEY YUJI-CHAN, THIS IS UNEXPECTED!

I'm gonna lose it.

Imagine thinking you can get a finger from Yujiro lmao

Moustache assassin hot

NICE

I was willing to believe that

Chapter 33 and last

He's stronger than Yujiro, he knows how to use doors! 😍

Yuichiro who? Hanayama babey

Hehe the dudesss, i recognize that noseless guy. I was gonna point him out when he first appeared but i chose not to

That outfit lmao

AUGH T-REX DONT DIE PLSSS 🥺

AUGH FUCK WORST CLIFFHANGER EVER PAIN AGONY DEATH AND HATRED IN THE WORLD!!!!

NVM GUYS THERE'S ONE MORE

Chapter 36

YOU GO T-REX KILL MAIM DESTROY

Oh god he's pissed off 👁️👁️

YESSS SHIBA YOU KING, MY SWEET BOY IS SAVED

Okay even bigger of a cliffhanger now :/