#idk i'm just so overwhelmed with emotion that i just started tearing up in his car. i can't believe that this is my life :')

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y'all i'm exhausted but like... happy and so emotionally overwhelmed :')

[lilspacewolfie]

I Will Hold You For The Minute

I have a lot of feelings about this movie, too many to express, so please take this even though I'm sure it is not at all coherent <3

Content: 1.1k words, Copia x gn!reader, soft and angsty, idk i have too many feelings right now, ghovie related, Copia stresses a lot, lots of kisses, sweetness, that new fit oh my fucking satan its so hot, no beta.

It is so late that the Ministry halls are deathly silent, with only the rodents out of their hunts. It’ll probably be morning soon, you haven’t looked at a clock for hours, but the world outside remains cool and black. 

Today has been… a lot. That is the only way you can think of describing it. Overwhelming, emotional—like a tornado has ripped through the halls… and yet everything is the same, untouched. 

The man you love, standing before the mirror in his room and studying his reflection, is still here. He’s still Copia. 

Alive and breathing. 

You watch him from the doorway of his bathroom, having just slipped the last of his paint pots into the cabinets, stored away, wondering if they’ll ever be used again. Probably, most likely not. Melancholy has been a familiar friend for you today, and you cannot even begin to imagine how Copia is feeling. 

Copia, now Frater Imperator. 

It is surreal. 

Copia’s got an appraising face on. You watch his gloved hands touch the black glittering clerical collar, smoothing down the front of his new, stunning jacket. It is beautiful, tailor-made and spun from the finest wool with twisted, peak lapels made of the softest, shiniest satin. Attached to the lapels and edged with black gemstones, two precious rubies are pinned with a chain connecting in the centre from which a black grucifix swings. It sparkles under the lamplight, like stars against a black sky at the bottom of which, a ruby red tear-drop gem dangles. It’s ridiculous, maybe even a little bit impractical, but it's certainly Copia. And he looks damn good.

He fiddles with the collar and adjusts his cuffs for the hundredth time that night, and you watch his shoulders visibly slump when he meets your eyes in the mirror. You can't help but smile. How can you not? You love him, adore him with everything you are. 

“Hey,” you whisper, stepping into the room, “the bath is ready…”

Copia nods, his eyes back on his reflection. You pad up to him, barefoot and wrapped in his robe that hangs off your body, sliding an arm through his elbow. You lean against his shoulder, squeezing his bicep. The material creases under your touch, cool and crisp.

“Are you ready to get all this off?” You say again, softly, stroking up his arm tenderly. 

The stiffness that grips him is telling enough. When you find his gaze again, his unblinking and wide eyes are glassy, a little of his paint starting to smear down his cheek with a single tear. You can’t help when your own eyes start to burn. The emotions of the day are finally coming to a head. You’ve both been as strong as you can, an unspoken rule that matters not behind closed doors.

“You did so well,” you whisper, sliding a hand down to his tense one. When you lace your fingers through his, his grip is vice.

“Amore…” The way his voice falters on the term is too much for you.

“I’m so proud of you,” you sniffle, your own tears falling. You grip him tighter, leaning into him, watching your pictures in the mirror. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Copia. My Copia…”

When his face crumbles, you pull each other in a tight, suffocating embrace. Copia buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally, a sob breaks from him. His grip on you is tense, gloved fingers grasping at you desperately, like he’s afraid if he loosens his hold for a moment you’ll slip through his fingers like smoke. He wets your neck with tears, trembling as you stroke a hand through his soft hair and nuzzle into him. 

You kiss the soft, secret space of skin just under his ear, forever marked by your mouth as you hush him. You whisper words of affection and love, pouring everything you have into him, filling his cup with your light while you replace yours with his dark in the hopes he can find some relief. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you tell him again, softly, half-choked. “Everyone will be… so proud of you.” 

“I—I hope I did good for them. I hope I—I was good enough,” he whimpers on a shaky breath.

“Oh, you did so well,” you cradle the back of his neck and press your cheek to his before you nudge him back. The paint around his eyes is a messy smear down his cheeks, his top lip mashed and smeared into his bottom.

You cradle his handsome face, stroking bare thumbs over his cheeks, catching tears and smears of black paint. His eyes are bloodshot, the white iris starker in the centre of its red rim. The wrinkles of his face are deeper somehow with the stress, with all the loss and heartache, but it doesn’t detract from his beauty—from your Copia.

Leaning up on your tip-toes, you press your forehead to his and close your eyes. His hands stay around you, keeping you close. He’s still tense, but softening as the emotions are finally allowed out of the floodgates. 

“You did so well, my baby. My beautiful, sweet man,” you reaffirm again, smiling bittersweet, pulling back to kiss his cheek. Copia closes his eyes and sniffles again. 

“You will always be Copia. Nothing will ever change that.” You kiss his opposite cheek, speaking between sweet pecks. Copia starts to sway with you, slow, ample movements as you speak. “No matter your title,” another kiss, “no matter your appearance or your dress.” You kiss his forehead. “Papa Emeritus. Frater Imperator Copia.” You kiss his wet lids and the tip of his nose. “You will always be loved and treasured, forever. By your fans, by me, by everyone, my sweet boy. I know we are all so proud of you even if it all feels shit right now.” Your smile is bittersweet when he cracks his eyes open. They’re less watery than before. And you chuckle, quietly, nuzzling your nose to his. He lets out a heavy sigh.

Finally, after a few more bittersweet tears, you kiss him on the mouth. You melt into each other, gripping his lapels, his hand on the back of your neck, everything so soft, solid and shaky all at once. It’s strange, to finally watch the balloon that's been inflating beneath his ribs finally pop. 

“Ti amo,” Copia crokes roughly. “I don’t know what I would ever do without you, amore.”

You bring your hands up once more, caressing his temples and stroking through his soft, mousy hair and greys. He purrs, mismatched eyes fluttering. He pulls you in for another deep kiss, humming into our mouth when you part your lips.

It will take time to accept the changes, you know, neither of you will ever get used to such a huge shift… You’ve both always been afraid of the future and talked about your fears and anxieties in the late morning hours when neither of you could sleep. But you’ve done it before, and you will do it again, together as one.

You know that with him, the future doesn’t look so foreign.

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[anenbylittlepotato]

Tears of Love

Includes: Zhongli, Furina, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Itto, Ei

Warnings: Furina's is post-Fontaine archon quest bc I doubt she would be in any relationship pre-archon quest. Both Neuvillette and Furina contain vague spoilers

How Genshin character would react to you hugging them while crying and then saying "I just love you so muuuucch..."

Also, uhhh hey guys, I know I haven't written anything in 5 million years haha, sorry... I have been died dw about it. To make up for it I'm going crazy go stupid with this one. Gonna try and make a part 2 and maybe part 3 but idk when or if it’ll even happen

Zhongli

When he sees you crying, he is instantly concerned.

And then, when you run up and hug him, he's even more concerned as he hugs back, gently placing his hand on your head and rubbing your back comfortingly.

"My love? What is the matter, dear?

He gently moves his hand from the back of your head to cup your cheek when you look at him with them big ol wet eyes.

"I just love you so muuuuccch!"

He looks taken aback for a moment, surprised by that response.

Then he chuckles warmly and looks at you with all the love and adoration in the world

"My beloved, you and your love mean the world to me. Your brilliant radiance is more than enough to light up even the darkest corners of my mind. I cannot dream of spending my days without you, but if such a day were to ever occur, I would carry your memory with me at all times with all the warmth and love in my soul."

This makes you cry even more

"Aaaaaa I love you so much...."

He gently presses his forehead to yours.

"I love you too, my dearest."

And then he kisses you softly.

Afterward, he sits down with you, holding you gently.

Furina

When you come up to her crying, she's instantly panicking.

Oh no did she do something wrong? Did she say something that upset you??? Has she been neglecting you??? Did she forget something important? Oh no oh no oh no-

And then you hug her and she's like. Okay. Did someone else do something to upset you? She's not sure what she can do now that she's no long on the archon throne, but she'll try whatever she has to! Or maybe something else happened, maybe something that has nothing to do with other people, maybe some horrible thing happened to you like what happened to her.

"S-S/O? Are you okay?? What happened, what's wrong?"

Then you look at her with those big ol wet eyes and she turns to mush inside.

"I just love you muuuuuccccchhh..."

For several moments she just stares at you, not knowing how to respond.

And then she also starts getting emotional

"Oh."

She hugs you back really tightly, burying her face against you.

"I... I love you tooooo...."

And now you're both crying and telling each other how much you love each other.

Neuvillette

The moment he sees you crying, the beginning of rain can be heard outside.

He absolutely hates seeing you upset in any way and he immediately wants to just hold you in his arms and take all your stress and pain.

He immediately walks over and sits next to you.

"S/O? Are you alright? What's happened?"

He is a little surprised when you hug him, but not entirely, and he hugs back, gently rubbing your back.

"It's alright, dear, take your time."

"I just- I just- I love you so muuuuuuuucccchhhh..."

Well he certainly was not expecting that.

It starts raining outside even heavier.

"Ah... Is that... Not a good thing...? I am uncertain as to why this would make you sad..."

You uh... You'll have to explain to him that crying doesn't necessarily only happen when you're sad, but just when you're overwhelmed by An Emotion. Any emotion. Even positive ones.

He won't really understand all that well but he's trying 🥺 He'll definitely be thinking about it for the rest of the week and might even do some research about it if he manages to find the time.

In the moment, though, he just holds you and tells you how much he loves you as well. He is a little confused when this makes you cry more, but he doesn't say anything.

Kaveh

Like Furina, he also panics instantly the moment he sees you crying.

He's much more frantic and open about it though.

"Oh no, darling, sweetheart, are you okay?! What's wrong?! Did I do something wrong, what happened?!"

Then you hug him and he's surprised.

"S/O...?"

"I just- I love you so muuuuccchh!"

Kaveh.exe has stopped working

"Wha- You- I-"

My poor boy instantly melts into a puddle, becoming a complete emotional wreck.

This man is so fragile he just shatters like glass and the dam breaks and out come the tears, and now he's crying harder than you.

He somewhat incoherently babbles about how much he loves you and hugs you so tightly, just completely falling apart.

... He may have also been drinking a bit before this.

Okay, not a bit. A lot.

And now, even though you were the one who was crying initially, you're gonna have to sit down with him and try to calm him down

This poor pathetic little man... he's such a mess... I love him...

Itto

Also one of the panickers. Except he's stupid about it.

He actually has absolutely no idea how to deal with someone who's sad. He doesn't get sad often himself and his gang aren't the type to get sad often either.

So the MOMENT you hug him crying, he is freaking the fuck out

"Oh, nononono, baby, don't cry, don't cry! Hey it's okay, it's alright, don't cry!"

When he can't get you to calm down right away, he's immediately thinking of other solutions.

"Hey, ya wanna go see Granny Oni? She always knows exactly what to do to cheer me up when I'm sad!"

You have to stop him from picking you up and running off with you to take you to Granny Oni.

"No- Itto. I'm not sad, it's just.... I love you so muuuuch..."

He blinks a couple times.

"What"

For once, the man is speechless.

But only for a couple moments.

"Wait, but if you're not sad, then why are you crying???"

You'll have to explain it like with Neuvillette, except Itto's dumb so it'll take a lot longer for him to pick it up.

You end up spending so long trying to explain it that you end up not crying anymore and just laughing at him

And that just makes him more confused

"You were just crying a minute ago why are you laughing???"

Himbo <3

Ei

When she sees you crying she is surprisingly sweet about it.

She walks over and gently cups your cheeks, tilting your head to look up at her.

"What's the matter, dear? Are you alright?"

Her voice is so soft and gentle.

She isn't too surprised when you hug her and she hugs back, gently rubbing your back.

“I just- I love you so muuuucccchhh….”

She’s a little surprised by that response for a moment.

But once she processes it, she is just so endeared by it.

She looks at you with such a lovesick smile.

Like she feels like her heart is about to burst with love omg

She chuckles gently and pats your head.

“I love you too, dear.”

Afterward, she kisses you on the forehead, and then on the lips.

All she wants to do after that is hold you gentle in her arms

And she’s going to do exactly that

She takes you to your bed and gently holds you so that your head is on her chest

Doesn’t matter if you’re bigger than her. Your face? On the booba

I had to tag Neuvillette so many times bc apparently no one knows how to spell it 😭 Two Ls and two Ts people

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I literally don’t know what I’m doing with my life but I love bi han

Possessive Bi Han is hot

MK1 smut starring Bi Han

TW: sex (+18), GN reader, dom!bi-han, sub!reader, jealousy, possessiveness, degrading, idk what else to write

A/N: idk what I'm doing just enjoy this. I tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible- I didn't proofread so mb for any mistakes

Your chest was pressed into the sheets with your ass propped up. Bi Han slammed his cock into you unforgivingly. His balls slapping against you every time.

"You think Johnny could ever bring you this much pleasure?" He spoke with gritted teeth. His anger showed through with his relentless thrusts that fucked into you delightfully every time. One hand held the headboard while the other wrapped around your waist.

This resulted from earlier this morning at Madam Bo's shop. Johnny had been hitting on you, the Grandmaster's lover. Bi Han felt he was trying to steal you away from him. Johnny's flirtatious remarks and little puns had started to get on Bi Han's nerves, and it was evident from how he was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

"Are you a magician?" Johnny had whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle. "Because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears."

Bi Han had to excuse you both from the scene, and it was silent on your way home. He struggled to contain his emotions, and you could feel the tension building up inside him. You knew he was jealous, and it was starting to make you nervous. You tried to lighten the mood by cracking a few jokes, but Bi Han remained silent.

His lips were on yours as soon as you got home, leading to this moment.

Tears fell from your eyes due to the sheer amount of pleasure you felt. "It's too much. AhH~ I can't take it!" You moaned out, scratching at his broad back.

Bi Han continued with his relentless pace, his grip on your hip and headboard only tightening, ice forming under his fingertips. He gave a low groan, a testament to his pleasure.

"You can take it, my little vixen. You belong to me, only me. No one else can make you feel as good as I do, can they? Tell me, tell me how good I make you feel," He demanded, his voice laced with desire and dominance. His thrusts became even more forceful with each stroke, driving deeper into you.

You whimpered and moaned, arching your back impossibly more for your lover. A mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed your senses, causing you to dig your nails deeper into his back, struggling to keep up with his demanding pace. 

"You- You make me feel so good," You managed to gasp out in between breaths, your voice shakey and filled with need. "No one else can- ah~ Nobody can compare to you, my love. Only you can make me feel this."

Your skin bruised under Bi Han's harsh grip, his possessiveness and jealousy fueling his actions. He reveled in the power he held over you, his thrusts becoming more aggressive as he claimed you as his own. The room echoed with the sounds of our bodies colliding, and his grunts of pleasure mingled with your occasional whimper of pain.

You felt your release near, but so could Bi Han. Your moans were almost screams of pleasure, your breathing heavy.

Suddenly, he slowed his thrusts, slow strokes taking over. He let go of the headboard. Instead, his hand went down to grasp your hair. He refused to let you be satisfied until he claimed every inch of you. His grip on your hair tightened further, pulling your head back as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Not yet whore. I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for release. Beg for me to finish inside you," he growled.

Unable to deny him, you whimpered and pleaded. Your voice filled with desperation. "Please... Please, Bi Han- I can't take anymore. Please let me cum. Let me feel your release," Your voice sounded so pathetic to Bi Han. He almost felt bad for you.

Pushing your head back down into the pillow, he held it there before viciously thrusting into you again. A cruel smile crossed his lips as he granted your plea. It was almost punishing as he brought you close to your release.

Finally, you reached your climax, screaming out Bi Han's name. You were almost sure others had heard it, but you were too pleased to care. Your legs shook violently as you rode out your release. Bi Han continued his relentless pace, his nearing climax driving him further, his thrusts even more forceful. 

"Bi Han," You whimpered, your body sensitive and overstimulated, still trembling from the intensity of your pleasure. "I-I can't," You spoke, muffled, your voice filled with exhaustion and desperation. 

But he seemed determined to claim you. Without a warning, he flipped you onto your back. "You're mine, remember? I decide when you've had enough," He snarled, his hand snaking their way to your face to grip your jaw tightly. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release, seemingly unaffected by your pleas. Your legs were on his shoulders now, his other hand grabbing your thigh.

You grabbed at the sheets beneath you, your body trembling. As Bi Han finally reached his own climax, his grip on your jaw released, instead going to hold both your thighs. You felt him spill inside you, his cold liquids painting your walls white and marking you as his own.

Guess who's gonna give him a son soon.

[astonmartingf]

YOU'VE BEEN ON MY MIND—

— co-parenting with alonso has been smooth sailing, until he starts dropping hints that he wants to be with you again

P9 ★ SEE YOU IN MY FUTURE

amgf probably 2k words? almost 3k? idk but it's hurt/comfort! i did cry, and yes so... i'm emotional because it's ending but also... it's ENDING 😀🫵 DKXJSKDJZJ one more chapter yay!!! shout out to day6, what would this chapter be without your songs... enjoy 👍

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You weren't sure what to expect— despite your severe reaction the past week, you're now mellowed down and calm, you think back on your conversation with Seb a few months ago before his retirement.

You definitely have not moved on, and the mention of the upcoming season definitely felt like a band-aid ripped off a bleeding wound. And all the pain and resentment you felt was now revealed beneath the familial memories you built with Ales and Fernando.

Driving up to his gate, you're instantly filled with the comfort of his private home. The place you spent most of your time outside work, and even more than your own house, with Ales and Fernando. You rub away the headache slowly building in your head, getting out of your car and meeting Fernando who greeted you out of his home.

"Are you feeling better?"

You wince away, as you take a seat on the chair opposite of him. It would be much easier if he resented you the way you did. That you'd rather he treat you unfairly in the last few years, but he's Fernando. He's the father of your son, and the man you tenderly love, even to this day.

Which only hurts more, knowing you can never fully let go of the past, despite both growing since your separation but seeing him with Ales sparked the burning hope in you. Maybe this would be the time for you and Fernando, that this might be the future you've been longing for all along.

"I'm sorry, how I reacted last week... I thought I was okay with it, but I guess I still feel the same way." You rub your arms, looking elsewhere but Fernando's eyes, knowing well he's staring right through you. You were scared and vulnerable, all throughout the years you noticed your apprehension in communicating your feelings for the sake of your relationship. And it wasn't going well for you, or for Fernando, but this time it'd be different.

"And before you say anything, I just want to say that I'm proud of you. I'm glad you still race, and for the upcoming season. I understand if you think it's too selfish of me not to come, but Ales will, I just think I'm not ready for it yet."

You gulp down your nerves, raising your head, staring head on at Alonso who is still smiling. It breaks your heart, seeing him like this— if only he'd get up and say something about how unfair it is to him.

"I understand it. You don't have to worry, I won't force you." Silence.

The room was met with silence, until you hear the sniffles coming from Fernando, leaving you frozen in your seat. As much as you hate being vulnerable in front of him, you never thought he'd cry in front of you first.

You hear his laughter, seconds after as he wipes the tears falling from him eyes.

"Please, don't worry this is not your fault... I guess you could say I'm overwhelmed. I only ever thought about this moment, I kept thinking about when we can have this talk, but you were so focused on Ales. Rightfully so, he's our son and our priority, so even though I wanted to fix what has been broken before, maybe it wasn't the time. And when we talked last night, I kept blaming myself for rushing you, because it was my fault.

And now, you're telling me yourself, I'm happy you're here. I'm happy that you told me yourself, and every day I will prove myself to be better, not just as Ales' father but as someone who is worthy to be with you. I'm sorry if I'm being emotional, I just didn't think I would come close to this again. And with you, if you resent me, I won't blame you. I resent myself every day, after you left me, and this... this is more than enough for me right now."

It wasn't long before the tears began to fall from your eyes, you only ever thought of your pain. Choosing to leave with Ales, away from Fernando— away from the years you've been together. Away from the only man you ever loved.

Your only concern was licking the wounds of what was left from Fernando, what you didn't think was how he felt all those years.

"I'm sorry... How lonely it must've felt for you all those years. Away from Ales— I promise you, this time it will be different. One day, we will be together— I know it, because I don't think I'd have it any other way than you. I love you Fernando! I still do, even after all these years—"

Closing you eyes, your hands instinctively wrap around Fernando's neck wanting him closer, pulling him from more. Hands grabbing his face, feeling the tears fall down your fingers. Wiping them away, you kiss him once more before pulling each other in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kiss you without—"

"Shhh..." You hush Fernando's worries, resting your head on his shoulder, hands trailing over his back, resting them on top of his thick hair.

"I'm happy we had this conversation as well. Thank you Fernando. Thank you for still seeing me in your future. I had so many worries, and questions— all this time, I was just a coward. A selfish coward you decided for the both of us."

Fernando shakes his head, tutting his lips, "I won't let you day those things to yourself you hear me? You are brave and courageous, understand? And I love you, even though I feel undeserving of your feeling, I will work hard to be the man who deserves it. What happened, I don't blame you. But we'll figure these things out as the time goes by, don't be a stranger?"

With blurry eyes, you remove your head from Fernando's shoulders nodding your head. "I think I need to rest for a bit, can I take a nap here for a bit?"

"You want me to pick up Ales from Lance's while you sleep?"

The mention of your son immediately brought the sparkle in your eyes, which wasn't missed by Fernando who only smiled as he tucked you in his bed. "You can rest for a while, and when you wake up, we will be here. Sleep well Amor."

You feel your eyes getting heavier as Fernando's voice begins to thin out, you feel him leave a small kiss on your forehead causing you to smile before dosing off to your sleep.

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Hiiii I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if it was possible to do a artist hyunjin x reader, but a spicy one, basically they get in a heated Argument because, life has been stressful and hyunjin has been spending so so much time locked away in his room and not paying any attention to reader, so hyunjin storms out, a couple hours pass, reader decided to take a shower, and after coming out of the shower, only wearing a thin white tank top and lace panties.

Hyunjin comes home a couple minutes after and spots reader on the balcony just looking out, and notices what she is wearing, he goes up behind her and they start being all lovey dovey and they talk things out and say sorry, and then BOOM they start making out and have sweet sex on the balcony.

Idk I'm sorry if it's weird you don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable ofc but it was just an idea I had for a while, thanks for taking the time to read this, have a good day !!!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა - artist hyunjin x reader

warnings: smut (hot balcony sex) , slight angst.

— notes: omg just reading this made my jaw drop. this is my first ever request and never been so excited to write something. wanted to give this a more detailed feel and a bit longer but gonna give it my best shot. i hope it lives up to your expectations ! —

4 days..

It's been so long since you last talked to your boyfriend, Hyunjin. Each passing day feels more unfamiliar than the last. You know he has a reputation for immersing himself in his art, locking himself away in his studio for hours on end. It's his way of diving deep into his creative process, only emerging to use the restroom, which isn't very often. At first, it concerned you, but you got used to it because it never lasted longer than a day.

However, as the third day rolled around, panic started to set in. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off this time. Was he even still in the room? Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you finally mustered the courage to approach his studio door. You gave it a couple of gentle knocks, hoping he would hear and come to answer it. But all you were met with was deafening silence. You knocked again, desperation creeping into your voice.

Then, you heard a scoff from the other side of the door, confirming that he was indeed inside and alive. You couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and frustration. Maybe one more knock would do the trick, you thought optimistically. But once again, there was no response. The panic and worry that had consumed you began to transform into a simmering anger. It felt like it was always one thing after another with him.

If he wasn't engrossed in creating a masterpiece, he was tirelessly researching and seeking inspiration for his next project. It seemed impossible to have a normal conversation without art dominating the discussion. It felt like you didn't even have a boyfriend anymore. With a heavy heart, you reluctantly accepted defeat and retreated to your own room, resigning yourself to another lonely night in the bed that was meant to be shared with Hyunjin.

You longed for his touch, yearned to hear him say how much he loved you. You craved the simple pleasures of being a typical couple, going out on dates and making cherished memories together. It was hard to recall the last time you two went on a date, let alone the last time you shared an intimate moment.

These thoughts raced through your mind as you fell into a deep slumber, entering the fourth day of his self-imposed isolation.

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You wake up suddenly, startled by the sound of your bedroom door closing. You catch a glimpse of Hyunjin leaving the room. Without thinking, you rush to the door and see him standing in the doorway of his art studio. Tears start to flow down your face as all the emotions you've been holding in come crashing down. You drop to your knees, overwhelmed by everything that's been building up inside you.

In the midst of the studio's creative chaos, you find Hyunjin, his back turned to you as he adds strokes to a canvas that's as tumultuous as the current state of your relationship.

"Why do you keep doing this, Hyunjin?" Your voice cuts through the silence, a mix of hurt and frustration. "You've been in here for days, and I feel like you're just leaving me to... to just rot out there!"

Hyunjin's hand pauses mid-air, the tension palpable. He turns, a frown etched on his face. "It's not about you," he says with a sigh. "This is my work, my art. It demands my time."

"But what about us?" you counter, the hurt in your voice growing. "Your art might need you, but I need you too. We're supposed to be in this together, but I feel so alone."

He sets his brush down, facing you fully now. "I'm not trying to be selfish, but you knew how important this is to me. Can't you see that I'm doing this for us, for our future?"

“Our future doesn't exist in just your paintings, Hyunjin! It's here, between us, and it's fading away while you're lost in your colors and canvases!" Your words hang heavy in the air, an undeniable truth that even his art can't paint over.

"do you want to end up homeless because without this we will have nothing" His words cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving. "You just sit around, contributing nothing!"

your jaw clenches, disbelief painting your features. How could he be so blind? The house—its cleanliness, the meals that grace the table, the very fabric of your shared life—it's all maintained by your hands. And when he burrows into the depths of his creative fervor, it's you who ensures he doesn't wither away, lost in his canvas-strewn sanctuary. You're the one who remembers life beyond the art, who keeps the world turning while he's lost in his work.

Yet here he stands, accusing you of idleness, oblivious to the love and labor you pour into every corner of your shared existence. The sting of his ignorance is a physical ache in your chest.

“fuck you!" The words erupt from you, a volcanic release of pent-up hurt and frustration, before he turns on his heel, leaving nothing but the echo of the slammed door and a heart fracturing in his wake. The betrayal is a bitter pill, the taste lingering on your tongue. To him, are you truly nothing but a shadow, an accessory to his life of vibrant hues and bold strokes?

The silence of the house wraps around you, a cold embrace as you grapple with the shards of a love you thought unbreakable.

Time seemed to crawl as you grappled with the aftermath of the confrontation. Could it be true that his devotion to art overshadowed the bond you both nurtured? His absence left a void, and questions about his return loomed large in your mind, shrouded in a haze of uncertainty. The complexity of your emotions was overwhelming, and in an effort to find clarity, you sought refuge in the warm embrace of a shower. As the water cascaded over you, it seemed to carry away some of the sorrow, the familiar fragrance of your shampoo evoking memories of Hyunjin—how he cherished its scent, always breathing it in with a tender kiss on your forehead.

Resolved to calm your restless thoughts, you emerged from the shower, selecting a pair of charming lace panties and a simple white tank top from the wardrobe you both shared. A reflective pause in front of the mirror preceded your journey to the kitchen, where you crafted a mug of soothing warm tea. Cradling the comfort in your hands, you stepped out onto the balcony, the view from your apartment unfolding before you. It was there, amidst the tranquility, that recollections of joyous times spent with Hyunjin surfaced, before the tide of your relationship turned so tumultuous.

The love you held for him was profound, yet his seeming indifference left you adrift in a sea of whys. As the hour approached, worry began to knit your brow, the absence of any sign from Hyunjin igniting a concern for his whereabouts.

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The faint jingle of keys disrupts the quietude, signaling his return. Uncertainty grips you; should you greet him with open arms or brace yourself for another disappointment? As he steps through the house, the choice is made for you. You remain still, feigning ignorance of his presence, your body bare except for the delicate fabric of your tank top, a stark contrast to the cool balcony tiles.

The door closes with a firm click, and the sound of his footsteps grows louder, a steady drumbeat heralding his approach. Suddenly, his arms are around you, an unexpected embrace that sends a jolt through your body. "I'm sorry, you are infinitely more important than my art," he murmurs, his voice laced with remorse. You can't help but relent a little, his warmth seeping into your chilled skin.

"It wasn't about the art," you manage to say, your voice a mix of sadness and frustration. "It's feeling undervalued, as if my contributions are invisible to you." The words hang heavily between you, a confession of your innermost feelings. A tear threatens to escape, a tangible sign of your emotional toil. "I strive to fill our days with happiness, yet it seems to go unnoticed."

You're enveloped in a silence that's both comforting and tense, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, the soft touch of his lips on your shoulder breaks the stillness, a silent plea for forgiveness, coaxing you to turn and face him.

Enthralled by his magnetic charm, you find yourself lost in the depths of his gaze, eyes shimmering with the remnants of tears shed. A tide of regret engulfs him as he confronts the sorrow etched upon your features, a sorrow he inadvertently sculpted.

"I love you beyond measure. We'll carve out more time just for us," he vows, his voice a tender murmur. His eyes, once a fortress, now betray a vulnerability, a sheen of uncried tears mirroring your own. "You are the essence of my existence, and I hold dear every sacrifice you've made."

In a moment charged with raw emotion, you reach for him, fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt, drawing him into an ardent embrace. Your lips collide, a tempestuous dance that obliterates all distance between you. As passion crescendos, his hands explore the landscape of your back, a silent ode to your shared connection.

The caress of his lips on your skin leaves a trail of warmth, even as the cool night air brushes against you. Each kiss is deliberate, a silent promise of his yearning, and with every brush of his lips, the thrill of being out in the open, on the balcony, heightens your senses. The anticipation builds with each second that passes without his touch, and now that he's here, the hunger in his actions is unmistakable.

His breath against your neck sends another wave of chills, contrasting the heat that's pooling within you. The adrenaline of possibly being seen intertwines with the longing you've harbored during his absence. His touch is insistent, a testament to his own need as he slides the strap of your tank top, baring you to the night and to his gaze.

The sensation of his mouth on your breast, the mixture of his warmth and the cool breeze, is intoxicating. As he lavishes attention on your nipple, his tongue painting slow circles.

“fuck” you can't help but voice your pleasure. His groan vibrates against you, a deep sound of longing that echoes your own feelings.

turning you around, the cityscape becomes your backdrop, and his hands are firm on your hips making sure to hold you up. The slide of your panties is a whisper in the night, and his fingers are deft as they explore, sending jolts of pleasure through you with every movement. It's a dance as old as time, his skill with his hands a familiar path to ecstasy.

The passage of time seems to dissolve as he unzips his pants, the sound cutting through the stillness of the room. With a deft motion, he eases his boxers down just enough to liberate himself from their confines. Positioning himself at your entrance, the mere brush of his tip against you feels like liberation from an age-old yearning. The months of solitude, of only your own touch to satiate your desires, now seem a distant memory.

As he enters you, a chorus of deep moans escapes from both your lips, a testament to the intensity of the connection. "It's so tight," he murmurs, a hint of awe lacing his voice. His concern is palpable; he fears that any premature movement might bring about a swift end to this long-awaited union.

The initial thrust is a mix of eagerness and caution, as if he's navigating uncharted territory. The sensation of being filled, stretched so exquisitely, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. He follows with another, more urgent thrust, and you can't help but clench around him, a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensation.

“enjoy the view while i’m fucking you," he whispers, his hand drifting to initiate an exquisite dance upon your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your core. Compelled by his command, your eyes flutter open to the celestial canvas above, yet the allure of his gaze draws you back. Craning your neck, you steal a look at him—his focus intense, his movements deliberate—each thrust a promise of restraint, a slap withheld. His eyes lock onto yours, heavy with desire, and you feel the tension spiral within, escalating rapidly until it shatters, leaving you breathless, stifling your cries of ecstasy. He follows suit, his rhythm losing finesse as he succumbs, “baby i’m gonna cum” a fervent declaration escaping him as he collapses, his warmth enveloping you.

in the aftermath, you nudge him gently, a silent plea to seek refuge beneath the cover of your bed, embarrassed by what just took place moments ago. Hyunjin complies, his demeanor not of shame but of quiet triumph. He tucks you in, his lips finding your forehead in a tender reassurance, dispelling any fears of prying eyes. Nestled in his embrace, drowsiness overtakes you, “ i love you” his murmured affection lingering in the air. You acknowledge it with a weary nod, contentment flooding you as you drift into slumber, wrapped in the security of his arms. Forgiveness can wait; for now, this bliss is all that matters.

[a-aexotic]

hi can i request a katniss x fem! reader imagine angst + comfort :))

hi love! ofc i can, i hope u enjoyed it<3

a/n: this is set at the end of mockingjay part 2 when katniss breaks down after seeing prims cat !! this scene made me breakdown with her it looked so real, idk how jennifer never got an oscar for this scene

c/w: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!!!!! your heart will break, glass breaking, mental breakdown, crying, idk if theres more but dw it's a fluffy ending

The death of Primrose Everdeen was the worst thing to ever happen to Katniss.

Katniss tried and tried again to protect her all for her to die in the very end. All her best efforts had ended in vain; she had finally lost the one person she wholeheartedly loved. The one person who reminded her of innocence.

It was hard for you to see Katniss bottle up her feelings. It had been a few days since you both had come back to District 12 in the Victor's Village.

Katniss had not opened up one bit but you weren't surprised. You've know Katniss your entire life and you knew she thought that emotion was 'weakness'. She also know you had loses as well; she wanted to be the strong one.

You were both sitting on the couch; you were reading whilst Katniss was staring blank ahead, seemingly in deep thought.

"Katniss."

She didn't look your way. You slowly touched her hand, startling her before she sighed.

"Katniss, how are you... how are you feeling?" You whispered. You'd been holding off this question since you'd gotten home. You didn't want to suffocate her and she needed time. But you were worried.

"Fine, Y/N. Just tired." She said, her voice monotone. You looked unconvinced but she gave you a tired smile. You sighed and nodded.

"Okay, you can take a nap. I'll be right upstairs, okay?"

She nodded as you walked away and she took you up on that offer, falling asleep on the couch.

Not even 5 minutes go by and she hears some clattering in the kitchen. She got up slowly, walking into the kitchen and Prim's cat, Buttercup.

Her heart dropped, her body becoming suddenly tense as she looked at the cat. It meowed.

"She's gone." Katniss said sternly. The cat meowed again, making Katniss become upset. "Get out."

"Get out! She's gone!" Katniss had become overwhelmed with emotion, taking a glass and throwing at the orange cat. "Prim is gone!"

You heard the shouts from downstairs, making you jump and you ran downstairs, your heart beating fast and you feel like you're back in the war again. You saw Katniss throwing the glass and you ran to her.

"Katniss!"

She ignored you, taking another glass and throwing it at the cat. "She's dead! And she's not coming back!" She screamed, her eyes and face red with emotion at this point. You tried your best to hold back a sob as you saw your lover in so much pain.

You grabbed her arm as she screamed, "Get out! Get out!"

The cat, surprisingly, was still in the house, stubborn. She immediately leaned on the counter as she sobbed. You grabbed her shoulder and she turned around, leaning into you as she sobbed harder and harder.

You put a hand on her face, watching as her lips tremble and her eyes puffy with tears. You embraced her tightly, caressing her hair slowly as you shushed her. "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. I'm here, I'm with you."

Your presence calmed her as she took some deep breathes. "You're safe with me honey, don't worry. I'm here. You don't have to be brave with me, okay?"

She moved her face into your neck, sniffling as she embraced you. You felt her calm more and more as her breathing became more normal. You kissed her head comfortingly. "I love you, Kitty."

She let of your embrace, looking back at the orange act, her lips trembling once more.

She started petting it as it meowed again, leaning into her touch. She then grabbed it, hugging it as she started to cry once more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You then turned her around, grabbing her face and wiping her tears with your finger. "You didn't do anything wrong."

She knew that you didn't mean with just with the cat. She knew that you knew that she felt guilty for Prim's death. As she surveyed your face and your eyes, she was suddenly met with an intense feeling of gratefulness.

She was thankful for whatever higher power had sent you to her. She knew that she wouldn't have survived with you. She leaned in, pressing her lips against yours in a tight kiss.

"I love you." She whispered. You smiled as you looked down and pet Buttercup, looking back up at Katniss.

"I love you, too, Kitty."

[viaoverthemoon]

Everything

Leon Kennedy X GN!Reader

Idk about you guys... But I've written so much smut lately, that I'm starting to miss angst... ;)

So, here you go! Some angst for the soul!

Summary: You've made a mistake. Will he forgive you?

Tw: Angst, hurt/no comfort, swearing, begging (Like, hardcore on the knees begging), depression (Lemme know if I missed anything! <3)

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Enjoy! <3

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You'd thought that there would never be a moment in your relationship that would be strong enough to tear a hole in your romance.

Thought that if fate saw it fit, there would never be an argument or fight in sight.

You've spent so long being spoiled by the happy moments with him, that you'd completely forgotten the bad could exist.

But now, as he turns his back on you and walks tensely to the door, you can feel your entire world crumbling.

The tears pouring from your eyes never seemed to cease, snot drying under your nose as you try to sniffle it back.

You're gasping for air. You can't breathe.

Your hands reach for him, grabbing at his arms with a vice grip. He gently tries to pry his arm away, not making eye contact with you.

His mutters your name, fingers softly tugging at yours. But you're relentless, shaking your head as pained sobs tear from your throat.

"Please-! I'm sorry, Leon! I know- I- I made a mistake- But it was for you! I swear, all of it was for you-!"

Your nails dig into his skin. You plead, beg him not to leave. Your knees roughly hit the hard tile of the floor; body filled with so much overwhelming sadness that you fall to the ground.

But you never let go of his hand. "Please... Please don't-..."

His eyes meet yours for the briefest of moments, crystal clear blues dulled as though they've lost the ability to feel any emotion. And for a second, you begin to regret your decision.

"I won't ever- ever do it again. Jus... Just stay... please?"

For a moment, his expression softens. His eyes scan over your face as a pause of silence stretches so long that your hopes begin to raise.

Your thoughts drift.

Maybe, this will all be put behind the two of you. He'll accept your apology. Hold you. You'll cuddle as you watch a movie and laugh. And then fall asleep, forgetting this ever even happened.

Maybe, he'll forgive you. Kiss you on your forehead. Tell you how fucking stupid you were. Curse and swear at you.

Anything to make all of this disappear. To make everything go back to being as it was.

Leon's hand comes to rest on top of yours. Your eyes widen and you look up at him, a small smile raising to your lips as your heart races. This is it. Relief flows through you, breaking down your tension until...

His fingers gently pry yours off of his wrist, this time succeeding.

Your smile falls, brows furrowing. Your feel your heart begin to crack. "Wha- No-"

Without another word, he turns his back on you. "L-Leon, wait! Baby-!"

But he doesn't stop. Doesn't even turn around.

He opens the front door and walks out.

The door softly closes behind him.

You feel something snap. The sound of your life crumbling to a pile of ashes rattling all of your thoughts as you sit on the ground, broken heart bleeding freely within your chest.

You wait.

Your body sits on the floor for hours, waiting for him to come back.

And you eventually realize... he isn't going to.

The tears come silently, your body falling limp and curving into a ball. Your bones snap and pop, the weight of the world too heavy. But you let it crush you, welcoming the darkness that encircles you as you lose vision... and feeling... and...

Everything.

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Yeah, I wasn't expecting this either :(

Getting requests done!

Hope y'all enjoyed!!

Requests are open! <3

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Why are you crying?

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Genre : comfort

Tw : none

Pairing : Shu Yamino x reader (platonic..?)

Characters : you, shu, idk who else

Story : don't cry...

"I'm sorry, but I just can't do this anymore," the person in front of you said, his voice trembling, and his mouth forming a deep frown.

Taken aback, you felt your heart sink. You widened your eyes, trying to hide any sign of fear or sadness. "Oh..." you mumbled, your voice quivering slightly, unsure of what to say.

"I... Uh... Can we still be friends, right...?" Your voice trailed off, trying not to reveal the trembling in your hands.

"I guess so? Yeah, let's stay friends, yeah?" he replied, but his soft smile couldn't fully mask the disappointment in his eyes.

Despite your heart breaking into pieces, you kept your composure, not wanting him to see how vulnerable you truly felt.

Biting the inside of your lip, you steadied your voice, even though your heart was pounding in your chest. "I'm sorry for what I've done... I can't exactly control it, you know..."

"I don't actually," the guy laughed. You managed to force a weak smile, feeling a mix of sadness and fear.

"Yeah... Heh..." you said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil inside.

"You really don't feel any emotions, huh? You don't even seem sad; in fact, you look quite happy," he retorted, his voice laced with frustration and sadness.

Panic surged through you, but you tried to suppress it. "What..?" you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I'm not..." Your eyes wandered to the side, avoiding his gaze.

"You clearly are, but now we have nothing, so it doesn't really have anything to do with me anymore," he said, his voice betraying a hint of hurt.

You couldn't bear to look him in the eye. So you clenched your fists, trying to control the emotions bubbling within you. "Yeah..."

"Yeah. I cried for hours when I thought of breaking up with you the other day, and you didn't even do anything. But like I said, whatever," he added, his words feeling like a punch to your gut.

"Mhm," you hummed to yourself, trying to keep your voice level, masking the tremor in your breath.

"Bye, I guess?" The man shrugged, and you could feel your heart sinking further, but you refused to let him see your fear.

So, you nodded, looked away, and walked away as calmly as you could.

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When you arrived home, you stopped, feeling an unusual sensation in your chest. It was as if something had stabbed you, and a frown crept onto your face. Your hand instinctively glided up to meet your chest.

"This is weird…" you mumbled to yourself. "I don't… Why am I feeling this way?" You asked yourself once more, unsure of what was going on.

You looked at the mirror, walking towards it. As you gazed at your reflection, suddenly, tears started forming in your eyes. Confusion overwhelmed you - why were you crying?

"Ah..?" you said, surprised by the unexpected tears. Your hand came up to wipe your face, but the tears kept falling. "What's wrong with me? Why am I crying? This is so weird…" Your frown deepened.

Then, a knock was heard on your door. "(Name)? Are you there? I need to get some things I left at your place yesterday," a familiar voice rang.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, wait a second," you replied, quickly trying to compose yourself. The tears finally stopped as you walked toward the door, slowly opening it.

"Yeah, so as I was saying-" he started, but his words trailed off as he looked into your eyes. He stared intently, then turned his head sideways.

"Did you… Were you crying?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"No- I…" you trailed off, unable to find the right words to explain.

He looked at you with a warm smile. "Don't worry (Name), I don't judge."

You froze, attempting to say something, but the emotions overwhelmed you, leaving you speechless.

He pulled you into a hug, his hand gently brushing through your hair. "You can cry here (Name)."

As soon as you heard those reassuring words, more tears flowed down. Everything you had pent up until that moment came pouring out like a waterfall.

"I don't know what to do… Shu… Everyone keeps leaving me… And…" you managed to say amid your tears.

Shu sighed, his hands gently resting on your cheeks. "Look at me (Name), I won't leave you, okay? I promise. You can trust me on that."

You sniffled, using your hand to wipe your face. "Shu… I…" you tried to express your gratitude.

"Yeah?" he asked, his smile still comforting.

"Thanks…." you mumbled, your voice filled with emotion.

"You're welcome," his smile widened, offering you the support and comfort you needed in that vulnerable moment.

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-> I finally finished this one, dude this has been unfinished since Nina announced her graduation 😭😭

[dipplinduo]

I have no idea what you have planned in your devious little mind (compliment), but i have a fluffy image that I like to HC happens after the regular DLC story and lowkey hoping itd fit after whatever the heucking angsty shenanigans youve got planned.

Basically, like right after the climax of ID but before Keiran and Carmine go have a break, ornin SSD's case sometime after Peachy-runt is booted to the moon, Keiran's out sitting out in the Terrarium. Hes feeling guilty and selfshamey, dosnt really know what to do, is just wallowing.

By coincidence, Juliana is out in the Terarium conviniently nearby, probably having a picnic bc part of this idea relys on her pokemon being out, but she hasnt noticed Kerian presence yet. Idk, hes on the other side of a small hill, he foind a lil spot where its intentionally hard to see him, hes just not in Jules' eyeline, whateber reason, she dosnt see him from where shes making sandwiches. But one of her Pokemon dose see him.

Ogerpon.

Now, I may be projecting, but after what shes been through Id suspect Ogerpon is pretty good at reading someone's emotional state based off of body language. And she get to just stare at Keiran for a while, and is able to get a better read on the kid rather than 'lowkey obsessed guy who took the answer of No poorly'.

Keiran is spaced out, trying to process everything that happened, when he feels a gentle weight on his side. Ogerpon has come up, sat down, and is leaning against his shoulder bc she recognises that this kid needs to be grounded to help fight the thoughts. Even if shes still not a fan of him, she recognises that noone should fight those kinds of things alone. So she sits with him as he starts to shed tears.

(Ok im defo projecting, but moving on,)

That scene is the main bit of fluff i like to hc, but its could also continue to Jules' other pokemon take note that Ogerpon has wandered off, sees Keiran too. And they all make their way over one by one as Jules is still making sandwiches (either shes not getting the effect she wanted and starting over, she is meticulusly placing ingredients, or is actually making enough for all of her pokemon to have one)

By the time Jules is done with the sandwich, all of her pokemon are gone (except Koridon/Miridon bc they focused on Sammich), and she finally moves and sees them all huddled around something.

She approches and gets pulled into the cuddle pile on the other side of Keiran, who is now silently crying due to overwhelm, he did not expect this level of care from her pokemon and is able to get a bit of cathartic realease rather than bottling it all up.

Im imagaining it like an animation, and it closes out with Jules taking Keirans hand and squeezing it as she leans more into his shoulder, showing her own quiet support.

God this is some good fluff, projection or no. Immaculately good.

I promise I'm gonna do ya good with end end ending/epilogue.

[snickerdoodlles]

📒?

:D!

inspired by this post and fleshed out in @majestictortoise's DMs, but warehouse AU where Kim and Chay don't quite clear the warehouse before Tawan blows it. maybe Kim was sticking close to the edge of the building for cover, maybe he wasn't ready to hand Chay over to his father's men, maybe Tawan blew the building early--idk, not important! all that matters is: Kim and Chay are far enough away they don't get hurt by the blast itself, but close enough a chunk of the building or debris can fall over their head.

naturally, Kim shields Chay. gets hurt.

and THAT's when Chay wakes up.

naturally.

now, they don't stay trapped for long. they're the first two people Porsche and Kinn look for after they brush off the clothes embers, and their brothers are FRANTIC to find them. they find them quickly, but not before Kim gets Chay frantically patting him down to check if he's alright (he's not) and asking him a thousand questions (what he's actually worried about). the only questions answered are "where are we?" and Chay's "do you hearing ringing? my ears are still ringing" (cue Kim frantically checking his head, which Chay very much likes but also P'Kim, you're bleeding, P'Kim!). there are 998 unanswered and unresolved questions still waiting when their brothers uncovered them, then Chay's scooped up into Porsche's arms and Kim's scooped up into Kinn's, and Kim's OVERWHELMED by brother's affection but also pretty pissed Kinn's bullshit hurt Chay and he just told Kinn that instead of thank you for coming like he'd meant to say but he doesn't know how to tell him that NOW--

listen, Kim's house of cards lies in shambles, he's dealing with approximately 300x his usual gamut of emotions, Kinn manages to wrangle him into the hospital and knows not to leave him alone until the nurses have finished stitching him up, but then Kim sneaks out in the time it takes Kinn to turn his head long enough to thank the nurses (the nerve of that boy!).

meanwhile, the rest of them are putting out literal fires and cleaning up rubble and trying to figure out how the fuck they're going to bury this bullshit, but all of that is secondary because Chay Has Questions. some of which Porsche genuinely can't answer ("WIK is MAFIA?!") and most of which Porsche doesn't want to answer ("why are YOU mafia hia!!"). Porsche is very uncomfortable, up until Chay learns Kim is missing from the hospital and he gets distracted worrying over him.

which. Kim running away when Chay has firm proof he cares and knows where he lives? genius plan Kim.

and Kim thinks his brothers are going to leave him alone after a building fell on him?

Kim. kid. kiddo. baby boy. you are supposed to be smarter than this.

upcoming in an order i haven't bothered to figure out yet:

Khun bangs up a storm on Kim's front door. Kim's so startled he lets him in, then Kinn sneaks in behind him holding a medical kit.

Kim starting at it dumbly: the nurses already stitched me up dumbass

Kinn, clutching the kit tighter: but-

Kim: i'm fi--

Khun: WE WANT TO TAKE CARE OF YOU

Kim:

Kim: *bluescreens*

Kim is in fact so startled by BROTHERS he doesn't realize his conspiracy board's still out in the open in full view of Khun's nosiness while he's trapped under Kinn changing his wound's dressing

Kim: DON'T LOOK AT THAT

Khun: >:TTT FINE >:TTT

Khun is nosy around the rest of Kim's apartment

(*important note: Chay has hidden his polaroids around Kim's apartment, Kim hasn't found them yet)

Khun, screeching after he uncovers one of the polaroids: KIM who's the cutie writing you cute messages on sweet pictures!! :D!!!!

Kim: SO ABOUT MY CONSPIRACY BOARD--

Kinn, as Khun shows him the polaroid: Hey That's Chay

Kinn, squinting at Kim: are you two...close?

Kim:

Kim: *tears welling*

look. he's in a lot of pain and hasn't slept and everything's ruined and he's trying not to think about how much Chay must hate him now and it's all his fault Chay was kidnapped and he's scared and he doesn't know what to feel about brothers showing up caring and--

it's been a long two days basically, it's time for Kim to cry on his brothers' shoulders where it's safe. there are tears. there is snot. there is CLUTCHING and CLINGING. Porsche and Chay show up idk, eventually, and there is even MORE crying and clutching and clinging. all roads lead to patricide so that happens too eventually, but i am not writing this so who knows how that happens. Korn can be a footnote in this anyways, the important thing here is Kim and Chay getting trapped bleeding feelings, Kim and Chay getting scooped up by brothers before anything's resolved, and finally Kim crying with snot on brothers while brothers conspire to kill their father because seriously, fuck this bullshit.

bonus:

Kim: wait so why was Vegas working with some crony that looked like your stupid ex

Kinn: well. uh.

Kim: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT WAS HIM?!?

tortoise:

Kim: you should've let me kill him the first time

Kinn: you were fifteen!!!

Kim: at least i wouldn't have missed

me:

Kim: i call dibs on him next time

Kinn: he's dead

Kim: HE WAS LAST TIME TOO

[[ ask me about fic im not writing ]]

[002yb]

I really love the headcanon about Dick being half Italian and half thai so

Dickjay, but they are living together in a cottage house in Italy with a beautiful garden

Just these two starting over from scratch, building a life together while they both heal from past hurts (physical, psychological, emotional--). They pick up gardening as a hobby to share together because there's something bewildering about it - doing something good without it hurting.

And like. It doesn't matter what sort of setting this is, but for the sake of this ask I'm going to say it's post-Ethiopia after a narrow save. Dick pieces together what's happened and refuses to give Jason back to Bruce. So he uses his resources (one Slade Wilson) who gets them off the grid in a small Italian town. The price? Dick's occasional service for choice contracts.

(A temporary sacrifice, given that once Jason finds out about it he throws down and takes on half that burden; it's a win-win for Slade).

Anyway, it's a mess when they're first relocated. While Jason has healed to some extent, his body is still fucked. He's so egregiously hurt by what happened that he's dissociated the majority of the time - lost in his own head to try and protect himself from the reality that no one chose him.

(But Dick did - he's here; he's not going anywhere).

Gardening is a suggestion from some locals. Dick does it for something to do now that his busy days are filled with next to nothing now. And he's not good at it, honestly. Jason watches him from the porch as Dick complains about finicky plants and bugs eating them (though he likes to play with them, letting caterpillars crawl on his hand and giving bees space to do their thing).

Oh goodness, the state of this garden being a direct correlation to Jason's health (and Dick's mental health too lbr). So when it starts to show promise, Jason shows improvement, too. And then maybe a storm comes through right when Jason backslides and Dick just has a full breakdown trying to save the damn flowers he's been trying to grow and he's just an overwhelmed guy, soaked by the storm and muddy and trying so hard not to scream but doing it anyway because Jason isn't getting better and it's because Dick can't take care of him the way Jason needs and omggggggg

And the storm passes, of course. And Dick sits on the porch with his drowned flowers just contemplating life. As any twenty-something does.

Then there's Jason. Who goes to help clean up the mess the storm made and pulling Dick along so they can start fresh.

And idk just hugging it out in a torn up garden. Jason thanking Dick for being there and Dick just - wrapping himself around Jason and holding him so fiercely because what is Jason thanking him for? It's Dick who's grateful that Jason is here (that Dick made it in time - that he was there before it was too late).

Also additional scene where Jason breaks down after an eternity of bottling up all his grief and anguish. And it’s not as temperamental as Dick in that storm - in contrast it would be while he’s helping Dick garden. As they’re planting something new, hands in the dirt and sun on his back (though Dick throws a big ole sun hat on him, the one with sunflowers on the bottom ahhhhh) when the tears start. Just a drop to water the plants and then another. Then his hands are clenching but so is his chest.

And Dick sees it and startles. And of course he holds this boy as Jason mourns everything he was and isn’t, had and lost but found. Jason apologizing for too many things he doesn’t need to.

The way Jason would shake as Dick wraps around him and holds him together, a hand around Jason’s back and his head, gasping into Dick’s chest and sobbing. Jason is a quiet crier, but Dick will be damned if it doesn’t shake him to his core.

Also because this is ybb space, dickjay falling in love as they heal. As they go through the trials and tribulations of growing a garden and building a home together.

Jason never quiet walks without a limp. He's stiff when he stays kneeling in the dirt for too long, but the two of them lay among their vegetables or their flowers and trees. Sometimes with their hands brushing, other times fully wrapped around one another.

Ffffff their garden becoming a community garden of sorts. Neither of them are shy about sharing for anyone who needs anything. Just them humoring the local kids and giving veggies to grannies in need.

But of course, peace comes at a cost. Deathstroke. (< Who is actually relatively chill. The Italian countryside does wonders for him. So do Dick and Jason, ornery as they are. Usually Slade takes Dick for some work, but at some point Jason wants in (despite permanent injury, Jason is determined to pull his own weight).

And idk. Deathstroke becoming genuinely fond of these two. To his surprise, he is especially endeared to Jason. Who makes him homemade meals from the garden. Meanwhile Dick is just walking that line between professional and bratty because Dick puts Slade's own possessive tendencies to shame hahaha. And omg the little cottage might be Slade’s but gtfo stop flirting with Jason - Dick will throw hands.

(Bahahahaha Slade and Dick flirting so hard at Jason when they’re all together that Jason is simultaneously very maiden and very exasperated because these are two grown ass men, come on. But also, don’t stop cuz Jason likes it).

Uh~ this is a hodge podge of content here. So sorry if it's incoherent, but this was a sweet idea to explore!! Thank you for putting the thought out there. <3

Also, a lovely headcanon for Dick!!

[httpscryy]

☆Genshin men confessing their love for you/How they met you☆

Overview..how the two of you guys meet, and how they confess

Pairing.. Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Diluc

Tags..not proofread, fluff, sfw, lmk if i'm missing any!

Author's Note.. ngl i've been debating if I should start a genshin blog account or not but here it goes :sob:

❁Albedo❁

-Probably when you were on a trip to dragonspine, finishing up your commissions when you suddenly ran into some hillichurls and a cryo lawachrul

-Nothing too tough, but you wield a hydro vision, and you understood the risks when using it near cryo enemies, especially in dragonspine

-Not too far away, Albedo was sketching the scenery when he saw you trying to protect yourself while using your vision as little as possible to avoid being frozen. 

-He made his way toward you and to you, he saved your life -And from that day on, you stayed close to Albedo and helped him with his experiments and trouble

-It wasn’t long until he realizes his feelings for you, which was weird because he never felt this way with anyone before

✧Ayato✧

-You and him knew each other at very young ages because his parents and your parents were work partners

-As younger kids, you guys would often have play dates together and you enjoyed every moment of it

-So when you meet him face to face again after 8 years of no contact, you were filled with joy and tears

-Your parents and his parents smirked as Ayato took you into his room to fill you in on everything you have missed, and you did the same too

-You spent time with his new assistant–Thoma– and Ayato’s sister, Ayaka

-Because you were much older, you were allowed to travel through Inazuma all by yourself without your parents having to tell you to stay safe

-You would always visit Ayato, and soon you both caught feelings you guys were never aware of

-Ayato’s parents were always welcoming and nice, they loved how your presents brightened up Ayato’s smile

☆Childe☆

-You were a part of the Fatui Harbingers, so you knew Childe for a long time

-When he first joined the Fatui, he was around your age, thankful that you had a companion

-His first impressions of you were horrible, but you felt a teenie bit better when you realized he wouldn’t talk to anyone at all!

-You had enough and went to him and started a conversation with him, only to pull him back down if he ever stood up and left

-He thought you were stubborn but wasn’t he also? 

-The day he got his vision, you were delighted as a hydro vision appeared

- “You know, cryo and hydro work really well together, so why not get the Tsaritsa to give us missions together?” 

-Just like you said, the Tsaritsa gave missions assigned with your names on them and you were pleased with how far you and Childe had became

-You both were unaware of the feelings that were returned back, so you both kept quiet until the Tsaritsa ordered you two to steal Morax’s gnosis

-While watching the fireworks for the (idk which event it was i forgot ╯︿╰), you finally confessed your feelings to him, which you were surprised when he felt the same for you

ᗢ Diluc ᗢ

-You were overwhelmed by emotions as you strolled down the streets on Mondstat, looking for a specific tavern

- “This just- isn’t working out for the both of us Y/N, you can see that. It’s best if we part ways.” His voice rang in your head over and over again 

-You pushed open the tavern door as the bell chimed, and Diluc looked up at you with wide eyes

-You and him had been friends before his father got into an accident, so you both understood each other’s emotions, but Diluc can read you like a book. And tonight was another round of that

-You buried your head into the crook of his neck as he brought you upstairs into a private room

-He wasn’t fond of PDA, but for you, and for you only, that was his exception

-He had a big crush on you ever since you two were little, so it was kind of awkward just standing there and watching you cry

-He wasn’t having any of it, so he shut you up by a kiss on your lips

-You eyes widened as he pulled away, but hey, at least his plan worked

- “I-I’m sorry I don’t know-” 

-You were laughing, and you know what, you shouldn’t be wasting your tears on people like your ex

-You confessed your feelings to him too, but he was aware that you weren’t ready for a relationship just yet after the incident

- “I’ll wait forever for you, my Y/N. Even if I had to wait 1000 years for you, I will wait patiently, just for you”

Hope you enjoyed, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated! <3

[bita-bita]

Last night I had a dream where I broke up with Erwin for some reason, but we still loved each other. (As always I was a civilian in the dream)

After that, my close friend (adult) Eren started to be closer to me, being even more caring than before, and he sorta confessed that he's had feelings for me all this time (which I already knew). And we started a relationship but I told him to take it slow because I was still dealing with my emotions about the previous relationship. He accepted.

One day, I knew Erwin would be in some part of the forest in some sort of a meeting or something. And I sneaked into the forest to see him from afar. (PATHETIC) I missed him so much T - T

And while coming back, I lost my way but found a road and walked along it and then my Military Police Captain dad accidentally saw me and left his work to take me back to our area 😬😁

When I arrived home it was early morning and Eren was very worried (me and Eren stayed in the same house 🤔)

And I think I lied to him about where I've been... 😞

That night, we were both sitting on Eren's bed, and I was thinking of Erwin all the time and I was so frustrated with myself that I couldn't just forget about him and focus on Eren who clearly cared so much about me. In an overwhelmed state of feeling too many emotions at once, without thinking, I leaned in and kissed Eren. It was our first kiss since I had asked him to take things slow with me. He was shocked but then relaxed and slowly returned the kiss. After a while I pulled back and had tears in my eyes. I was angry with myself that I had kissed him and made him think we're making progress while I still had Erwin on my mind. But I couldn't bring myself to say my thoughts out loud in fear of hurting Eren. Eren wiped my tears and comforted me, and I left as quickly as I could to sleep in my bed in a separate room.

So... we had phones in this dream? And there was an app in this universe.. which had a vintage cozy vibe to it. I can't remember its name. I had a few people followed on it, and Eren wanted to cheer me up and entertain me so he shared Hange's and Levi's accounts with me so I could follow them, and I did, but then noticed there are some very scary images on their accounts, some of them were about titans and titan shifters, they were way too scary for me to handle and I started crying and rushed to Eren's room, He quickly sat up and opened his arms for me, I curled up against his chest. He gently kissed my temple and forehead, murmuring an appology saying that he didn't notice the images would be scary for me and he only meant for me to be entertained.

I gave my phone to him so he could unfollow Hange and Levi for me so I wouldn't have to look at their accounts myself. And as my new boyfriend, he just decided to unfollow Erwin too while he was at it 🙄 and blocked him too. WHY EREN?????

Then he continued to comfort me until I could fall asleep in his bed that night (well we always had been close even before this romantic relationship started)

The next day the scouts were at the beach

Not for swimming, but.. idk. Maybe they wanted to search the sea and find out more about it. And I was there too xD But it was a chill trip to the beach. None of them were in uniform. Erwin was there too, and Oh. My. God. He looked GORGEOUS under the sunlight. I wanted to cry, okay???

He was wearing a thin white button-up shirt, the top part was unbuttoned, and I think he was wearing light brown/beige pants and had folded them up a bit so they wouldn't get wet. He was standing on the beach near the sea, he had found a... dragon. And was trying to tame/befriend it. The dragon was pretty chill with Erwin.

@wyvernslovecake I'm sure I had the dragon part in my dream because of you, Cas hahah

So, for some reason, no one was surprised by the dragon we just thought, "Oh cool, a sea creature perhaps." And it was only, hmm.. a bit bigger than a horse or a bear. I'm sure it wasn't the kind to breathe fire. It was white, with blue eyes, and was standing next to Erwin. The pair of them looked so graceful jehishsihsosj Erwin deserves a white dragon by his side T - T

And I just missed him soooooo much, so I went up to him. I didn't have anything to say. I just really really needed to interact with him, or I would have died T - T

Erwin looked at me with a gentle expression, but I knew him, and I could see the sadness in his eyes. He held a hand to the dragon's head to keep it back so it wouldn't unexpectedly move towards me or something even though it was unlikely. The dragon seemed way too chill to want to attack or anything.

I looked at the dragon for a while, admiring its white scales under the sunlight. Then I looked at Erwin, and after a few moments of silence, we started to talk. Erwin was very polite and gentle as always. And at some point I told him "Eren treats me well, and he loves me so much.. but I miss how it feels to love..." implying that I didn't love Eren back

Erwin's expression softened even more, and his beautiful blue eyes showed even more emotion now.. he was doing a good job of masking his emotions, but I could tell! I knew him well enough to notice. He looked away a bit. We were both conflicted about the situation we were in. We were both holding back ourselves not to jump on each other and just hold onto the other one. I couldn't help the tears that were forming in my eyes and to not make it hard for him, I started walking away while silently crying and thinking oh just how beautiful his golden hair looked under the sunlight and how his blue eyes matched the sea behind him T - T *dramatic music in the background lol*

I was gonna go tell Eren that I couldn't try with him anymore and that my mind was.. focused elsewhere. And I was TOO sad that it woke me from the dream ×_×

[pacifymebby]

Hey Layla! I’m curious.. who is a fictional character you find yourself identifying with? And why? I feel like it says a lot about a person 🥰

Hiii <3 i love this question but omg its difficult.

Here me out on this one but

Mole (Wind in the Willows)

🌿 He starts off so quiet/reserved and isolated, he lives his quiet underground life minding his own business and well, i guess staying in his comfort zone... But he does have the desire for adventure, later whenever ratty is shaking his head and not wanting to go along with toads plans, its moley who is like "oo but it could? Be fun" like he's uncertain but he has this kind of want for excitement. Which is very much me as i have been my whole life, im really shy, and I'm anxious about things, but i have a curiosity that means whilst i do prefer my comfort zone and my little house with all my little things, theres still something inside me that craves the excitement and draws me to the wild wood. Like i too would have heard ratty say "we don't go there" and immediately been curious as to why.

🌿He's so anxious but so fiercly loyal to his friends that he faces his fears and puts himself in harms way to save his friends and I'm like that too, anxious, terrified to talk to people, but the moment a friend needs me, i find my voice for them. Also there's like a level of stupid to his loyalty, like when he goes into the wild woods on his own, doesnt even know where he's going but he just goes because he feels he has to for toad, so he just stumbles on in, knowing its a bad idea but doing it anyway. I do that alot haha

🌿 He's younger that badger and ratty and he really looks up to them in every way, like theyre not father figures but theyre older, wiser friends who moley looks to for protection and to learn from too, they show him the riverbank and all these new things like Messing about on boats!! And he really admires them but also trusts them immediately, almost naively, just trusts them and I feel like thats very much what i am like when i make friends with any male my age or above. I look for friends with that "take you under my wing" nurturing side to them. (like how me and B became friends, it was because he really did just keep me tucked under his wing)

🌿He's so earthy (yes i know he's a mole) but hes so earthy and he loves his dark damp mole hole with all of his little things, its his home and he loves it even though it isnt much and then when he's with Ratty and he realises that he can't remember where it is, and he cries and gets so sad. Like hes so me for real, i love my room, i love making myself a little home, a sanctuary kind of place thats mine that feels totally safe and cosy and comfortabke. And i will quite happily stay in it forever and ever like its my little nest if I get things just right.

Unnamed Narrator/second mrs de'winter (Rebecca /daphne du maurier)

🌿 Shes so young and she falls head over for a sophisticated older man who is more well educated, higher class status etc than she is and she is so taken in by him and like, naively swept off her feet. She's desperate for his approval and giddy whenever she gets it and what can I say... Reading this book made my daddy issues ten times worse because it normalised them haha

🌿 She really is like, an over emotional, naive little waif and she spends the whole novel feeling too much about the smallest of things. There are times when Max is a little sharp with her and she gets overwhelmed with sadness and guilt and shame ans humiliation all at once and sits there trying not to cry but crying anyway and like, literally last night i was overtired and sulking and B made a passing comment about me being in a foul mood and I waited until he'd left the room and then burst into tears with the intention of getting it out my system whilst he was gone (but he came back into the room unexpected and saw me and was just like oh...) like idk i feel like im a super dramatic takes everything to heart, really easily upset kind of girl? And also like happy things, people showing her basic kindness also sets her off and i too cry at the smallest kind gesture towards me.

🌿Here are some bits i took photos of when reading because i identified so hard haha

🌿 Shes also just deeply anxious about pleasing other people, living up to expectations, she thinks so much about everything and she spends so much time deeply embarrassed by her own perception of herself, whilst like, biting her nails over whether or not she is doing things right. Shes so aware of her own naivety and yet also not at all.

🌿Max is constantly calling her a silly little girl, B is constantly saying similar to me, for similar reasons (like he acts a little distant once, or forgets to be soft with me once and i become convinced he hates me haha)

Thank u for this it was fun, i do think ive basically revealed myself to be even more whimiscal and pathetic than we already thought though haha <3

[strwbbericrumb]

Masuda x Depressed Reader.. but it's just them arguing for 30 minutes and then comfort

Remember too take care of yourself if you are having suicidal thoughts please reach out to someone! - Mod Servant

This might be a bit ooc it's my first time writing for Matsuda!

TW: THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE, MATSUDA BEING MATSUDA, CURSING,

You walked into Matsuda's room you were nervous but you felt like you had to ask him you had to tell someone...

''Hey Matsuda do you ever want to just die?''

"All the time. Why? What stupid crap happened?"

''Nothing, its fine.''

"Bullshit. What happened?"

''It's just that.. recently I've had thoughts of killing myself…''

"Hm. That sounds like a "you" problem. Not my issue."

''Fuck off''

Yasuke rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Yasuke was about to go back to his work but decided against it. "Do you wanna talk?"

''...yeah'' you said awkwardly

"So tell me what's wrong. I'm not gonna call you a whiny loser if that's what your worrying about."

You laughed for some reason

"Hey! I'm serious! I'm not gonna call you a weakling or something." Yasuke was lying by the way

''I wanna hang myself.''

Yasuke was annoyed but held back the urge to call them a moron. "Why?"

''Uh... idk?'' It was just hard to explain but you guess emotions are like that

Yasuke was still annoyed. "You want to end your life and you don't even have a reason why. You have the IQ of a f*cking fly!"

''Go fuck yourself!!''

"Why don't you cry to someone who cares? Because I could less if your gone."

''kys''

"Aw! I hit a nerve and the baby's gonna throw a fit! Cry me a river."

"Do you have a crying fetish or something? dumb dacryphilac!!''

"Do you have dumbfuck syndrome or something? You're the one who's whining like a f*cking child!"

"Stfu"

"Only when you stop crying like a child who had to be taken away from his mommy's breast."

''WHAT''

"Oh, did I hit a nerve again? Don't act like you've never sucked on your mommy's tits to get milk."

''That's why your moms dead!!'

Yasuke froze for a split second. Then stood up and was going to grab you by your throat. "What the f*ck did you say?"

"..."

Yasuke grabbed your throat. "Shut up you goddamn freak! Do you think I like to talk about my mother's death?!"

"Do you think I like trying to tell people about my struggles and then they make fun of me?!"

Yasuke was so pissed he slapped you in the face. "My mother is gone! I had to live in a foster home for years after she died! Do you know how f*cking difficult it is to tell your friends and classmates that your mom is gone?"

"DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO TELL YOU I WANTED TO DIE I'VE BEEN HOLDING THAT IN FOR FUCKING MONTHS AND AS SOON AS I FUCKING TELL SOMEONE I ACTUALLY TRUST THEY FUCKING MAKE FUN OF ME?!"

You were tearing up it was overwhelming you trusted him...

... Yasuke was silent. He slowly let his grip off of you, then looked down. Then he went to sit back down in his office chair, looking down at the ground.

You started crying...

Yasuke was going to make fun of you. But he didn't. Instead he stayed silent. His eyes slightly filled with tears. He was reminded of his childhood. He felt bad. "You want a hug or something?"

"yeah-....."

"Then come here dumbass."

You hugged him

''Your so mean when your being nice...''

"Shut up." Yasuke hugged you as hard as he could. He tried to hold in his tears. He started to calm down a little bit.

The only things that could be heard is soft cryingg

Yasuke held you close to him, and just hugged you. "Calm down y/n. Come on. It's going to be alright."

Alright that's it I'm tired I'm sorry - Mod Servant