#ilyg

[mittysins]

To all the folks I regularly see in my notifs...

I'd let you eat me out 💙

[a-mimic-and-a-jester]

Only 70 new notes today? disappointing. im disappointed in all 106 of you.

[pet-pet-peet]

With all the shit going down, especially now, I just want to send a lot of love to the trans and nb friends in my community.

You are strong.

You are valid.

You are loved.

You deserve kindness and respect.

No government can change that.

[sammygirlypop]

Send This To Your Bestfriend💀🤣 Sound: @ShiroTheBuddy

[brrrkdslek]

thinking about soft yandere! yeosang who smiles so hard his cheeks hurt when he sees you arrive home from your late shift, curling himself onto your lap on the couch as you sit down. soft yandere! yeosang whose eyes sparkle when you talk about how your day has been and what you've done.

soft yandere! yeosang, whose tummy will do flips when you praise him and thank him for massaging your shoulders while you take a bath after your long and hard day. he'd smile and say the same thing each time, "as long as you're happy, i'm willing to do it all."

you must think that soft yandere! yeosang would be a giant fluffball, always clinging onto you and kicking his feet in the air with just your noses touching or you complimenting him every day. well, that much is true. but he will do unspeakable things so long as your safety is guaranteed, his own doesn't matter, only you do.

soft yandere! yeosang was cuddled up in your chest, sleeping soundly. his smile never leaving his face as you unconsciously stroke his hair and pat his back, as a parent would do for their child. however, his eyes soon flutter open upon hearing shuffling at the front door.

immediately, he jumped out of bed. quiet as to listen from the bedroom door before he heard you mumble, "baby... what are you doin'? it's late, come back to bed." soft yandere! yeosangquickly went to your side, "i'm just gonna pee, i'll be right back." although he flashed you the same gentle smile, his eyes said otherwise.

quickly plopping back down, you drifted off to sleep with ease. soft yandere! yeosangthen kissed your forehead before slowly creeping out of the bedroom, locking it from the outside. he quickly found a hooded figure creeping through your home office, messing up your paperwork as they mumbled a string of curses.

he sighed and went to the kitchen and swiftly pulled out a butcher knife, eyes darkening with each passing second. making his way back to the office, he slowly opened the door adn creeped behind the figure. they only turned around as soft yandere! yeosang landed the heavy knife onto the person's shoulder.

they let out a pained scream and collapsed onto the ground, covering the open wound with their hand. soft yandere! yeosang whose lips curled upwards as he watched the blood spurt out in between their fingers, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. soft yandere! yeosang gripped onto the person's scalp and lifted their head up, examining their face.

"ah, it's you." the person shuddered under soft yandere! yeosang's hard glare, "m-me...?" he tsked, "yes, you. the weird that'd been bothering my love for the past few days." soft yandere! yeosang rolled his eyes upon hearing the empty apologies from the man, begging to be spared.

soft yandere! yeosang hated him, he hated people like the man who only apologise when they're in danger, and to the wrong person. he wasn't feeling too nice today and chopped off the man's head in one swift move, careful as to not spray blood onto the paperwork you worked so long to complete.

he smiled in satisfaction as he dragged the body out of the apartment and began deep cleaning the place. soft yandere! yeosang who is willing to clean as much blood as he needed to, so long as you are living well without the disturbance of nuisances like the little stalker.

after soft yandere! yeosang had cleaned everything up, he did a few stretched before climbing back into bed, right by your chest, just how he liked it. soft yandere! yeosang who promised to himself to protect you with his life, and love you until his last breath.

[harryedwardtris]

Hey guys let me know what you guys think of this story so far

I started this as a joke and as a way to get my mind off of things. Im going to be honestl i dnot reeally think i am the best writer btu i have been wanting to try it for a while.

this is heavily based off of lovely runner

Tw: Suiside, dark thoughs?? uhhh i cant really think of anythign else to tw but if you guys think i should add somthing let me know

WC: 1201

Y/N sat on her bed, staring out the window at the world bustling by. Sunlight poured in, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, but it felt like a distant glow, one she could no longer reach. The accident had changed everything—her life, her dreams, and most painfully, her ability to walk. A car veered into her lane one fateful evening, and in an instant, everything she had known shattered.

Months passed, but the emotional scars lingered. Y/N felt trapped in a body that refused to cooperate, and with each passing day, the weight of despair pressed heavier on her heart. She was devastated and humiliated, grappling with a reality that stripped away her independence. Once vibrant and full of life, she now found herself isolated, a shell of her former self. Friends who had once surrounded her began to drift away, unsure how to navigate the changes in her life. The echoes of laughter and joy from her past haunted her, reminding her of the vibrant life she once led. Isolation became her only companion, and she withdrew from social gatherings, afraid of their pity and her own vulnerability.

In this dark period, the only thing that brought her solace was Jungwon’s music. His songs resonated with her pain and hopes, painting vivid landscapes of emotions she could scarcely articulate. Whenever she listened, it was as if he were reaching out through the speakers, urging her to hold on to hope amidst the darkness. His voice felt like a lifeline, a reminder that there was still beauty in the world, even if she couldn’t fully participate in it.

One particularly dreary night, when the shadows in her room felt especially deep, she turned on the radio, hoping to escape her thoughts. Jungwon’s voice broke through the static, filling her room with warmth. “Hey, everyone! We’re live tonight, and I just want to remind anyone listening that it’s okay to feel lost sometimes. Life has its ups and downs, but you have to hold on to hope.”

Y/N felt a flicker of connection, but the weight of her sadness held her back. Just then, her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Hesitantly, she answered, half-expecting a prank call.

“Hey! Is this Y/N?” The familiar voice sent chills down her spine.

“Um, yes? Who is this?” she stammered, her heart racing.

“It’s Jungwon. I know it sounds strange, but I wanted to talk to you. You’ve been feeling down, right?”

Her breath hitched. How did he know? “I… I don’t really want to talk right now,” she mumbled, fighting back tears.

“Listen, it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. You’re stronger than you think,” he said, his voice soothing and sincere.

Those words washed over her like a balm, igniting a flicker of hope in her heart. For the first time in a long while, she felt seen. She didn’t want the call to end, but reality soon crashed back in, and she hung up, her heart racing with a mix of gratitude and longing. She had never imagined that she would be speaking to someone who had become such a significant part of her life, even from a distance.

In the years that followed, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into Jungwon’s world. She became a devoted fan, attending fan meetings and following every update about him. His music became her escape, a lifeline that kept her tethered to the world. With each new song, she felt as if Jungwon was speaking directly to her, acknowledging her struggles and encouraging her to keep fighting.

Finally, the day came when she managed to get tickets to his concert. She was ecstatic, counting down the days like a child waiting for Christmas. The excitement filled her with a sense of purpose she hadn’t felt in years. She meticulously planned her outfit, wanting to look her best, even if she couldn’t walk unassisted. She imagined the energy of the crowd, the thrill of being close to the stage, and the joy of seeing Jungwon perform live.

But as the concert approached, work obligations loomed large, and Y/N found herself buried under deadlines. The pressure mounted, and she felt the familiar grip of anxiety tightening around her chest. Each day that passed felt like a countdown to disappointment, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't shake the feeling that something would go wrong.

The night of the concert arrived, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t make it on time. Heartbroken, she stood outside the venue, the sounds of the concert spilling into the street. The vibrant energy around her felt like a cruel reminder of her isolation. She watched as fans rushed past her, their faces lit with excitement, and felt a deep sense of loss. The world seemed to move on without her, and she felt like a ghost, haunting the edges of a life she could no longer participate in.

In need of air, Y/N wandered to a nearby bridge, seeking solace in the cool night breeze. She leaned against the railing, staring down at the water below, contemplating the what-ifs that haunted her. The stars above felt distant, just like the dreams she once held close.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she was startled to see Jungwon emerging from a van, flanked by his security. Her heart raced as he approached, a concerned look on his face.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, genuine worry etched in his features.

“I… I missed your concert,” Y/N confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of disappointment pressed heavily on her chest, and she felt tears welling in her eyes.

“Life can be overwhelming sometimes. But remember, every setback is a setup for a comeback. You’re not alone in this,” he encouraged, stepping closer.

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and for a moment, all her worries faded away. She felt an undeniable connection to him, one that transcended the boundaries of fan and idol. They talked for what felt like hours, sharing laughter and stories that made her forget the pain of her reality. Y/N found herself slowly falling for him, captivated by his kindness and warmth. In that moment, she felt alive again—not just as a fan, but as a person worthy of love and connection.

As she left the bridge that night, her heart soared. She couldn’t stop smiling, replaying their conversation in her mind. The world felt a little brighter, and she was ready to embrace it again. The connection they had formed filled her with hope, and for the first time in years, she believed in the possibility of a future.

But when Y/N awoke the next morning, her heart sank as she scrolled through her phone. The news headlines screamed at her: “Idol Jungwon Falls from Balcony, Suspected Suicide.”

Shock coursed through her veins, and she felt as if the ground beneath her had crumbled away. No, it couldn’t be. Memories of their conversation echoed in her mind, and she struggled to comprehend the tragic reality.

Y/N sank to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. How could this happen? She had just started to believe in hope again, and now it felt ripped away. The joy she had felt just hours before was replaced by an unbearable weight of grief. The light that had briefly illuminated her life was snuffed out, leaving her in an abyss of despair.

Her mind raced with questions. How could someone so full of life and kindness be gone? The irony of their last conversation gnawed at her; he had told her she was strong, but now she felt weak and helpless. The world outside her window blurred as she sobbed, each tear a testament to the dreams that had just begun to blossom.

As she cradled her phone, the weight of grief settled heavily on her heart. She felt the walls closing in, the isolation returning with a vengeance. The very source of her hope had been cruelly taken from her, and she was left to grapple with the harsh reality of loss.

But amidst the darkness, a flicker of determination sparked within her. Y/N recalled the moments of connection she had shared with Jungwon, the way his words had lifted her when she felt lost.

“I won’t let this be the end, Jungwon,” she whispered into the silence of her room, determination rising amidst the sorrow. “I will find a way to save you.”

AN: tbh i dont think i really portrayed the emotions very well but for a first drat it don thin its to bad.

if you guy think i should edit it and post the rest of the sotry let me know

[idlingsomewhere]

i did it

[spectrophobiia]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO INTERSEX PEOPLE

[twinkbusted]

being a writer is a curse... every like reminds me i must write more

[lowkeyren]

hey, sorry to bother but i'm one of the people who's keeping track of ur update about this and just wanna encourage you because i felt that it must be extremely uncomfortable having your work copied and repost without permission like that 😭🫰 hope things go well for you because it's kind of annoying to see people praise that thief for something they didn't do by themselves

crazy things do happened...

help 😓💀 i have no words lmao. i think they blocked me or sum i cant see no more 🙏🏻

[vmpivory]

OMG GUYS?!?!??! this is my first work on here and its been like only 5 hours TT tysmm, hope ygs enjoyed it <3

[colebrookstone-irl]

Ooc post !!

DHAJFJS RAAAHHHH YOU GUYS R AMAZING AND ILY/P AND YOU SO SWEEEETTT

ANYWAYS

Got things sorted out with my dad, and everything's all sorted out as much as they can be right now but everything's alright now !

Anyways it's like 2am and I might sleep might not I have no idea but ty guys for understanding earlier

I was expecting the situation to escalate much worse but I'm thankful it didn't :)

[star-realities]

not ignoring yall!! Im on hiatus rn- ill be back... at some point hahaha

[ging-pegger]

hey guys! a bit of a different post than usual... but please bear with me here ♥︎

i understand it may have been discouraging for my blog to have remained a bit inactive for a lengthy period of time; and to be totally transparent, it was due to personal life experiences i was going through. i am so happy to have people still here and excited for what i post, it is genuinely so reassuring.

i experienced a completely devastating loss in april of 2023, which left me a complete mess. i am still to this day facing difficulties with the grieving process, but things are getting better. additionally, as ive shared with ygs before i do struggle with my mental health, which was also a big factor in my lengthy hiatus. I've been bringing myself back to this blog, back to you guys and back to hxh and I'm trying to enjoy life again. and im happy to say it has honestly helped so much to have this support system when i returned.

i apologize for how long it has taken me to get back to writing. and i want to say thank you to everyone who stuck around here.

with this being said, i really want to boost engagement, and I'm really curious as to what i can do that will draw in interactions, and make you guys happy! i try to be very open and as interactive as possible; but lately I've noticed that my blog feels as though its going downhill in comparison to what it once was.

I don't really know whats to blame for the lack of interest, and I'm not really trying to get down to its root cause or anything, however it's just been very discouraging lately.

i say in complete honesty that i get so excited when my mutuals and followers reach out for any reason, i love having a platform that allows me to have one on one discussions with you guys. which is why i opt to post on tumblr rather than any other fanfiction site.

please utilize reblogs, dms, the ask box, and comments to reach out to me if you are interested! share your thoughts, ideas, opinions, art etc. i want to hear from you guys. you are all very important to me. because without you i would have no one to share my creativity with! you all give me a creative outlet and incredible support and love that i will always be thankful for, because you have never ever put me down for the writing i produce, and in recent times my art.

i really hope to hear from you guys soon, like i said feel free to reach out in any way you feel comfortable with 🫶 stay safe

[brrrkdslek]

180 YAYYYY👯‍♀️🫂🫶🏻⭐️‼️

AHHHHHY 170⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️😍🔫

[osaemu]

Your writing is just so *chefs kiss* and you seem really nice <3

AWWHH UR SO SWEET !! !! ! thank u sososo much tehe <3