#the nbhd is better

[like-a-good-nbhd]

[sanakiras]

HEAVEN

PAIRING — jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 3.4k

SYNOPSIS — wonwoo has a reputation for being distant, quiet and a bit mysterious. once you get to know him better, though, you come to find the sweet, shy boy underneath the surface.

TAGS — established relationship, explicit sexual content, sub-ish virgin!wonwoo, lowkey corruption kink, i have a sickening crush on this man can you tell, not proofread :)

♪ — the nbhd - heaven,, hank lotion - k-sEx

NOTE — gam3 bo1 wonwoo and ep 1 nana tour wonwoo footage has been making me act UP and i think he’s just so cute <3 screw the hard dom wonu agenda i like to see my men a lil WEAK ‼️😁

like most people, you felt rather intimidated when you met jeon wonwoo for the first time.

stoic, quiet, intelligent. the strong and silent type. that was the clear image you had of him. and to top it all off, he had the criminally good looks too. a relatively rare kind of man to come across, in your opinion.

though you began to see him in a different light after bonding with him over your shared love for video games. since then, you’ve discovered he can actually be quite talkative, cracking silly puns or laughing at the corniest dad jokes. he’s well-spoken and is actually very open about his feelings, which you found refreshing.

and while developing a friendship with him, you realized how much of a big softie he actually is, which paints quite the contrast compared to his cold and quiet persona he unintentionally seems to put up towards those outside his circle of close friends and family.

it reminds you of the day he asked you out — that sweet, shy smile on his face with rosy cheeks, all flustered and stuttering that you really don’t have to say yes if you don’t feel like it and he’ll push it all to the side like nothing happened if that’s what you’d prefer—

you very easily interrupted him by agreeing to go on a date with him. you’d never seen him smile wider.

wonwoo is cute when he smiles.

and despite his nervousness in the beginning, he still made efforts to be as talkative as he could and show you his interest in you, which you found very sweet. you had a great time with him, and you noticed rather quickly how comfortable you felt around him.

a couple dates later, he asked you if you wanted to be his girlfriend, and you certainly didn’t refuse him.

he’s also turned out to be a gentleman in his own way — subtly saying he could do certain things for you to make your life easier in that monotone voice of his, eyes following you around whenever he’s with you.

the first time he slept over at your place was rather recently after you two made it official. it wasn’t planned, since he was supposed to go back to his place after your date, but due to issues with public transport, you offered him to stay with you instead.

with his face and chest bare, he got into bed next to you. of course you’d imagined what he looked like underneath his big hoodies, but actually having him by your side like this was different.

and wonwoo was putting every bit of effort into playing it cool, even though he was freaking out to be sleeping next to his first girlfriend, forcing himself to look away from your tank top that left very little to the imagination.

yet ironically, it was all he could fantasize about before drifting to sleep.

normally, you’d only let a guy into your bed to do things other than sleeping once you’ve been dating for quite a while. it’s never been something you like to initiate quickly — but wonwoo’s been making you question it. severely.

because he looks so hot when he’s out on the field with his football team, when he’s working out, when he’s gaming on his pc, even when he just fucking smiles at you. the worst thing of it all might be that he doesn’t even seem the slightest bit aware of how attractive he is, nor what effect it has on you.

maybe you should really just tell him you want to jump him like a tree.

but you don’t want to rush him. for all you know, he doesn’t feel like doing that at all with you yet, and for some reason you just didn’t know when or how to ask him about it. later, you thought to yourself.

though you will say you’ve been pushing his buttons a little over the course of time. ever since that night, you’ve subtly been putting yourself on display for him. low-cut shirts and dresses so he can take a peek at your cleavage, accidentally exposing a bit of the fabric of your lingerie, sitting in his lap and rubbing up on him — unintentionally, of course.

it took every ounce of self-control in your body not to smirk when you felt him stiffen up underneath you.

the progress of your relationship has been nothing but positive, really. but you’re aching for him to just touch you at this point.

the day you hit your breaking point isn’t much later. you were trying on some newly bought dresses in front of him, one more revealing than the other — sundresses always work magic on men for whatever reason — and you turned around to find him pathetically trying to hide his hard-on while seated on your bed.

and you just couldn’t find it in you to wait any longer.

so that’s how you ended up sitting in his lap, hands on the back of his neck as you’re grinding against him. his glasses are sitting lop-sided on his nose, black locks messy from your fingers threading through them, lips swollen from your kisses.

the moment he feels your fingers tugging at his hoodie, he feels the need to clear up what he’s been meaning to tell you for a while now.

“i need to tell you something. i’ve—” he cuts himself off when he accidentally lets out a whimper, “i’ve never had sex with anyone.”

he’s still heavily breathing, looking at you in anticipation, and you just can’t escape the buzzing feeling you get from the idea of taking his virginity.

“do you want to?” you ask him, and how could he say no when you’re holding his face like this, looking at him like you’re willing to give him the ride of his life?

“yeah, yeah, i just—i usually don’t last very long,” he sheepishly admits, then internally asking himself why the fuck he would say that, “sorry, i’m nervous.”

but you think it’s endearing. “i don’t mind. we can always go for a second round, right?”

all he can do is nod his head in agreement. “i, i um—i’m not sure what to do next. i’m sorry, this is embarrassing.”

“it’s not, really. it’s not some big performance you need to put up, it’s something fun and exciting and intimate. you can go ahead and relax, and tell me if you like or don’t like what i’m doing.” you reassure him so patiently, which puts him at ease.

jesus — if anything, he’s already a whimpering, stuttering mess and you’re hardly even touching him.

so you move your hand down into his boxers, fingers wrapping around him to test the waters. he gasps in surprise once he feels you touching him, heat rushing to his cheeks.

“just let me take care of you, ‘kay? we can stop anytime.” you tell him, and he trusts you enough to let you go on.

you press another kiss to his lips before moving backwards, fingers taking a hold of the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers.

the cold on his skin makes him shiver, but he’s hardly given the time to feel exposed in front of you when you’ve already got your hands on him, pleasantly surprised by his size.

“you’re so big, wonu.” you tell him in a sweet voice, feeling like you’re about to drool at the sight of him.

“didn’t think i was big.” he mumbles more to himself than to you, staring at the ceiling as he tries to steady his breathing.

you chuckle a little as you watch him. “you are. gonna have to work for it to make you fit into me.” the words make his eyes widen, images of you getting fucked by him flashing through his mind.

“fuck, really?”

“mhm. but you’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

wonwoo is absolutely crumbling underneath you here. the effect that your mere words have on him should be studied, because shit, he’s never felt this hot before. why is it so hot in here? is he sweating already? “yeah, i’ll—i’ll do anything you want me to.”

he’s such a sweetheart that it makes you want to ruin him.

for the sake of both his and your own pleasure, you decide not to tease any longer and touch his cock with your lips. he lets out a moan of surprise, the feeling being unfamiliar to him, but holy shit — this has got to be what heaven feels like.

his chest heaves as he tries to control his breathing once more, focusing on keeping his breathing by his stomach. your tongue darts out to lick his cock, and he whimpers, which makes you triumphantly smile a little.

you’re genuinely curious to see how long he can last, so you catch him by surprise by taking him into your mouth as far as possible, and his hand subconscously flies to the back of your head, and he doesn’t know whether he wants to push your head down or pull it back. he releases a choked moan, spurring you on to keep him lodged in your throat despite his efforts to pull you off him.

“fuck—please don’t make me cum already, baby, please—” he begs, loving the feeling of your mouth on him like that — he just doesn’t want to hit his peak that fast.

unfortunately for him, you do.

with your mouth currently no longer on him, you gently jerk him off instead, his hips automatically bucking into your grip. “what if i want you to?”

“you’ve barely—barely touched me. ‘s embarrassing.” he chokes out. the heat is still rushing to his cheeks. his hands are shaking.

of course he’s nervous. you’re his first time, his first girlfriend, it’s all new to him. he’s clearly afraid you might be turned off by him being all flustered like this.

so you make it your mission to show him it’s very much the opposite.

discarding your dress, you’re left in your tank top and underwear, nipples poking through the thin, white fabric. you move to tilt his face up with your glossy, acrylic nail, gently holding his chin, your face mere inches away from his.

“do you have any idea how wet i am? just from seeing you like this?” you ask, pulling his one hand down so he can feel the dampness of your panties. “bet you could slip right in.”

a broken whimper slips out of his mouth when he feels it. he didn’t know you were this turned on.

you push his head and upper body back against the pillows, making him lie down fully, and you’re just so eager to suck the life out of him.

the feeling of your warm mouth and tongue around him makes him experience a sensation he didn’t think was possible. christ, this must be what heaven feels like.

“oh my god—you’re so fucking good.” he’s arching his back with his eyes tightly shut from the pleasure you’re giving him. it’s only when you take him as far in your throat as possible that the first guttural groan is ripped from the depths of his chest. it’s a low, sexy sound that makes you clench around nothing.

he’s burning hot under you, causing his glasses to fog up a little. he carelessly throws the pair onto his nightstand, the grip on the back of your head becoming harsher and less gentle than before, because he’s that fucking close now.

it’s cute seeing wonwoo not knowing what to do with himself. keeping your mouth on his cock, gripping the sheets, throwing his head back before he casts his eyes back down to watch you suck him off — it’s like he’s being overstimulated in the best way possible.

it’s enough for you to sense he’s close, which makes you take your mouth off him to jerk him off instead, all so you can watch him chase his release. “that’s it, wonu, give it to me.”

there’s a sudden shiver that runs from his back and core all the way down to his toes. he tenses up, unintentionally grabbing your wrist to stop your movements as he trembles and his body gives in to his orgasm.

once he’s coming down from his high, he looks at you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

“that was… holy shit.” he laughs a little to himself, eliciting a chuckle from you.

“i’m that good, huh?”

“yeah.”

“wanna keep going?”

“mhm.”

“okay. take off your shirt.”

wonwoo blinks for a moment. he practically forgot he was still wearing one, so he sits up and gets rid of the black shirt, throwing it beside your bed, now completely bare before you.

if he’s being honest, you did ease his nerves by letting him have his first orgasm already. the strange sense of shame he previously felt has disappeared into the air, with only nervous excitement left.

he feels good.

especially when he watches you move to sit on your knees on the bed, removing the tank top and slipping out of your underwear.

his eyes are glued to your naked body, hardly able to look away — that is, until you sit down in his lap, your dripping heat touching his hardening dick, making him twitch under you.

“where do you keep your condoms?”

the question forces him out of his constant staring at your body. “uh—nightstand.” he mutters, taking the initiative to reach and get it himself.

thankfully, he manages to get it on himself quickly. you urge him to lie back down again while you position yourself above him, shamelessly staring at his strong chest and broad shoulders.

his mouth is agape when you sink down on him, and fuck, he’s in so deep.

the stretch burns, especially because you didn’t get yourself ready, but you’re so dripping wet to the point you don’t care — you need him in you.

wonwoo notices you struggle despite your arousal. “you don’t have to take me all the way if it hurts.”

you hum, a half-smirk creeping onto your face. “but it hurts so good. so i will.”

once he’s sheathed fully inside you, he’s subconsciously holding his breath. the anticipation for you to move is killing him. the sensitivity of his dick makes him whimper, his lashes fluttering as his teeth sink into his lower lip in a failed attempt to hold it together.

you decide to tease him a little by clenching down on him. his hands fly to your hips, gripping the skin harder than intended from the sudden feeling, his breathing becoming erratic again. “hah—don’t do that, please, i don’t wanna cum yet baby—please.”

“why? you close?” you ask him with an innocent face, knowing damn well what you’re doing to him.

“yeah. need you so bad.” he answers truthfully, his ego and pride nowhere to be found anymore. whether he sounds pathetic or not, he doesn’t give a shit. all he knows is that you’re sitting on top of him and he needs you to make him feel what he’s been desperate to feel for so damn long.

so you tilt your head. “‘s okay, wonu. i’ll give it to you.”

he can hardly even make out a response before you lift your hips and proceed to sink back down on him, your hands on his chest. a filthy moan rolls past his lips — you think it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard in your damn life.

then you begin to roll your hips, and he sucks through his teeth from the feeling, a mix of overstimulation and pleasure rushing through him. once you let out your first dragged-out moan, his fingers twitch for a moment, digging deeper into your skin.

“have you thought about this? fucking me?”

despite the position he’s in right now, he still feels his face heat up when you ask him dirty things like that, even more so when he answers them.

“yeah, i did.”

“when? tell me. i wanna hear it.” you tell him, and when you’re so gorgeously riding him like this, how could he not oblige?

wonwoo swallows, stuttering as he focuses on recalling the memories while admiring you and the feeling you’re letting him experience. “when i saw you wearing that short skirt on our second date, and—and that time you came to watch me at the football game. couple of my teammates were drooling over you. so was i.”

his words turn you on, because you doubted whether you were sensing actual jealousy from him that night, and this confirms it.

“were you?” you ask, running your nails down his stomach. “what’d you do about it?”

he bites his lip. “i’ll sound like a pervert if i answer that.”

teasing him again, you push yourself down on him almost harshly, relishing in the way he gasps under you. wonwoo is wonderfully responsive in bed, and you’re having a fucking field trip with it.

“yeah? try me.”

“i touched myself after getting home, and i... thought about you. in that skirt.”

“i’ll wear it for you next time.” you smile, watching him close his eyes in pleasure when you leave your marks on his chest, putting a few hickeys on his neck and collarbone on purpose. “i touched myself thinking of you, too.”

that makes him twitch inside you, which is exactly what you wanted.

his hands dip to the curve of your ass, following your movement. “really?”

“mhm. i thought you looked so sexy in your football attire. you were wearing that tight compression shirt that you always wear when you go to the gym too — drove me nuts, wonu.” you confess, which seems to work as a brief shot of adrenaline for him.

he moves to sit up, bringing your bodies closer together by looping his arms around your waist, the slight change in position making you moan.

the drag of his cock inside you is slowly making you go insane. your face is hot and you’re dripping wet for him, sucking him in to the point you feel like you need to claw at the walls.

“god, feels so good.” he mutters, his mouth finding your breasts before he begins to suck on the skin like a man starved.

once he notices you’re both getting closer, but you’re getting tired from your position on top, he takes a breath and flips you over, now hovering above you.

burying his face in the crook of your neck, he holds onto your body and fucks you. his thrusts are harder than he intends them to, the control over his body lost in his relentless drive to make you both feel good.

he’s panting hard, doing everything in his power to make you cum first this time while indulging in his own pleasure as well. “am i doing good for my first time? does it feel good?”

god, you can only half-catch the words with the way he’s fucking you. it’s almost funny — such a sweetheart he is, asking you if he’s doing well while simultaneously fucking you into oblivion.

“you’re so good, wonu. so good—‘m so close.” you cry out, manicured nails digging into his back, making him groan.

“wanna feel you cum around me so bad.” the words almost sound like a plea, like he’s begging you for it.

then he kisses your neck, and he hits the perfect spot inside you over and over, and it’s enough to make you clench so hard around him that he can’t hold it any longer. your orgasm makes your legs shake, and he fucks you right through it, making you wonder why the hell it took the universe so long to let him into your life.

he moans and whines and shakes when he hits his climax, twitching inside you, filling up the condom. with heavy breaths, he lets his body rest on top of you, his head by your collarbone, a comfortable silence emerging as your heartbeats slow and breathing steadies.

surprisingly, it’s him who speaks up first.

“i’m gonna need a while for my legs to start working again.” he chuckles breathily, covering his face a little when he notices you poking fun at him.

“aw, baby, did i drain you that much?”

“i genuinely can’t even feel my limbs.”

you laugh at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and he smiles so sweetly — as if he didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you. “wanna go again?”

he blushes a bit, tilting his head as if he has to think about it, before sheepishly giving you his answer.

“... yeah.”

thanks for reading! let me know if u liked it x

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[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: things between you and your mom escalate and you make the impulsive decision to move in with your online friend who saves your life and shines like the brightest star... pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut; online friends to roommates+lovers warnings: swearing, mommy issues, suicidal thoughts, insecurities, crying, pet names, eating out, blowjob, protected sex, praise kink, mommy kink, one (1) bad star wars joke, the nbhd references, subspace (kinda?), lowkey possessive hwa, one bed trope (but there is a couch, they just ignore it) author's note: this is incredibly personal and i felt so vulnerable while writing it but i better post it real quick before i chicken out 🙃 the title is inspired by the neighbourhood's daddy issues (remix) even though reader has mommy issues lol word count: 4.3k

You are cooped up in your room, physically shaking. You have no tears left to cry so you are laughing hysterically at the absurdity of it all. You were so tired of it. You love your mom, you really do. You would never do anything to harm her. But you are absolutely sick of the way she was treating you. Always belittling your interests, not letting you go out past a certain hour even though you were old enough to do so, yelling at you for the smallest mistakes, suffocating you with her unrealistic expectations, saying you were stupid and would never amount to anything if it hadn't been for her strict parenting style, even though you had practically sacrificed your mental health and social life to get high grades. And whenever you brought up all the ways in which she'd hurt you, she would try to gaslight you and pull shit like: "I never said that." "You're being overdramatic." "You're so ungrateful." All your friends said you deserved better. They tried their best to support you emotionally. But words could only do so much. You need out. If you stayed another moment in this toxic environment, you felt like you would do something terrible to yourself. Something there was no coming back from.

The only person you feel like talking to right now was your online friend Seonghwa. You'd met him on a Star Wars forum eight months ago and you'd been talking to each other pretty much every free minute. He was your light in the darkness and brought you so much happiness you couldn't remember what your life before him had been like. He always knew just what to say and comforted you like nobody else could. And when you didn't feel like talking, he distracted you successfully by organizing streaming sessions for the two of you. He is, for lack of a better word, perfect. There is only one downside. He lives thousands of kilometres away from you.

You: Talk to me. About anything. Please? Starshine98: What happened??? You: I don't wanna talk about it. I don't even wanna think about it. Starshine98: Got it. Your mom, right? You: Is my tragic existence so transparent? Starshine98: Whatever she said, you know it's not your fault. You: I know. But Hwa…it hurts so much I feel like dying. I can't do this anymore. Starshine98: Don't say that. You are so important to me. And to your friends. And to your mom, as well, even if she has a messed up way of showing it. You: Still….I need to get out of here as soon as possible but I can't do that without getting a stable job first. And it's so hard to find one. Starshine98: What if you came to live with me? My apartment has enough space for two… You: You live across the world? I can't even afford a plane ticket. Starshine98: Don't worry about money, I'll send you an E-ticket. You: I can't ask you to do that… Starshine98: You're not asking, I'm offering. You're going through something traumatic and you obviously need a change of scenery. I'm not asking you to stay with me forever, just for as long as you need to take care of your mental health. Just say the word and I'll buy the ticket. You: This is far too generous of you. Starshine98: I'm not as selfless as you think. I'm so worried about your well-being that keeping an eye on you myself would help me sleep better at night. You: Sweet. Starshine98: So? What do you say? You: Fuck it. Let's do this.

A couple of minutes later you receive a digital plane ticket from Seonghwa. The feeling of staring at it is so surreal you feel like you might pass out. You quickly pack only the bare essentials into a bag and scribble a letter to your parents. You know your mom will be furious and your dad will be worried sick but still, you want to leave the apartment while she's still asleep to avoid the confrontation. This is the best decision you could have possibly made in this situation. And for the first time in forever, you are finally doing something impulsive, something crazy without asking for permission. And damn, does it make you feel alive.

As you get off the plane, your eyes scan the airport for Seonghwa. You debate turning on your phone but then you would be faced with missed calls from your parents and right now, you are not ready to face the reality of what you've done. Luckily enough, you quickly spot a large sign with your name on it. It's him! You rush through the crowd and directly into his arms. He drops the sign in disbelief and gives you the tightest hug possible. This is insane. You can't believe you're actually here.

"Hi, sweet girl," Seonghwa says and his voice sound even lovelier than during the video chats you've had with him.

"Hi, starshine," you chuckle nervously.

"How was your flight?" he asks.

"Couldn't wait for it to be over," you admit.

"Yeah? You wanted to see me that bad?" Hwa teases you.

"More like couldn't wait to visit Seoul," you joke. "Go sightseeing."

"Sorry to disappoint but I'm taking you home first."

Home. You liked the sound of that.

"This is my room, this is the living room, this is the kitchen and this is the bathroom. Any questions?" Seonghwa inquires after he's done showing you around his apartment.

"Um, not to sound ungrateful but…where will I…you know, sleep?" you ask.

"My room, obviously. I'll take the couch in the living room," Hwa shrugs.

"What? No, Hwa, I can't…this is your apartment. I would feel so guilty I wouldn't fall asleep at all."

"Do you have another suggestion?"

"Duh! I will sleep on the couch!"

Seonghwa shakes his head, visibly distressed by the idea.

"It's pretty cold in the living room. You'll be more comfortable in my room."

"Well…we could share the bed, then? You do have a king size. If…that's okay with you."

"Are you sure?" Hwa wants to know.

You nod without thinking too much into it.

"You're my best friend and I just moved across the world. Sharing a bed with you does not worry me."

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I'll try to get it for you."

"Right now I just need a hug."

Seonghwa abides by your wishes and soon enough, the two of you find yourselves cuddling under the warm blanket. Minutes later you are crying and spilling the beans about your latest fight with your mom. When you tell him the whole story, he feels like throwing up.

"H-how could she say that to her own d-daughter?" Hwa stammers in disbelief.

You notice tears falling down his beautiful cheeks and trace a finger against his skin.

"Honestly? I'm kinda used to it. But it was so bad I couldn't take it anymore."

"You're not supposed to. You're a literal angel, I don't understand her behaviour at all."

You give him a sad smile.

"I'm not a saint, either. I mean, I've kept secrets from her and stuff. I just wish things could get resolved by communicating but she always refuses to hear my side of the story."

"The only reason why you've kept secrets was to protect your sanity. She's being unreasonable for not letting you follow your passions. What kind of a parent would say such harmful things?"

"Right?" you laugh bitterly. "You get me like no one else."

Seonghwa strokes your hair lovingly and kisses your forehead.

"My darling girl. You deserve so much better."

"Sometimes I wish you were my mom," in a moment of intense vulnerability, you murmur without thinking but the words are already out of your mouth and it's too late to take them back.

"W-what?" Hwa appears taken aback.

"S-sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me," you cover your face with your hands.

"Say it again. Please."

You take a peek nervously. His reaction is not one of disgust as you feared but rather…curiosity?

"I wish you were my mom," you repeat, your cheeks flushed with color.

"Do you know what I'd do if I were your mom?" Seonghwa asks.

You shake your head, desperately needing to hear what he's thinking.

"If you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do to keep you safe and protect you, make sure no one could hurt you, least of all me. I'd let you follow your passions. If you went out at night, I'd be worried sick, of course, but I'd be happy you're having fun with your friends. I'd tell you I'm proud of you no matter what grades you got. If you kept secrets from me, I wouldn't yell at you, but I'd ask myself what I did wrong. You know why? Because I trust you. And I care about you so deeply that I'd like to win your trust, too."

Your vision is blurry with tears. You feel like Hwa just fixed something he didn't break. Whatever he has to offer, you want all of it.

"I'd like that very much."

"You'd let me take care of you? Call you mine?" Seonghwa needs to know.

"Yes, please."

"My precious girl," he purrs in your ear.

"Hwa…just to be clear, what does that make us?" you ask, confused about the line between friendship and…whatever this is.

"What do you want us to be? Girlfriend and boyfriend? Daughter and…mom? Friends with benefits?"

You chuckle at the variety of labels he suggests.

"I think I'd like to be your girlfriend. If you'll have me," you blink, suddenly feeling insecure. You don't have much to offer. But whatever little you have, you're willing to give to him.

"I will. And I'd be honoured to be your boyfriend."

You bury your head into his chest, overwhelmed with positive feelings and excitement for the future that awaits the two of you.

"Let me take you out on a date tomorrow. But first, you need sleep."

"Okay, mom," you laugh wholeheartedly. "Will you sing me a lullaby?"

"Anything for my best girl," Seonghwa promises.

The following day he takes you to a really lovely date at a local restaurant and treats you so well, like no one else before in your life. You feel so blessed and lucky to have met him that there are not enough words to describe how grateful you are to him. Not just for letting you move in with him without expecting anything in return (though that was an immensely generous gesture on his side). The reason you are grateful the most is that he accepts you with all your flaws and scarred past, he shows you such understanding and care you have only dreamed about. He is truly your shining star guiding your path through the dark and into the light.

In the evening, you finally muster up the courage to turn on your phone. You call your dad and with tears in your eyes, explain the circumstances around your latest fight with your mom and why you decided to move in with Seonghwa. Your dad is worried, of course, but he says he gets why you did it, as he has witnessed some encounters when your mom has said hurtful things to you. Though he has not explicitly stood up for you, in your private conversations, he has shown you support and eagerly awaited the day you were independent from her. He tells you your mom was furious at first but now she is just…sad. You promise you will talk to her when you feel ready but for the time being, you need some space. Your dad respects your decision and you hang up.

"You did well," Seonghwa praises you, enveloping you in a warm hug.

"Thanks," you whisper sadly.

"Shall we go to bed?" he asks.

"Aw, man, I was in such a hurry to pack that I forgot my favourite frog plushie!" you exclaim in annoyance. "I can't sleep without it."

"Last night you had no trouble falling asleep, though?" Seonghwa gently reminds you.

"You're right!" you cry out in amazement.

"I'll get you a million plushies tomorrow but for now you'll have to settle for me."

"You know what? You're more than enough. You're my favourite plushie from now on!" you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You've had the happiest week of your life. Seonghwa shows you around the city, taking you to adorable cafés, sightseeing and eating ramen by the Han river. The two of you take tons of pictures together and spend a lot of quality time. He even introduces you to his friend San and convinces him to let you work at his bookshop, which is honestly a dream job.

One morning, you wake up feeling uncharacteristically hot. Something hard is pressed against your ass. Could that be…You freeze at the realization. You wonder whether to rush out of bed. But then you risk Seonghwa waking up and you don't want him feeling embarrassed over something completely natural. You could pretend you're still asleep? But your breathing is too irregular and your skin is practically on fire. What should you do? Before you can make up your mind, you feel Seonghwa shifting behind you and the space has never felt emptier.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles sleepily.

"What are you sorry for?" you ask even though the answer is quite apparent.

"For…you know, getting hard."

"It's fine, it's a normal human reaction."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or objectified. I mean…you are hot and I've obviously thought about you before in impure ways but…I like you so much I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. You're incredibly special to me, baby."

You finally turn around to face him.

"You are the most precious person in my life, Seonghwa," you whisper. "And like, if you want me, I'm all yours. No pressure."

"But…wouldn't you want to wait longer?" he asks cautiously.

"Whenever you want, my star," you smile eagerly, hoping he takes the bait.

"Fuck it," Hwa mutters under his breath and crashes his lips into yours.

You kiss him back impatiently and bury your fingers into his soft hair. He pulls you closer to him by the waist, digging his fingers into your lower back.

"If you want to stop at any moment, just let me know, okay?" Seonghwa breaks the kiss to reassure you.

You are so touched by his words that tears are already welled up in your eyes.

"Okay. Same goes for you."

"Trust me, darling, I wouldn't want to stop," Hwa promises and buries his head into your neck, inhaling the scent of you.

He spends a long time pressing kisses everywhere he could think of: your neck, your cheeks, your hair, your nose, your collarbones, your tummy, your ears, your thighs until finally, he reaches your pussy. Guiding your legs apart with a gentle but firm hand, you are afraid of melting right there. He eats you out hungrily, his ridiculously long tongue doing wonders to your senses. Needing something to hold on to, you tug on his hair, hopeful that you are not hurting him. He starts making circular motions, increasing the pleasure. It does not take you long to finish, completely falling apart.

"I think I just died a little," you admit, laughing.

"Well, the French did call it la petite mort," Seonghwa shrugs.

"Ah, yes. The little death," you smile, fondly recalling your French classes. "I wouldn't be a good guest if I didn't return the favour, no?"

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, looking up at him to see if you're doing a good job.

"You're not a guest. I want you to feel at home," Seonghwa says and you try to take him deeper into your mouth. "You don't have to- Oh!"

You smirk as you swirl your tongue against his cock, doing your best to bring him closer to the edge.

"Such a good girl. My girl, yes?" he murmurs.

You can't verbablly respond so you nod your head frantically. Your hand is wrapped around the part of him you can't physically fit in and you blink the tears away, attempting to focus on breathing through your nose. You move your head and up down, desperately staring into his eyes to make sure he's enjoying every second of it. Soon enough, he reaches his high, sending ropes of cum down your throat. You try to swallow, not waste any drop of it.

Seonghwa strokes your cheek with his hand.

"You did so great for me," he praises you and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"T-thank you," you stutter nervously.

"You don't have to thank me," Seonghwa chuckles in confusion and flips you around so that you are lying on your back. He leans down and kisses you again even more sensually than before but with as much tenderness. "You wanna stop?"

"No, please, don't stop," you are not too proud for begging.

"M'kay, lemme just grab protection real quick and I'll be back," he grins.

"Oh, I feel quite protected with you by my side, but I get what you mean," you tease him, excited to take the next step in your relationship.

True to his promise, Hwa returns moments later, flexing a condom in his hand.

"Protection," he repeats in a cute voice, while he puts it on.

"And here I thought you were gonna show me your lightsaber," you joke.

Seonghwa dramatically places a hand on his heart, feigning offense.

"I already did," he plays along and you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

God, he really is the best guy in the universe. Your thoughts are further confirmed when he slowly teases your entrance with just the tip, making sure you are okay.

"You good? Should I go deeper?"

"Hwa, my angel, you can do anything to me and chances are I'd like it," you reassure him confidently.

"Careful what you wish for," Seonghwa smirks and slides in, making you feel so full and complete.

"Ngh," your sweet little cries are enough to give him the needed push to not hold himself back any longer. He fucks into you with so much vigour and passion you are on the verge of disintegrating.

"My gorgeous girl. You like that?"

"Yes, mommy," the words slip out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. His movements come to a sudden halt, causing you to realize what you've just said. Out loud. Ugh, you feel equally mortified and turned on.

"Mommy, huh?" he chuckles lightly.

"S-sorry," you hide your face behind your palms.

"It's okay, I can be your mommy," Seonghwa grabs your wrists and pushes your hands above your head. "I'll take good care of you, yeah? Wish you could see yourself, my most precious girl."

"Hwa, please, I mean…mommy, need you so badly," you stumble through your words weakly.

"I'm right here, my sweet baby, I'll give you what you need," he plays along. "Does mommy's cock feel good inside you?"

"S-so g-good, mommy, thank you, thank you so much," it hasn't even been that long and you already feel fucked out, utterly and irreversibly at his mercy.

"Don't thank me, dearest, I'm just treating you the way you deserve," Seonghwa vows and before you know it, you are clenching around his cock, while he is spilling inside the condom.

You can't think, can't speak, can't do anything. Nothing exists in your mind anymore. Just him. The universe is completely blank save for that one shining star. You fail to register him leaving the room to dispose of the plastic and don't notice when he returns.

"Honey?" he says softly but his voice feels so distant. Kilometres away. You can't bring yourself to form a verbal response. "Are you okay?"

Seonghwa places gentle kisses on your cheeks in an attempt to bring you back to reality.

"Come back to me, darling, please, talk to me, I'm scared," he mumbles in between kisses.

"Hwa?" are your first words. Like a newborn baby looking for the comfort that only a true mother figure could provide.

"You're safe with me," Seonghwa tells you. "No one can hurt you here."

"I don't deserve you," you are suddenly crying, overwhelmed by how cared for and loved he's making you feel.

"Don't say that ever again, you hear me?" he speaks firmly but kindly, nonetheless. "You deserve to be happy. Am I making you happy?"

"So happy, you have no idea how much," you try your best to convince him for your sincerity.

"That's all I need to know," he nods. "Let me draw a bath for you and-"

You summon all the strength you have left and grip his hand as tightly as you physically can't.

"Don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you," Seonghwa picks you up with ease and carries you all the way to the bathroom.

Once inside the warm bath, you are more capable to form full sentences and communicate what just happened with a clearer head.

"I'm sorry for springing up the whole mommy thing without discussing it in advance," you tell him.

"I don't mind, honestly. In fact, I think I'm perfect for the role."

You smile fondly and nudge his shoulder.

"Still. From now on, I'll try my best to talk about introducing anything new beforehand. It's only fair."

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," he kisses your forehead as he rubs shampoo into your scalp. "But just so you know, I could never be mad at you."

"What if I want you to get mad every once in a while? You know…spank me for being a bad girl?" you suggest teasingly.

"Then, I'd be happy to oblige," Seonghwa replies enthusiastically and starts tickling you in a playful manner.

It is true that time heals all wounds and distance makes the heart grow fonder. A while later, you feel ready to talk to your mom again (somewhat influenced by your dad's pleading and Seonghwa's reassurance).

"Hi, mom," you greet her calmly over the phone.

"Hi, sweetie. I've missed you," she admits.

"Me too," and it's true. Even though she hurt you, you still love her.

"Have you been eating well?"

"Yeah, don't worry about that."

"Listen…I'm sorry for saying hurtful things and being so hard on you. I only do that because I think you're so smart and have the potential to do great things."

"Well you have a funny way of showing it," you chuckle dryly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…you never praise me for anything. I spent so many years trying to get your approval that I didn't stop for a second to think whether I was doing what I truly loved."

"I understand," your mom says. "I know it might be too late but I'll try to do better. If you'll let me."

"It's not too late. But I'm not coming back to live with you. I've got a boyfriend and a job here. And I'm…actually happy."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. You will visit eventually, right?"

"I will in the summer. I want us to work on our relationship," you explain patiently.

"Until then…we can Skype or something?" your mom suggests.

"Yeah, mom, we can do that," you laugh. "If you figure how to turn the computer on!"

"Hey!" your mom argues but her tone is amused "I'm not that old!"

"I know, I know," you keep laughing.

"I love you," she says seriously. And this time, you are willing to believe her.

"Love you too, mom," you answer truthfully and hang up the phone.

You look at Seonghwa who was quietly cutting vegetables. His mere presence in the room was giving you strength and moral support.

"I did it," you announce the obvious. "I talked to my mom."

"You did so well. I'm really proud of you, angel," he wraps you into the world's most comforting hug.

"Things won't get magically fixed but…it's a start."

"You did the right thing."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Hwa," you admit truthfully. "You light up my whole dark existence, my precious star."

"Oh, baby," Seonghwa holds your hands. "Stars can't shine without darkness."

Bonus:

You are so happy to have cooked spaghetti carbonara for your boyfriend, your darling, your starshine, your marvellous Hwa. You really hope he likes it because you've worked so hard on it and it's his birthday so you wanted to do something special for him. He has given you so much care and affection so this is the least you could do to express how grateful you are.

"Happy birthday, my love," you kiss him gently, presenting the meal in front of him. "I have other gifts, as well, but food first before it gets cold!"

"Aw, baby, you didn't have to do all that," Seonghwa smiles, touched by your efforts.

"Come on, try it!" you are practically bouncing with excitement to see his reaction.

"It's really delicious, my angel! You did a wonderful job!" he praises you, sincerity clear in his voice.

You can't take it and you burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?" Seonghwa puts the fork down, immediately worried about your well-being.

"No, it's just…the first time anyone's praised my cooking. It feels incredibly special coming from you, considering you are so brilliant in the kitchen."

"The kitchen is not the only place where I'm incredible," he winks, looking at the bedroom.

"Eat, eat! We'll unwrap the gifts later in that other place," you wipe your tears and encourage him to enjoy his meal.

"Oh, sunshine, you are the only gift I could ask for," Seonghwa promises and goes back to the carbonara. And perhaps, this is what having a home feels like.

The End

[evanpetersgfhihi]

୨⎯ 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷⎯୧

♡ about me ♡

౨ৎ you can call me elodie (she/her) ^^

౨ৎ 15 yrs old

౨ৎ deer disguised as an insane teenage girl

౨ৎ infp and aquarius

౨ৎ hopeless romantic

౨ৎ married to evan peters, cillian murphy, kurt cobain, tim burton, emma watson, taissa farmiga, mia goth, winona ryder, helena bonham carter, elizabeth grant and brittany murphy

౨ৎ hobbies: reading, writing, girlblogging, listening to music and true crime pods, watching movies and shows, baking and yapping with my very few but lovely friends

౨ৎ books: the bell jar, the virgin suicides, my year of rest and relaxation, christiane f, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian gray, the silent patient, the secret history, tributes of panem, harry potter, enola holmes, truly devious, the little prince and literally anything by kafka, rick riordan and holly jackson

౨ৎ movies: girl interrupted, black swan, thirteen, american psycho, perks of being a wallflower, jennifers body, pearl, buffalo 66, coraline, dead poets society, léon: the professional, the menu, the craft, my girl, i believe in unicorns, ten things i hate about you and literally anything by sofia coppola, tim burton, david fincher, greta gerwig, wes anderson and studio ghibli

౨ৎ shows: ahs (favs are murder house, coven and asylum), skins, gilmore girls, bojack horseman, stranger things, asoue, obx, heartstopper and ianowt

౨ৎ music: lana, mitski, nirvana, hole, mazzy star, fiona apple, ethel cain, deftones, radiohead, the smiths, fleetwood mac, tv girl, marina, tyler the creator, queen, david bowie, arctic monkeys, the nbhd, ayesha erotica, solya, bambi baker and a lot more

౨ৎ other things i love: art, poetry, cats, deers, swans, iced coffee, dr pepper, trees, old parks, cemeteries, coquette, grunge, y2k, lego flowers, spotify, tumblr and pinterest

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⁠♡ ok i hope i did this right byeee angelss ⁠♡

[landomeowrris]

| lando x reflections - the nbhd.

sorry to everyone i'm depressing. will happen again. but the next one will be better i promise

[itgirl-111]

THEY ARE OBSESSED...

I am the blueprint. I am an ICON. I am perfect girlfriend/wife material and they know it. I am THE high value woman that's why they offer so much proposals to me. I get compliments on a daily basis. My face is perfection. My body is perfection. My skin is perfection. My personality is fucking amazing and unique. My vibe is one of a kind, they can never find a second me. One look at me and they are obsessed. I am naturally seductive, i embody love and seduction. I am the nation's dream girl. I have Aishwarya Rai's, Alexa demie, jung hoyeon, Zendaya, Madhuri Dixit's, Rihanna, Beyoncé, irene, wonyoung, Kim Jennie, Megan Fox, Gigi Hadid, Bella Hadid, Marilyn Monroe, jhene Aiko, Audrey Hepburn's charm combined( thanks itkuzome on yt for this) I am more than beautiful.

Anyone can be obsessed with me, they'd travel and cross mountains and oceans just to be with me that's how powerful My charm is. I just naturally give people butterflies, charming runs in my dna. Everywhere I go, i get all the attention. I attract them simps. My charm goes beyond any k-pop idol, anime character or kdrama, movie character. I am something they have never seen before, i am once in a fucking lifetime. Being with me is a fucking blessing so anyone would be lucky to have me it's natural. I embody the vibe of the weekend, chase atlantic, the nbhd, artic monkeys and all the slowed reverb aesthetic songs. Being with me is itself a high, nobody can ever get enough of me. I mean how can they? When I'm nothing like they've ever seen before, I'm out of this world. I am unforgettable, nothing like they've ever experienced before. I hold a special place in their hearts. I am a DREAM. I am the standard. They worship the ground i walk on, the respect and love everyone has for me is JUST perfect. They respect me , my culture, my religion, my ethnicity, my family, my gender, my sexuality and everything about me. I am treated like royalty, i get princess treatment all the time. Talking to me is a flex, standing next to me is a flex. Everyday is like a movie for me. I am better than y/n, I am literally living in a movie. Whenever i go out i get a hundred compliments and the pretty privelege i have is immense. I deserve nothing but the absolute best. I deserve unconditional love and happiness. I recieve a lot of positive attention from everyone as i am hot (obviously) and also bring good and positive vibes to everyone around me.

[wishicouldkeepconcentration]

☆ 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒 - 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

➵ mattheo t. riddle - S/O!

slytherin. the smiths. the cure. depeche mode. loves music better than life. drawing. comics. nbhd. art deco. cas. nothing's gonna hurt you baby. mixtapes. the artist. baby came home. dark arts. pretends to be spider-man when he's comfy around you. sleeps literally anywhere. daddy issues. pretty boy.

➵ kiara a. bianchi - BSF / PLATONIC SOULMATE! @sweetcolorfulies

slytherin. rammstein. livvie. gnr. lana del rey. professional at stealing my guitar. nbhd. tobacco sunburst. cats. the freddie to my bowie. vinyl records. poet. daddy issues. theo's gf. probs has a thing for my gay uncle. coraline. chain smoker 1. vanilla&smoke. lolita.

➵ amara m. rosier - BSF! @mattiesgf

slytherin. major arabella vibes. nbhd. deftones. the smiths. radiohead. high chances of caffeine addiction. music. making mixtapes at 2am. electric guitar.

➵ lorenzo berkshire

slytherin. more than willingly plays spider-man with mattheo. secretly skateboards. a player but a softie deep down. a sucker for star wars. flowers, and that's all the context needed. proud cat dad. brutally honest but still nice.

➵ theodore nott

slytherin. chain smoker 2. cooking. l'italiano. the third spider-man. weird ass t-shirts. vanilla&smoke. maneskin. nirvana. radiohead. chase atlantic. daddy issues. read your diary. why'd you only call me when you're high? tobacco sunburst.

[kurogxrix]

Too close to the stars

Tsu’tey x Sully!Avatar!reader

IN WHICH Tsu’tey was scared of committing to you after the fall of sylwanin, afraid that he’ll only end up using you to tend to his broken heart. Only for him to watch you now with your new mate.

based on reflections by NBHD

Warnings: mentions of sex, ANGST, unrequited love.

we were too close to the stars,

Freshly turned 18, you were allowed to accompany the rest of the ex-marines, soldiers and scientists to the wonderlands of Pandora. You remember the first steps that you had taken in your avatar, slightly wobbly on your new legs.

An avatar had rudely pushed past you, nearly knocking you off your feet as a few scientists began rushing after them. You swiftly turned your head towards the troublemaker, only to be met with the sight of your brother.

You were happy for him, so happy that he could feel what it’s like to walk on both legs again. Visibly it made him happy too, so happy that he felt the need to cause all sorts of troubles here and there. You always had to be the one to reprimand him, if Neytiri didn’t get to him first. 

Talking about Neytiri, when you had discovered his affiliation with the woman, you were more than shocked. Your dear brother, nothing more than a mere avatar undercover, was messing with the chief's daughter. You had warned him about being careful, about what would happen when the clan would find out who he really was. 

He had brushed you off in his in-love trance, too smitten by the woman to care at the moment. Unlike Jake, you were no soldier. Just a xenobotagist that would accompany your brother and his mate here and there. You had been there in the village with him when he had been discovered by Neytiri. 

You remember your first meeting with the man. You wished that you could’ve met him under better circumstances than under the harsh eyes of the omaticaya. Though he probably would’ve killed you if he had met you in the forest like Neytiri had tried to. You doubt that he would’ve cared about the All-Mother’s sign, because you were just a sky demon after all.

At first he was ill-mannered and discourteous while you were thrilled and bold. The fact that you were so energetic and a little trouble magnet like your brother was what got mostly on his nerves. He couldn’t stand being close to you, because you always managed to get in trouble that he had to save you from.

You went hunting? you somewhat managed to get chased by a palulukan. You were observing the Pandoran flora? somehow you had managed to stir every single animal in the zone by playing with the Helicoradians. 

You could understand why he would hate you at first. You had heard the stories of Neytiri’s late sister that had passed in the hands of humans. Sylwanin was her name, and she was Tsu’tey’s old lover. That’s why he had been so hostile towards you both when you had been brought into the village. Plus the fact that your brother Jake had literally stolen his title of Olo’eyktan plus the woman that he was supposed to be mated to.

He didn’t mind Neytiri being mated to another, for he did not love her like this. He saw Neytiri as a sister, a sister that she was supposed to be to him after he was to be mated to Sylwanin. But Eywa had decided her fate, and now he was ridden of everything because of you Sullies.

Even though he hated you with all of his guts, you couldn’t help but feel your heart soaring for the man. Soon you began to follow him around like a lost puppy, following him whenever you had the chance to. He thought it was pathetic, the way that you would stick to him like your life depended on it. 

He was sure to make fun of you for it, calling you a leech at every opportunity. He teased you for everything. The way you held your bow, the way you could only manage to catch 3 fish during a hunt, the way you were barely stable on your own feet when you were around him. 

Neytiri was not blind, she could clearly see through you. It wasn’t like you ever were a secretive or close off person anyways. She had warned you too many times not to get associated with the man, because he would just break your heart in the end.

But you were too smitten by him to care, something that clearly ran through the Sully genes apparently. She sighed as you ignored her warnings, and she could only wish that Tsu’tey would treat you well.

Nevertheless, the more time went by, the more Tsu’tey and you grew closer. He didn’t fail to notice your lingering touches or the subtle comments that you would throw his way, so he began teasing you back.

Soon enough, the both of you begin spending more and more time together. And your silly crush on the man only grew stronger. 

I never knew somebody like you, somebody, 

Your eyes burnt as you forced them open, being directly blinded by the sun rays that invaded your vision. You brought a hand up to rub the grogginess from your eyes, moving your whole arm to hide your eyes from the harsh sun. Before your arm could reach the front of your face, you felt your elbow hit something, or someone, that was lying beside you.

You turned around just to be met with the sight of Tsu’tey’s bareback. His muscles braced even in his relaxed state, his toned back being the product of his unrelenting training. The loincloth that was wrapped around his waist was the only thing able to contain his modesty now, and you suddenly remembered all of yesterday night’s events.

You had slept with the omaticaya’s strongest soldier, without even being mated to him. You knew that there was nothing wrong with experimenting with other na’vis whilst not being mated, but you just wished that Tsu’tey could be a little more intimate. 

He had fucked you sensessly yesterday just past eclipse, and you could feel the repercussions of his harsh grip now all over your body. His body was still intact of any marks or hickeys that you would have inflicted, because he hadn’t let you. He had barely even let you touch him while he was ramming deep inside of you, and not a single kiss had he given you.

You twisted and turned at the fact that maybe he was using you but you were so blinded by your adoration that you couldn’t have noticed it until now. You felt your throat tighten at the thought of the man you loved so much using you to get over the woman that he loved. It was too obvious at this point. 

Eywa, he was laying so far away from you and his back was literally turned towards you. You felt cold in your lone spot and you could only wish to be engulfed by his strong arms in his protective embrace.

Though you knew that he would never reserve that for you, that there would ever only be one woman on the planet that he would wish to be this intimate with. You knew of his undying love towards Sylwaning, but you just couldn’t help but selfishly want to be treated by him as he would’ve treated her. 

The embarrassment of the previous night was only starting to take a toll on you as you stood up from your spot. You were careful not to step on any stray branches because you didn’t want him to catch you in the act of running off. You felt so humiliated at the way he had rejected your kiss yesterday, and you felt like your heart was getting stomped over as your mind could only replay that scene.  

Your long legs had quickly taken you away from the scene and into the cool river currents. The water washed away every single impurity from your mind as you allowed yourself to get lost with the flow. Your clothes were long gone and abandoned by the shore, and you scrubbed your skin hard in order to feel clean off his touch. 

Your moment of peace however was quick to be disturbed as you heard the water sloshing behind you, then the sound of soft material getting thrown from a distance to the shore. You were scared to turn around and face him, because you feared what his words to you would have been.

You were like the sun and Tsu’tey was like the moon. You both knew that you should’ve never crossed paths because they were not destined for each other. Somehow, you had managed to meet upon eclipse, and you cursed your luck for having met him there. 

“Why have you run off this morning?” you heard from his deep voice, still somewhat hoarse from waking up just recently. “You’re not very slick y’know, your footsteps are louder than those of the palulukan!” he sneered, laughing at you despite your back still turning to him. Your ears flickered as you heard the water sloshing getting closer to you, so you turned around to meet him finally.

The river was not that deep, so in your tall avatar form, the water reached just beneath your torso. You breasts were floating just atop of the water but you did not care if he saw, for he had already seen yesterday. You ignored his teasing, instead focusing on your own question that you had to ask.

“Why didn’t you let me kiss you yesterday?” you nagged him, and Tsu’tey audibly groaned at your question. His reaction made your heart sink all the way down towards the bottom of the river, but that visibly didn’t stop him. He wanted to hurt you until it sunk further than Pandora’s core. 

“It felt too intimate,” he blurted out, his eyes staring straight into your amber ones. You couldn’t hide the mixture of sadness and embarrassment that overtook your features at his confession. “People who aren’t together still kiss, is it so wrong if we do it too?” 

“Yes it is, because it is with you!” he growled, irritation flowing through him like the river’s current. His eyebrow bones creased at your complaining. Didn’t fucking you dumb feel personal enough for you? He just didn’t understand you. 

You stood silent before him as he had ripped all words out of your mouth. Your heart ached at what he had just uttered at you. You were the problem in this whole thing apparently, he didn’t want anything to do with you specifically. You turned around from him, your drenched hair sticking to your back as you resumed your scrubbing. The both of you ignored each other’s presence until your reappearance at the village, and you were sure that your brother’s tent was the first you would run to for comfort. 

fallin’ just as hard,

Soon he found himself falling just as hard for you as you had done for him. Despite every hurtful word that he had uttered to you, you still managed to make his heart beat faster each time you would appear in front of him. The sound of your voice sent shivers spiralling down his spine, and his tail swaggered excitedly everything he would pick up on your distant voice. 

Goosebumps raised on his skin when you would touch him, and lord did you do things to his body. Though he failed to notice you faded away slowly by slowly. He failed to notice the way your eyes were turnt to another, a man that valued you for who you were. A man that would make you feel loved in every sort of way.

He was way too head over heels to notice your longing stares at any other man that was not him. How your time spent with him would decrease but his affiliation for you would only increase. He knew that you liked him. Well, at some point you did. So he completely overlooked the signs of you moving on for the better. 

Tsu’tey couldn’t help but feel guilty on some days, because he felt like he was using you to get over Sylwanin. Then on some day he felt like he was betraying his first love for feeling things for another woman. But he simply pushed the thoughts aways, instead he focused on how he would ask you to make things official…

i’d rather lose somebody than use somebody,

You were finally one of the people now. Having passed through the eye of Eywa and back, you and Jake were now real na’vi’s. Well real na’vis with 5 fingers and hairy eyebrows, but still na’vis for sure.

The war between the na’vi and humans had passed, and the betrayal that your brother had caused upon the omaticaya was now forgiven. You all raised a hand as you celebrated your big brother’s betrothal. He was now officially Olo’eyktan, after the unfortunate fall of Eytukan during the war. 

The home tree had perished upon the hands of the humans, but Jake was here to give them hope, and a new home. Talking about hope, the clan rejoiced upon Neytiri’s pregnancy news. She was your sister now, so she loved you like one. When you had heard of her bearing soon after the war, you were not afraid of showing your fondness towards your family. You were so happy to soon be an aunt, and you were sure that you would be the one to spoil the hell out of that baby. 

You had learnt of this when Mo’at had announced Neytiri’s bearing, and the whole clan rejoiced in front of a good meal all together. You smiled warmly as you watched your brother’s content form, rejoiced by the news that he was going to be a father.

You were happy that he had ended up with a woman such as Neytiri. She was caring and a strong woman overall. She was not the Tashik and Olo’eyktan’s daughter for nothing after all. You saw how she took care of her little family, soon to be expanded. 

Tsu’tey watched as the clan gathered their meals as another feast was taking place tonight. The slightly showing Neytiri and Jake both sat on the floor before a huge campfire. Everyone was gathered around the bonfire to feast upon the news of the new mated pair. The omaticaya took new pairs and pregnancies very seriously, because it would mean that the clan would soon extend.

He smiled fondly as he watched you from afar, trying to tie your heavy necklace as you readid yourself for tonight. The night was full of laughter, dances and Ninat’s beautiful singing. He watched with adoration as you looked so beautiful tonight. You had gotten your hair rebraided yesterday and you wore your new clothes that your sister-in-law Neytiri had gifted you. 

His smile faded as a pair of hands made their way towards yours, grabbing the ends of the necklace to tie it themselves. Tsu’tey watched with a frown as you turn around to meet whoever was there, throwing your arms around their neck as you embraced them. Oh and how much he wished it was him.

But it was not and he had to watch as you fell in love with another. Ziwe was his name and was a young na’vi amongst the omaticaya. He was an equally strong warrior and his body was graced with toned muscles. 

You were happy with him, so, so visibly happy. The smile on your face couldn’t even describe how elated you felt with the warrior, and his mirroring one told Tsu’tey that he felt the same. He knew that he shouldn’t feel this way upon the sight of you, because he was the cause of your relationship’s downfall. 

He was the one that would overwhelm you with his harsh words, and the same person that drove you away slowly by slowly. Ziwe was there to pick up the pieces, slowly glueing the pieces of your broken heart day by day. Jake was happy that you had finally found someone, because he was the one you would always confide in after an argument with Tsu’tey. 

He knew how much you once loved the man, and how brash he was with his dislike. How badly he treated you because he just couldn’t move on from what had happened in the past. Though Jake was always good at reading people, being the one to always see past your phases as children. 

He saw past the warrior's cold mask, he saw a man that failed to express himself to the woman he now loved. Though he never told you, because he knew that Tsu’tey deserved no chance with you. You came back home to Neytiri and him with tear stained cheeks too many times for him to care about the man’s feelings.

Now Tsu’tey could not blame you for moving on, for mating with another man that was not him. He knows that she should’ve been happy for you, but he can’t bring himself to. His heart falters on this day, this day of celebration where the both of you would finally move in together. Then you’d build a family with him, and soon enough he’d be nothing more than the past.

For he was already a past thing in your life. He was someone that had taught you love and pain. He wishes that he could look at you for one last time in your eyes, to see the reflection of the both of you dancing happily one last time. 

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This is acc unedited so I’m sorry if it makes no sense.

[maezume]

✩ ˛˚ . 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗚𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘? ; — in which you and your boyfriend head out for a drive late at night.

𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝘆/𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! suna rintarou

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 / sex, illegal driving, mentions of weed

going for late night drives with your boyfriend, rin, always entailed of challenging the speed limit, stopping for food, and blasting music.

the silenced hum of your Tesla was deafening despite hitting 110 on the dash. your windows were slightly cracked open, letting in the cool rush of air and also letting out the blast of the music.

rin always managed the aux, and the map if there was a destination to navigate. tonight was free of plans, just the two of you enjoying the thrill and need for speed.

nothing compared to blasting you and rin's favorite artists like chase atlantic, the weeknd, the nbhd, and other similar groups.

finding pleasure in singing along, you also found excitement in racing other daring teens with nothing better to do. despite the loud rev of another's engine, nothing compared to the sleek speed and tranquil quietness of your Tessie.

after dubbing yet another seamless victory, the two of you would decide on stopping at Mc Donald's after your boyfriend pleaded for an oreo mc'flurry— a classic.

the usually busy plaza under the sunlight would now be dead in the moonshine except for those looking for some good ass soft serve ice cream. like you and rinnie of course.

after picking up your desired desserts, you found a parking space in a more deserted parking lot to chill for a while.

maybe you and rin would sit on the trunk and light up or have some fun and take edibles if weed is something you enjoy. and if not, you'd just sit and unwind, casually conversating with one another.

whatever floats your boat, but regardless you were always more than happy to spend time with your boyfriend.

later on, things would without a doubt get more heated. you were compelled to one another far too much to miss out on a chance like this.

soon you'd be climbing onto his lap and making out with him deeply which may or may not have ended up in you getting railed in an empty parking lot half past midnight.

sucking him off and watching him struggle to keep his composure before riding him slowly in the passengers seat. both of which was soon followed by you getting your back blown out on the backseat.

a personal favorite way to end off the night. <3

[sweetcolorfulies]

⛧ DR FRIENDS INTRO

Theodore Nott - S/O!

⛧ nicotine addict. arctic monkeys. cats. alcohol. taking a nap better than sex. kiara bianchi. goofy tshirts. movies. vladimir nabokov. matching bracelets. mattheo is my husband. enzo is my second husband. weed. måneskin. chase atlantic. gf forcing me to listen lana del rey. yapping.

Elizabeth C. Black @wishicouldkeepconcentration

⛧ musician. guitar. photography. sex pistols. cigarettes after sex. nbhd. queen. bowie. bowie to my freddie. olivia rodrigo. baby came home. adhd queen. bisexual. mattheo’s gf. introvert. listening music all day. yapping. tea. coffee. baking. cactus. aesthetic is my life. looking gay asf.

Mattheo Riddle

⛧ the smiths. sex pistols. nbhd. i have a gf. lazy. nicotine addict. vodka. silent treatment. princess treatment. vinyls. record player. dancing around in the dorm room. fav hobby is watching my gf. death stare. protective. possesive. theo is my husband. enzo is also my husband.

Lorenzo Berkshire

⛧ reading all the time. plants. flower boy. jewellery. chess. smart. cigarettes after sex. nbhd. lana del rey. olivia rodrigo. bon jovi. kinda gay look. piano. aesthetic. coffee. learning french. croissant. oscar wilde. sunflower. mattheo and theo are my husbands. the only one who has healthy family life.

[graciebrams]

𓇢𓆸 get to know me

hi I'm ema you can call me em or ems <3 my pronouns are she/her, desi 𐙚˙⋆.˚

✧ i ١٥٧٤ : rose gold, silver jewellery, coffee, books, ribbons, hoop earrings, lipgloss, handwritten letters, choclate, colours pink, brown and sage green, bracelets, cats, ballet flats, sundresses, rings, sunsets, dried out flower petals, collecting old movie tickets, etc ᱖　⠀˙⠀　｡

ꪆৎ fav artists : gracie abrams, taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, lexi jayde, eileen alister, alessi rose, alix page, maise peters, birdy, the nbhd, chase atlantics, the weeknd, johnny orlando, harry styles, lizzy mcalpine, beabadoobee, girl in red, olivia rodrigo, evanescance, ROLEMODLE, phoebe bridgers, 1D, billie eilish, finneas, lexi caroll, clairo, conan gray, cate, CAS, gracen reign, madison beer, mazzy stars, MARINA, lyn lapid ᱖　⠀˙⠀　｡

✧ fav shows: gilmore girls, anne with an e, lockwood and co., two broke girls, derry girls, b99, my mad fat diary, opposite sex, YOU, insatiable, the office, the good doctor, dash and lily, the irregulars, my life with the walter boys, the summer i turned pretty, friends, breaking bad, girl meets world, my lady jane, maxton hall, ted lasso, supernatural, gossip girl, the oc, bridgerton, OBX. ᱖　⠀˙⠀　｡

ꪆৎ fav youtubers: carys rachel, ceri jones, heather wotherspoon, ur internet mom ash, luna montana, audrey mika, basicgorl, just sharon, naomi victoria, anna lenks, niki and gabi, sarah betts, emma chamberlain, ahaspoofy, tia gabriella, caitlyn marie, nailea, sadie aldis, grace's room, sturniolo triplets, tara yummy, benoftheweek, larray, madeline argy, sab quesada, cam and fam, kalogera sisters, quen blackwell, alana lintao, sam and colby, melieya, kailpeery, nick wilkins. ᱖　⠀˙⠀　｡

✧ other favs: sophia birlem, sadie sink, cailey spainey, lola tung, chris briney, daisy edgar jones, amybeth mcnulty, lily collins, rowan blanchard, nicola coughlan, emma stone, sarah carpenter, cory foeglmanis, diana silvers, nicholas hoult, caitlyn dever, lauren graham, sarosie ronan, anne hathway, tom holland, zendaya, andrew garfield, laura marano, florence pugh, jenna ortega, cooper koch, harrison osterfield, harry holland, sam holland, paddy holland, tuwaine barett. ᱖　⠀˙⠀　｡

ꪆৎ fav movies: little women (1994 and 2019), the princess diaries (1 and 2), anne of green gables, carrie 1976, roman holiday, sabrina (1954), qala, freaky friday, legally blonde, 13 going on 30, to all the boys, kissing booth, adventures in babysitting, 16 wishes, 16 candles, how to build a better boy, priscilla 2023, the fault in our stars, dirty dancing, love rosie, stuck in love, tolkien, the devil all the time, all spiderman and marvel movies, uncharted,

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[mcrinmyhead]

INTRODUCTION

Hiya, my name's Dee or you can call me Dead! instead, cuz that's what my name is in Tumblr. I'm sixteen. I'm an Indian, racists better fck off. I like to draw, sing and write songs and poems. I mainly post my art here and I have two side blogs too, which are @mcrinmyheart (idk what I post there :D) and @shesacomplicatedpoet where... Er, you know it. And when I say "art" I usually draw My Chem, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Bring Me The Horizon and a few other bands, but you can always leave a picture in the "Ask me?" box if you really want me to draw something that you like :). Just make sure it isn't something s!utty, cuz my parents like seeing my sketchbook sometimes, haha.

About me...

Name: Dead! / Dee

Age: 16

Pronouns: she/her

Likes: listening to music, art, singing, music bands, food, sleeping (I'm a very eepy person), travelling, reading, etc.

What kind of art do I do? Fanarts mainly.

Dislikes: peanuts (yea I don't like 'em, so if you know me irl and try to feed me peanuts, I'm gonna fcking stab you, you little shit), pedos, homophobic fcks, MSI apologists, basic DNIs, etc.

Am I single? Yes, and that's because I don't want to date anyone. Nvm, I'm taken :]

Music bands/artists I like:

+ twenty one pilots, p!atd, Bring Me The Horizon, Glass Animals, Bad Omens, Sleep Token, etc. I also liked The 1975, The Nbhd, Joji, Driver The Era, Arctic Monkeys and Chase Atlantic before, so I really don't mind if you wanna talk about them too. I'm basically a music addict who has listened to a whole lotta music genres throughout my life. But I'm currently into rock music rn. Yeah, I can't stop talking about music if I start.

My favourites:

Books: Agatha Christie's books, Heartstopper, Five Feet Apart, The Fault in our Stars, Crime/Horror/Mystery books (there are many but I can't remember them), etc.

Movies: anything horror, mystery, crime, sci-fi, Marvel, DC, Star Wars, from the 2000s and 90s, etc. (How do people actually choose a favourite movie??)

Shows: Loki, Heartstopper, Young Royals, Marvel shows, etc. (I literally like all the shows I watch)

Albums: My top 10 rn (June 2024) are like- Three cheers for sweet revenge (my chem), POST HUMAN: NexGen (BMTH), XO (LeATHERMØUTH), The Black Parade (my chem), I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love (my chem), Clancy (Tøp), A Thousand Suns (Linkin Park), Danger Days (my chem), Folie a Deux (FOB), and Pretty. Odd. (P!ATD).

Colours: (Bury me in) Black, Blood Red and Lavender.

Where else can you find me?

At home, in my room 95% of the time. Nah, just kidding.

Links:

Pinterest

Spotify

Discord: mcrinmyhead

Tags I use:

My art: #art

Asks: #asks #asks <3

Scroll down for more facts about me...

Or don't. I really don't care.

Fun facts about me ^^:

I'm a really joyful, chaotic, kind, funny and a sweet person! :D (according to my frens)

Until and unless you get me on my nerves. Trust me, That's when I go insane.

If you know me irl, hi... Uh, I know I don't talk much in person but I'm sorry. That's just who I am. But if you want to be my friend, you can start by texting me lol.

I'm a music addict who likes to annoy people by talking about music bands 24/7.

I have an unhealthy obsession over My Chem.

I'm a huge nerd (according to every person in my class) and I like Math and Science (but I don't really talk about it unless you are someone who is into math and science as much as me).

I'm also a sarcastic and sassy person. So if my words ever offend you, I'm so sorry bbg. Deal with it.

I'm a vampire (I have fangs and I will bite you to suck that blood your body holds, RAHHH).

Other than drawing and singing, my hobbies are fangirling, sleeping, reading books, travelling and sometimes even cooking.

I might be surrounded by many people who I call my "friends," but in the end it's just four people who are actually my friends.

I'm mostly an introvert, but I'm an extrovert when I'm with my friend.

I suck at socializing btw.

Yikes, this list is still going on!

But I like to annoy people at the same time.

Wait, does Tumblr have a word limit on a post?

SHALL I TRY REACHING THE WORD LIMIT???

Ah, yeah, I forgot to mention this but I'm a really curious person. I like trying out or experimenting on stuff. It's fun, okay?

I can be smart and an idiot at the same time B)

I write poems but I don't like showing them to others cuz I feel like they're stupid. Any tips on poetry from the poets of Tumblr?

I love cats. Cats or get tf out.

Am I annoying rn?

Idk.

This was fun.

Alright, that's enough fckery for today. Farewell my little kittens <333

So long and good night!

[aelinslegend]

⁀➴ 🧛🏼‍♀️ welcome to AELINSLEGEND .𖥔 ݁ ᥫ᭡

❝ birds of a feather, we should stick together. . . ❞

✶⋆.˚ 𓂃 my name is AVA ! 🐞 ── she/her. aquarius. entp. 18.

i adore writing - it's been my passion since i was 8 years old. lately, i've mostly been writing about chris and matt sturniolo ( my wattpad is aelinslegend ), but i'm looking to expand my horizons 😇

MY FAVORITES <𝟑 🪐 artists ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🪷 ── billie eilish, sabrina carpenter, taylor swift, dominic fike, the nbhd, frank ocean, sza, ariana grande. . . tv shows ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🪡 ── bojack horseman, stranger things, YOU, rick and morty, sex education, heartstopper, the amazing world of gumball, heartbreak high, south park, gossip girl. . . movies ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🪺 ── the notebook, to all the boys i've loved before, the dictator, top gun, the hangover, back to the future, high school musical, home alone, mrs doubtfire. . . books ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🩰 ── better than the movies, throne of glass series, cherub series, powerless series, rw&rb, the love hypothesis, the picture of dorian gray. . .

wattpad ; pinterest ; spotify ; letterboxd ⭐️

💌 . . . my inbox is open | masterlist available here . . . 🕊️

[soullessjack]

going thru jack stuff on spn tiktok is like

millennial white woman (Taylor’s version) : he’s so precious 😍😍😍 mah nougat child son 🥰🥰🥰 so innocent and adorbsies!!!

millennial white woman OR young new fan (SPN character’s version): i want to kill dean with a hammer for what he did to this sweet little baby, he’s just a toddler :( and sam and cas are his real only dads!!

𖤐 SPN character (Taylor’s version) 𖤐: i want to kill dean with a hammer for what he did to this sweet little baby, Lucifer really loved Jack deep down he would have been a better dad if he got the chance :(

millennial white woman who thirsts for pedro pascal: unmmmmm you can find this grown 35 year old man hot but the character he plays with no physical distinction whatsoever is basically intellectually disabled (wears Velcro shoes) so you’re a creep if you like them

Brazilian editor that posts dubbed 1080HD embossed power scaling edits with epileptic-unsafe flash effects and transitions like 2016 PowerPoint slideshows 🇧🇷🇧🇷 : Goku pode derrotar Jack Kline?

Russian editor that posts dubbed 1080HD embossed power scaling edits with epileptic-unsafe flash effects and transitions like 2016 PowerPoint slideshows 🇷🇺: Сможет ли Гоку победить Джека Клайна?

13yo iPad raised heartstopper fan who just got into spn recently: I love jack so much they’re so badass and silly, beautiful boy and this other song by Olivia Rodrigo/Melanie/Taylor/Billie/the NBHD is so them core

13yo iPad raised heartstopper fans and millenial white women (Alex’s version) and a Brazilian fans: ommgggggg i loovee alex hes so hawt he’s literally my husband 😍😍😍 so innocent as jack but not in real life 😝😝 I’m such a simp for himm teeheee

spn content maker who really only cares about destiel or the original trio: yea he’s okay, killing Mary was the best thing he ever did to the show 😝😝

very small cluster of ppl who could fall into any of the top categories honestly: he so find i won’t him

[carmsgarms]

Nine people I'd like to get to know better!

I've been tagged! It's true, I cannot escape you @artemisofmars, so here you go!

Last song: Why Worry by Set It Off (it was on my spotify daylist called "punkish scene tuesday evening

Favorite color: purple (I love all purple but I love like, violet and lavender if I had to get specific)

Currently watching: Been rewatching the Office with my friend, Always Sunny to fall asleep, and the new X men animated show

Sweet/savory/spicy: sweet :3

Relationship status: Married, very happily <3 (we're poly but dating is a pain so it's just us right now. )

Current obsession: BG3 occupies my brain way more than it should right now. I'm also obsessed with twenty one pilots, but that's been an obsession for about 10 years now

I'm tagging @ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian @silveredbark @clairetheflower @pedros-immaculate-vibes @stuffforthestash @spectator-eyes @opuspace @grandmother-goblin @cozykomala

and anyone else who feels like doing this!

[catb-fics]

I don't really watch the 2021 Reading set because it makes me sad now 😢 I think they really eased into the 4 2021 shows though and were so much better by NBHD. They all did such a good job considering everything that was going on behind the scenes. It must have been really awkward and uncomfortable for them seeing as they hated each other 😬 and it must have been bittersweet to get to finally headline R&L and play huge shows but to know that it was the end of an era with no idea of what will happen after.

Me too! Since we found out more about the circumstances surrounding the breakup I’ve felt really sad watching Reading 2021 as I can’t help but think how awkward and uncomfortable it must have been like you said. The whole atmosphere back stage and having to work together when they used to have such great chemistry. The last thing they probably wanted to do was even see each other let alone have to play shows. I think they all did a stellar job considering 😭