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massivewaffle · 7 months

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Something that has stuck with me all day while watching the QSMP event is how close so many of the server members have become. There were so many times when someone would see something and immediately tear up, and whoever was with them would commiserate that they felt it too. There's a little beat of silence when Tina immediately cries upon seeing the Techno ofrenda and jokingly says she doesn't know why she's so emotional, but before she can be too self-deprecating, everyone chimes in saying they feel the same.

Charlie says, "it's just genuinely really sweet that this is here." Tina says how she wasn't expecting it. Mouse and Baghera having to walk off after putting down flowers because they got teary. Fit giving Techno's ofrenda a salute before quietly saying how he wished Phil was here to see it. Bagi and Etoiles wandering around and Etoiles goes a bit quiet when he sees it and explains to Bagi how he played with Techno before and how cool he was. Bagi says it's a beautiful tribute and then gets visibly emotional when Etoiles talks about how he knew him.

Bagi had never met an egg until now, but she was teary for a lot of the event. Tina only had so many interactions, same with Mouse, but everyone was totally understanding in them crying too. I just really love this server and everyone being able to read each other well enough to tell when someone needed to be told, 'Yes, I get this feeling too; we can be sad together for a few minutes,' or if they need a laugh to shake them out of that headspace. Charlie's voice drops when he talks to Mouse and Baghera at the memorial and when he explains who Techno is to Juanaflippa. You can hear Bad's voice breaking every once in a while, and he and Fit discussed how they weren't expecting the event to be like this, but it is so beautiful.

I'm just sad and rambling now, but I just love how these people from all over have met via this server, and even now, whether they're sad over fictional egg deaths or the real-life death of a colleague in some cases, they're not alone in their grief because everyone on this server just gets it.

#qsmp #technoblade is forever my favorite creator #i have so much merch and i wouldn't have gotten into MCYT without him #i am a weepy fucking mess today #o7

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poppy-metal · 6 months

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Situationship!Jordan trying to make you jealous, but it fails.

Maybe their flirting with some random girl or guy. In hopes that it’d make you jealous and rush over to them and sit on their lap or start kissing them, or lead to some jealousy sex, but instead you leave and block them on everything. Which makes them look like a whole ass clown 🤡. Ignoring them every time they try talking to you. Purposely throwing out flowers in trash can you know they walk past or doing it right in front them. Giving the chocolates they get you to your professors or roommates instead. Donating the stuffed animals they give you(originally I was gonna say you’d rip them up but I felt like the stuffed animals didn’t deserve that). They end up begging for you to accept their apology, they even pull out the sad brown eyes. Saying how stupid they are and how they genuinely like you. They hope you’ll take them back, because they like being around you. They love the fact that their wrapped around your finger.

Meanwhile all their friends are laughing at them groveling over their situationship they kept saying “they didn’t have feelings for”. Which cate called out their bullshit.

laughing at their resolve crumbling like cotton candy in water the moment you give them the cold shoulder. they assumed maybe since you're always pulling the make them jealous card they'd play it back, but your jealousy works different than theirs. for you, it just hurts. doesn't make you wanna stomp over and stake a claim, just makes you feel small. when they figure that out they feel like SHIT.

"i didn't think It'd be a big deal."

"it isn't, jordan. if you want someone else you can have someone else. easy peasy."

"i dont though - i want you."

"didn't feel like it last night."

"i didn't know - i thought it was a game, baby, I'm sorry, alright? i dont want anyone else, fuck, you're all i fucking think about."

you try to stay mad, but its really hard when jordans closing in - stepping into your space in that way they do, crowding you in. cupping your cheeks in their palms, "hey, look at me." you do. regret it because fuuuuuck, there are the baby brown eyes. "i was being a dickhead. wanted to see if you'd, like. come over and sit on my lap and tell them to fuck off - didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry."

you roll your eyes, "if you wanted me to get possessive over you, literally just ask. I'll ride your dick and threaten to kill you if you look at anyone else no questions asked."

jordan bites back a smile. you hate that they've already won you back, put on a pout that they immediately rub their thumb over. "yeah?"

you look away, "not now, obviously. you've been bad. you hurt my feelings. you let another girl touch your hair."

jordans hands cup your neck now, and they close in even further. your back against the wall now. "i know, i fucking suck. was so bad of me - hurting you like that-" you nod dumbly along to what they're saying, breathless as one hand starts to slide down, rest on your hip. "should let me make it up to you. show you why you should still put up with me."

you feel your cunt throb at their words, thinking of them spending hours between your legs, coaxing forgiveness out of you through their tongue on your clit.

its like they see the thought flitter through your head, fingers skimming over the waistband of your shorts. they brush their lips just barely over yours, and you know already, that they have you. they know it. "come to my dorm, baby. please?"

you sigh. they better make you see god, and then some.

"fine."

#ask #groveling jordan >>>>>#jordan li x reader

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bonefall · 3 months

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You can ignore this but I was just curious. What are your thoughts on redemption? I know modern day it means "character gets absolved of all wrongdoing and sin, and everyone forgives them yay!" But I'm talking more like, redemption as "Character acknowledges their actions and worldview was shitty, has apologized to all harmed parties, some forgive and some don't, but regardless character works on their issues and strives to become better"

I know characters are writing tools, so the message here would, in short, be "No matter what you can still work to be a better person". So I suppose I'm asking to what extent you agree. Sorry if this ask is everywhere I'm very sick at the moment.

I speak harshly of redemption arcs because I am actually an aficionado. I love them. I can't get enough of them, honestly. They're like eggs to me, I like 'em in all sorts of ways, devilled, omeletted, scrambled, but rotten ones are so bad you've gotta get rid of them immediately.

What often ends up setting me off about how redemption arcs are approached (and discussed) is the pervasive fact that people are more interested in sorrowful abusers than messy victims. They'll turn out to gush about how wonderful it is that Clear Sky cries about how sad murdering women made him, while not even recognizing Star Flower is self-destructing or Thunder is deflecting and misplacing.

It's like... even in fandom you will never get away from it. Your abuser is compelling and complex (meaning "was mean and sad at the same time"), and you're whiny and annoying ("ugh why is this traumatized person doing irrational things?! Don't they ever learn?!")

So when I write and when I talk, victims are always forefront in my mind. I'm really tired of stories that center Good Intentions or "but they loved you"

But anyway, digressing,

I agree. It really is never too late to work to be a better person. It's not even about apologizing, or making up for it, because sometimes you can't. "Sorry" will never undo what happened, and "sorry" doesn't even promise that real change is behind it.

So to me, a good redemption is just about exploring change.

Not suffering, I don't entirely like the idea that pain fixes pain, because it really doesn't. Reflection does. Genuinely understanding what was wrong and why you did it does. In spite of how cathartic it is to see someone get karma, I do hope that 99% of all people could be rehabilitated.

It's why I'm not fond of the phrasing where people want to deny redemption arcs because "they don't deserve it.' The WORLD deserves it. The people they will HELP deserve it. The person they will be deserves it. The question really is-- WOULD they change?

And the answer for powerful people is usually no. Power feels good. Gets you what you immediately want, makes it easy to surround yourself with yesmen who reinforce your excuses.

I think most people want to see others get better, but it's cathartic to me when some characters don't. Redemption arcs are wonderful things, but shouldn't be seen as the IDEAL ending for every villain, y'know?

#bone babble

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stardewvalleybut-i-draw · 4 months

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Humming a tune (writing)

Evelyn notices the farmers both seem to sometimes hum to themselves SO she decides to approach the male farmer and ask what tune he's humming in order to get to know him better.

Word count: 1,378 words (so medium I guess)

Characters: Evelyn and Mask Farmer.

Vibe: nice and wholesome moments :) I'm not really experienced in writing but I'll do my best to make it coherent, enjoy! :D and with pictures!

A lovely spring and sunny day welcomed the valley. Evelyn tends to the town square flowers, putting care and attention to each one.

It's the town's flowers after all. The people in the valley need to be represented properly!

It was nice to be out in the center of the town square on days like this. It allowed her to greet anyone who went through, give them a big warm smile, and catch up about what was happening that day. It was also nice to be able to bathe in the sun's warmth and reminisce on the past and how the valley had changed over the years. In came the male farmer with focused eyes, dedicated to a goal in his mind, ignoring everything around him. She could tell he was passing even with her bad vision by the sound of his fast and heavy footsteps, always in a rush. Both the farmers often cross here in the mornings, although Evelyn really only saw the sister out. Both would look at the bulletin board outside of Pierre's shop, check the calendars, and go on with their daily routine but only she would talk to Evelyn and the other townspeople. "Perhaps he's shy," Evelyn thought seeing him walk to the Help Wanted board. He greeted her once when they both first arrived in Pelican Town and he hasn't talked to her since then...or anyone besides for transactional reasons it seemed. Evelyn's face grew sad at the thought. The poor boy was ignored by everyone or treated as an anomaly to be feared and avoided. It didn't seem to bother the farmer but her heart could not let it be. "The flowers can be tended later, it was about time someone bothered to try and have a nice conversation with him" Evelyn thought. She began to walk towards the farmer who was still reading the Help Wanted note and noticed he was humming something. Thinking about it now, the farmers both tend to hum a tune to themselves. It's almost never the same song and seems to change throughout the seasons. "Excuse me, dear" she asked beside the farmer "May I ask what tune you are humming?"

The Farmer jolts in shock and turns towards her. "Oh I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to startle you." Evelyn says apologetically "I was just curious about the songs you hum to yourself, they sound very nice, was it a band back in the city?" He was really expecting anyone to talk to him today so Evelyn's Interruption took him back a bit. He also had a lot to do but her soft genuine smile guilt tripped him to take the time to answer her. "The song doesn't exist." The farmer stated bluntly "Oh"

Not the answer Evelyn was expecting. She had sworn she heard both the farmers hum the same tune.

Very curious she continued "So did you come up with the tune?" "No" the Farmer responds "I hear them In my head." Evelyn's confused expression let him know it made no sense to her but he couldn't really find another way to explain it besides being direct and honest. Maybe he should have lied, he thought. His sister did all the time to explain weird things like this but her genuine curiosity stopped him from lying to her face. Could he really lie to sweet little granny Evelyn? Evelyn saw the farmer's face slightly turn from her in shame. She didn't really understand the answer but she didn't want him to feel ashamed of his response so she softly said "It's ok. I don't need to understand it, do you like the songs? The farmer nods.

"Oh, that's nice to hear, I assume the song changes through the season? do you hear it all the time?" "Yeah..." he responds. She could tell the Farmer was starting to get uncomfortable with her questions so she tried to ease his nerves. "You know...your grandpa used to do the same thing too" The farmer looks at her in surprise "It's true!" she exclaims Evelyn begins to walk to the town flowers gesturing for the farmer to follow. The farmer does so.

"When he used to run the farm, he would whistle songs to himself while he worked" Evelyn reminisced. "Your grandpa used to say he would hear the valley singing to him, he would call it a superpower! Not many of us understood what he meant but by the sounds of it, I guess it was passed down to you"

The farmer smiles and chuckles at the idea. Their Grandpa did used to whistle a lot on the farm. It was only a faint memory since both he and his sister were so young when they used to visit. In a sense, the valley was singing to them.

"If it's not too much, could you hum a bit of the song you hear?" she asked The farmer paused for a second. He looked slightly at the sky and listened. He did his best to match the tune but it was difficult when there was more than one instrument to hum in his head.

Evelyn listened internally and cheered for the farmer once he had stopped. She could tell he was embarrassed by it but genuinely flattered. "You have a very lovely voice dear, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, oh!-" she interrupted herself. "I heard there was a band in town, maybe you should join, I think you would make a lovely addition!" He knew she was talking about Sam's band but he hadn't really talked to the guy... or anyone in that band. Sometimes he saw Abigail up in the mountains or Sebastian taking a smoke break but never really paid them any attention. He never needed to. Evelyn begins to tend to the flowers as she speaks. "You don't need to if you don't want to. I can tell you don't like to talk much, I don't want to pressure you."

She pauses.

"but I can tell you like to listen" The farmer had never really thought about it that way before... but when you don't say much, the only other choice is to listen to the world around you. "I know not many of us can understand you and I've noticed others treat you differently because of that" Evelyn gently places her hands on top of the farmer's hand. "-but I don't want you to feel like you're not part of the town. You will always be welcomed here...no matter how odd you are"

The farmer softly smiled to Evelyn. "Well," Evelyn exclaimed. "I don't want to hold your day up much longer but If you ever want to talk more about your grandpa or just to hear an old lady ramble about the past, I'm always here for you" The farmer is quiet for a second, taking in her words. "Thank you." He says. "Ohhh, no need to thank me, I haven't done anything, sweetie" She replied but the farmer quickly responded. "You did." Evelyn curiously looked at him confused. "You talked to me."

Evelin's heart was touched beyond words as the farmer leaned down to hug her. She squeezed as hard as her weak arms would allow and stayed there for as long as he needed. But the farmer quickly got up, smiled, and began to walk to the mines. They waved each other goodbye and moved on with their days. The warm moment being over just like that. As the farmer walked up the mountain he began to think. It was only a small moment. It had never really bothered him that the town viewed him as a cryptid. He often reveled in being odd, weird, and feared. He didn't have much of an interest in getting to know anyone. But Granny Evelyn had warmed his heart. Maybe he didn't need to be so cold to everyone. Maybe he should stop by and chat before heading to the mines. It's not like the caves are going anywhere. Maybe... ...he'll stop by and get some cookies :)

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew #stardew farmer #sdv farmer #sdv evelyn #please let me know about spelling or writing mistakes btw!#I am VERY dyslexic and spell checker can only do so much :(#SDVBID art

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ajortga · 6 months

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her healer

pairing: vada cavell x fem reader

i haven't started on lead part 3 for anyone wondering

Vada hates seeing you sad.

If you were to think back to everything you found therapeutic. It would’ve been music. Music was like a flower of comfort to you. But if music was a flower, Vada was a whole meadow of dandelions and a paddock of butterflies.

You loved her.

She was like a bright soul to coax your shy one. She memorized every detail, birthmark, and small actions to find out if something was wrong.

You play with your necklace when you're uncomfortable, fiddle with your hands when you're nervous. Your eyebrows furrow when you're worried or disgusted.

When you smile, your lips twitch more upwards when it's genuine, if your dimples are visible, it shows you're truly happy. When your nose scrunches, you’re teasing and flustered.

When you're jealous, she can see it in your eyes, a brewing storm, but hidden behind those soft eyes. She can sense your sadness. There was no way to figure out when you were sad, it was different every time. But Vada always just.. Knew.

She notices your eyes aren't as warm, they were more vulnerable when you were sad.

Vada hates seeing you sad.

She knows you like the back of her hand.

Kisses your forehead when you are uncertain, peppers it when stressed. Showers you with cuddles when you are down, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Oh. And when you were sad.

Sad was the worst to see you in.

The first time when Vada saw you cry, she felt her heart tear into a million. You had come home from school, you were quieter than usual, you smiled, but Vada knew something was wrong. Your dimples didn’t show.

They always showed when you were with her.

You were wearing your earphones, headphones to top it off, the bags under your eyes a little visible.

You had assured her everything was okay, although when you were, you would say something like, "Vads, I promise I'm okay."

But that time you didn't, you said, "I'm okay, really don't worry about me." Your voice was barely a whisper as you turned away to go to your next class.

Vada that day found out your childhood dog had passed away. His name was Oakley and he would run to her everytime she stepped foot in your house. Licking her face, playfully jumping.

When school had ended, you gave her a hug goodbye, telling her that you couldn’t come over today. You hugged her longer then usual, like you needed it as you buried your face against her neck, she could swear she heard your breath stutter with a small sniffle as she held you.

She decided she would visit, buying all your favorite snacks, along with some sour patch so you two could share, maybe watch a movie too.

She snuck in by the window she always sneaks in.

When she opened your room, it was dark, the only light was the small crack from the window and the smell of a vanilla candle being lit.

All of her snacks drop to the floor when she sees you.

She found you crying under the blankets when she came to visit, your figure shaking under the blanket that was above you, only your wavy hair being seen.

Your cries were heartbreaking.

It was worse than being cut and ripped, it was much worse.

She didn't know what to do, she wanted to shower you, spoil you with gifts. But she knew that wouldn't work. She stood there for a moment.

Then she knew. Somehow. Something had just told her.

She crawled into bed with you.

You felt the bed shift and as soon as you felt her presence. You slightly shifted, turning around to see her. Your eyes were bloodshot, teary eyes as you looked at her, panicked like she saw something she shouldn’t have. You blubbered, sniffing as she whispered, “Come here, oh I’m so sorry..” then, your tears began to fall down like a river.

Her heart ached, “Don’t cry..” She whispered, comfortingly, your body curling against her chest as you sobbed, hiccupping every few minutes.

She hugged you tightly, shushing you as she kissed your forehead. She rubbed circles on the nape of your neck. Your eyes were half open, droopy, tired.

She had never seen a side of you like this, you were so vulnerable.

You were burying your face against her chest so tightly as if she could shield you, if she could take your pain away and take your place, she would.

You were shaking, and that was enough to break her heart.

Vada hates seeing you sad.

It hurt her to see you like this, especially when she knew you were just a girl who was always sweet, never sad.

Her eyes softened, she knew if she tried to talk you couldn’t talk back to her, you managed to get out a, “He was e-everything t-to me.”

She breathed, “I know,” gently rocking you, “I know.”

So she cupped your cheeks, making you look at her, like really look at her.

When your eyes met her doe ones, you practically melted in her arms.

Vada cooed, caressing your freckled cheeks that were damp with tears.

She pulled you close again, having your head bury in her neck as she hummed softly.

As she hummed, she kissed the top of your head, saying things like, “I’m here.” “I love you.” “I hate seeing you cry.” “Don’t be sad, I’m sad when you’re sad.” “Shh, come here, it’s all going to be okay.”

Your sobs quieted down, sniffles present as your body stopped shaking, now just light quivers. Your eyes, she knew it wouldn’t have been as warm as they were. But this was different, your eyes were filled with hurt, she couldn’t describe it. But she hated it.

She cradled your body as she whispered, “Let me kiss it all better.”

She kisses your face everywhere, a soft warmth lingering even when her lips leave.

Your hiccups stop.

Your high tide range of tears turning into a soft ripple.

You pull her closer, as much as there was a small crack in your heart. There was one Vada, her millions of love working to just glue that one piece back together, gently.

You feel your eyes grow heavy, you just realize how exhausted you were.

Your body feels drowsy, her scent comforts you, always so sweet and inviting.

She rubs your back, kissing your forehead once, twice, three times, gently humming.

She feels your body stop shaking, “Are you okay?” she whispers.

Vada doesn’t hear a response, looking down to find you asleep on her chest.

She exhales a sigh, she would give the world to see you happy.

Vada hates seeing you sad.

But you both know she’s the only one that can fix it.

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell x you #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x reader

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neobaobei · 9 months

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Flower

Pairing: Husband!Jeon Wonwoo x Wife!Female Reader

Genre: pure fluff, kinda arranges marriage au, spouses-to-lovers au lol

Warnings: few profanities, wonwoo wears glasses(yes, this is an important warning)

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: A little sneak peek in your new married life with Wonwoo as you both celebrate your one month anniversary.

A/N: Lovelies I'm back from being unalive :^) been really really busy with studies and shit. Will try to update a little frequent TT

Song Rec: Flowers by Seventeen.

"Thank you", you mumble with a smile on your face, bowing in the process. You look at the pretty water lilies, the light pink shade pleasing your eyes, as you ponder why these are so underrated.

You stride to your car and place the bouquet of the newly purchased flowers gently, not forgetting to savour the fragrance yet once again. You get into the car, tucking yourself under the seat belt, before smiling again.

If anyone could see you, they would probably think that you're possessed by some smiling demon. But no one knows that you are actually smiling because of your husband!!!

You sit there, leaning your head back on the seat, pushing your glasses up, thinking about how you are going to give him these flowers. In all honesty, you don't even know if he likes these and you would be lying if you say that you did not ask your friends about the birth flowers and the theory behind it.

You would also be lying if you say that you did not spend the whole two hours last night, browsing through his facebook page, looking for his birthday, just because you were too ashamed to ask him directly!

You just hope that he likes these flowers…

You start the engine and drove back to your house, with a smile still adorning your face.

It all feels so fast. You feel like you just were in the first grade with your dad wiping you tears that would not stop coming; but now suddenly you are married and not to mention, today's your one month anniversary!

You still remember the exact moment wonwoo came into your life. You always wanted to marry a person who you knew by heart and loved dearly, but when your dad said that he wants you to get married to wonwoo, you couldn't obligue to it. Not because you knew your father knows what's good for you, but also you knew wonwoo.

Yes, you knew wonwoo. I mean he's your dad's friend's son. Your classmate, who barely had two friends, had his face always deep inside a book, occasionally pushing his glasses back to its place.

You've never seen someone that attractive with glasses. As someone who wears glasses, let's just say that you knew not all look good in glasses.

You wanted to marry him not just because your dad wanted you to, but also because you knew how much of a gentleman he was. He used to send you goodmorning and goodnight messages everyday from the age 19 till now, because you jokingly once said that you feel sad when no one wishes you those as you lived alone. The little white heart near texts still flutters your heart.

You look back into the day, when you both had your lunch together, to discuss about the invitations and designs. You remember taking your first picture together with him (it's still in your wallet!).

You were so in love with him, but never once you would admit it to yourself.

You had a smile on your face as you pulled the car in front of a cafe. You entered the cafe, the bell chiming indicating that someone has entered the shop. Your best friend and the cafe owner, Mingyu, looks over his shoulder at you and smiles. His shirt sleeves rolled up, some flour sticking on to his purple sweater that you both bought together.

"Gosh, it's blinding to see you smiling so much!" He exclaims rolling his eyes playfully, but genuinely feeling happy, when he finds you looking at the little cake that you told him to make for your one month anniversary.

It was a cute cake, blue coloured lettering(as you found out his favourite colour was blue, after some… let's say investigation..) that said "Wonwoo & Y/N; Since 8th July" and some heart shaped milk chocolates here and there. You couldn't stop smiling at it.

Gosh, you feel like a teenage girl who got accepted by her crush!!!

A playful scowl taking over your giddy smile as you turned to him. "Shut up and just tell me how much it is." You said as you rummage your handbag, looking for your wallet.

"Get out of here if you're gonna pay." Mingyu says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, before he walks towards, packing the cake that was freshly baked an hour ago, in a blue coloured box as you asked for.

You know that he's never going to accept the money you give him, so you walk towards him, trapping him in a hug. But little does he know that you slipped a fifty dollar bill in his apron.

You thank him with the hug (and the money that he doesn't know you sneaked in until the shift got over. He knows it's definitely you and reminds himself to give you a handful of nagging next day) and leave the bakery with a smile and drive back straight to your home.

You parked your car into your garage, not forgetting to check your hair and apply only lip balm, knowing that he doesn't prefer makeup. You hang your bag on your right shoulder, carrying the cake in one hand and the pretty, pink flowers in another.

You somehow manage to carry all those and open the door, already knowing that he would be home by now as it was already 7:47 pm. For a fact that you knew that wonwoo would always be chilling on the couch with his novel (also waiting for you, so you both could eat the dinner together even if it's going to be in absolute silence), so where was he today?

You place the cake and the bouquet on the dining table, before setting off to your bedroom in search of him. You open the bedroom door, softly calling out his name, only to find him doing something you never expected him to.

He was arranging red carnations and a Lego set and what it said absolutely shocks you!

'I <3 U to my pieces'

Hearing your voice, he quickly tries to hide the Lego set and the flowers he prepared for you under the bed, failing miserably as you've already seen everything.

You were supposed to reach home only at 8:05, why are you early by eighteen minutes today!? He's even still wearing his glasses for God sake!!!

Wonwoo stood up from the floor hurriedly, his face and neck painted red, as he tried to make something out as he saw you standing at the doorway, shocked.

You walked towards him, wanting to ask what this all was before he started blabbering: "Y/N, I really want to surprise you with the Lego set as it's our one month anniversary but you were not supposed to come this early today. Heck, I'm not even ready yet. I really wanted to tell you that I've been in love with you for the past one and a half year but before that happy one month anniversary; I love you and it's fine if you don't like me back-"

You cut his rambling with a hug. You hug him tight, your glasses hitting his chest as you turn left, your head barely reaching his shoulders. You could hear how hard his heart his hammering against his chest as he turned redder than he already was. He stands there with his mouth gaped, not knowing if it's right for him to hug you back.

You're his wife for god's sake!

You stand there in his embrace after he finally decides to hug you back, after a whole two minutes of debating whether to hug you or not. A smile forms on his face, as he feels you smiling against his chest too.

Tears pool your eyes but a smile still present on your face. You never expected this!

You look him in the eyes, breaking the hug making him feel the lack of warmth even if it's not even thirty seconds yet. The moment he looked at your teary eyes, his smile dropped so quickly, thinking that he spoke something really absurd as he starts apologizing profusely.

"Oh god! I'm-I'm so s-sorry, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry-"

You cut him off once again, but this time it's with a kiss. You locked your lips with him, his eyes double the size that usual. Your glasses collide against his as he finally moves his lips against yours, a never ending smile playing on both of your lips, as he grabs you by the neck deepening the kiss. One hand on his neck and another on his waist, you pull him closer than you already, not minding your glasses that keep dashing uncomfortably against each other.

You both pull away, gasping for air, red tint adorning your cheeks, feeling like a goddamn teenager. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, making him hold onto your waist.

He gently rests his forehead against yours, holding onto you as if you're going to disappear if he loosens his grip on you.

"Wonu, I love you too." You whisper softly, your fingers playing with his black locks in the back of his head.

"W-wait wha-t? Are you for real?!" He exclaims with genuine surprise on his face, as he tries to pull a bit from you.

You smiled before shyly nodding your head, making him beam in a way you never thought he could, making you smile too. Though he had his glasses on, you could still see his eyes getting teary as he pulls you into a hug, a poor attempt to hide his tears.

You both stayed comfortably in each others arms, before he shyly, too quietly whispers: "I fucking love you so much, Jeon Y/N", making you chuckle softly before replying: "I love you too, Jeon Wonwoo".

Time passed as you both exchanged the flowers with each other, smiles never leaving your faces as you even ate the cake, taking tons of pictures together.

You want to hang your portraits with him in your living room, just like mingyu and his wife, too!!

You both passed out on the couch, watching the movie that was long forgotten as you both were busy kissing each other every two minutes once.

husband wonwoo for the win.

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spectersgirl · 7 months

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"Harvey is dating a really famous actress or singer (like Taylor Swift). People think he's just a playboy but Harvey and her has been secretly been dating for a while but kept it a secret due to her fame. Maybe have a relationship reveal when he shows up at her concert or Harvey introduces her during a company holiday party."

I got this request in my messages! I love this prompt because I'm currently loving the Taylor Swift Travis Kelce moment going on.

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If You're Ready, I'm Ready

Harvey Specter x Reader

You peeked out the window of your large Manhattan apartment, waiting to see a particular black Lexus pull up out front. You were one of the most famous musicians in the world, which sometimes could mean rather unpleasant interactions, so to see your boyfriend, New York's most respected lawyer Harvey Specter, you had to sneak around at night. The stakes of it all were exhilarating, despite how difficult it could sometimes be. It was sexy, it was fun, and it reminded you of sneaking out as a teenager.

When you finally did see the car, you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face. You quickly threw on a baseball cap and sneakers, trying to look as normal as you possibly could before calling the elevator to head downstairs.

The driver was waiting at the back door of the car, one hand on the handle when you got there. The windows were almost completely blacked out, so you didn't know your boyfriend was waiting for you in the car too.

"Surprise, beautiful." He said, a dazzling smile on his face. He pulled a bouquet of flowers from the seat next to him and handed it to you once the car door was closed.

You placed a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes for a moment before kissing him deeply.

"These are gorgeous, what're they for?" You asked once you pulled away.

"They're just a little something to show you how proud I am of you. You sold out MSG, that's a huge deal!"

You smiled softly, blushing. The butterflies in your stomach erupted like crazy. Harvey meant the world to you, and hearing he was proud of you made your heart swell in your chest. You weren’t used to guys actually caring about you. You’d gone through your fair share of fuckboys and clout chasers in your time, but Harvey was… completely different.

With the guys that had come before, you'd gone too public too quickly, giving you the reputation of that girl that dates around and can't keep a man. The reality of it was that you were simply looking for your person. Despite the facade he puts on in his work and the decently large number of girls he’d been with in his past, Harvey was a really great guy. He always went at your pace, showed you how proud he was of your successes, and was a total gentleman.

You had finally decided that you were ready to take away that little bubble of privacy you'd hidden behind for the last year since meeting Harvey. You were tired of the sneaking around and hiding him away. You finally wanted to show him off to the world, show everyone you were, in fact, capable of picking a good one. The truth of it all was that you were scared. Scared for him, scared for you, scared for what it could all mean for your relationship. Once the public knew about him, they’d never leave him alone. You sighed slightly, a sad smile replacing your formerly happy one. You wished it didn't have to be like this, and you knew Harvey didn't mind doing whatever you felt was best, but you didn't want to lose him because you had to keep hiding. You were snapped out of your thoughts when his hand softly stroked your upper leg.

“Hey, what’s wrong Y/N? Did something happen?” Harvey asked, genuine worry taking over his features.

“Oh, no. It’s… I’m fine. I'm just thinking about how I think... I think I'm ready. Want to show everyone how sweet and handsome my man is.” You told him, absentmindedly rubbing the top of his hand.

“Y/N, any time you want to do that, you know I’m on board. Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m down for.” He reassured.

"I know, and I love and appreciate you for that, I'm just scared. Once they find out about you... they'll never leave you alone. They'll be all over you all the time, and not just because they'll see how handsome you are" You said, trying to curb your own worries.

It was Harvey's turn to give you a sad smile now. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head, softly rubbing your arm in comfort.

"Honey, to be honest with you, I really don't care. I love you, that's all I care about. Whatever happens out there, whatever they do to me, doesn't affect what we have. Okay? I want what you want, so if you're ready, I'm ready. If you want to wait, that's okay too."

You had tears falling down your cheeks now, he was really the most perfect man you'd ever met. He brought a thumb up to wipe your tears away.

"These are happy tears I hope?" He said, a teasing grin on his face.

You nodded, giggling.

"That they are. I just don't know how I got so lucky. You've been so good to me, I just love you so much. Thank you for being patient with me."

"Every bit of you is worth the wait. No matter how long the wait is." He said, placing a kiss on your lips.

Once you pulled away, slightly breathless, you got an idea.

"Hey, I have a red carpet this weekend, would you want to come with me?" "Y/N, are you asking me to be your date?"

"That depends on what your answer is"

"Of course I'll be your date. I'll wear my best tux, I wouldn't want the world thinking you're dating some slob in an ill-fitting suit."

This made you laugh, knowing how seriously Harvey took his attire.

"I wouldn't expect anything less, my love. Now come here and kiss me again"

"Your wish is my command, my pretty girl."

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guardian5tiger3 · 4 months

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Pick a Group Tarot Reading (general, what do you need to know?)

1. 2. 3.

Group 1 -

You guys need to know someone's getting karma. For some of you it's family, some of you some type of thief , maybe both. Something about someone cutting hair as a confirmation. Also corn? Flipping the script. Movies. Bacon. Someone's hand. A foul mouth or maybe someone says that. Something about a movie star or maybe you want to be one or that's what you should shoot for if you do , or that may be someone's destiny ?. I'm channeling someone's dog and the dog is really chubby and short. A lot of you might be falling in love, a few of you someone's falling in love with you, but if anything I see it being mutual. Some of you had your hearts broken not too long ago. Let that go , for that group, a few of you I still sense some resentment or something. Maybe they deserve it but they'll get karma trust. Even if you don't realize it's that serious. They're gonna get karma big or small. Your resentment is half intuitive , let the universe take that on though, you don't need to . The best revenge is to go be happy and fall for someone mutually who does deserve you, ok. I'm also seeing a lot about the fall . And snow. So those seasons are special somehow. Maybe next late fall is important . Someone's gonna move to a house at that time. I'm picking up on a lot about different new pets that you will consider family if you're the type to you will have a few new family members eventually. A new car. I keep picking up on work but I haven't got anything about that but it seems that that is probably how that's going to manifest. I'll keep in mind to do a career specific reading today or soon ! Keep in mind if this resonates it resonates, this reading got narrowed down a lot by the end of it. And the last part is only a confirmation for some few that it's genuinely reasonable, it will manifest for, and is only a confirmation to them to not worry and they will know who they are. Alright, there's a chance the person that you fall with is responsible for this! But you'll intuitively feel that if it's accurate. ;)

Group 2 -

You guys definitely need to relax, recharge , destress. Maybe you're forcing something somehow. When really you'll go way further with whatever it might be if you just take this time for yourself to do that okay. I know, I've been there, maybe even deal with myself refusing to chill out weekly lol. It's alright, I know it's difficult to surrender to the universe, especially when what you're going for you dont feel like you can relax until you've attained it. But it's seeming like relaxing is exactly how you're gonna get it when you hop back into this in whatever way, quickest and easiest. I know for example when I play video games for some reason if I take a few minutes to chill out and then get back to it I literally recharge and end up beating the level I was struggling on. This is a good time to focus on your own thoughts and mentalities and work with yourself. Trust me I know this might be frustrating for some of you cause.. it takes one to know one. Just try your best to chill ok. Go for some entertainment maybe. Sometimes I forget how nice it is to just lay in bed or take a hot a** shower... So maybe try to brainstorm/ remember something that genuinely mellows you out and you enjoy . Peace peace you guys. & Take care.

Group 3 -

I'm initially channeling a white dog, Also lightning and thunder. Forest animals. An owl. Butterflies. Flowers. Third eye. A crystal on a third eye? Some of you may be sad ... Could be something regarding a parent or parenting. A few of you few uncomfortable in your bodies but this is totally brainwash and you're beautiful and deep down you know that. Someone's kids have no filter and maybe are mean to them omg . You need to respect yourself for who you are. There's a masculine figure in your life yet or not, that loves you a lot and sees all beauty in you. And maybe because of how you feel you doubt them but you should listen to them if they say, they're telling the honest truth about how they feel and think. One of you there's a dude with anger issues that's not who I'm talking about violence is never acceptable he can go work out or something to get that out ok. Anyway I keep picking up that for a lot of you you should eat what you want. Something about cheese. Like if you're dealing with some eating stuff somehow for whatever reason I'm supposed to suggest to you to really taste your food, like ratatouille did if you ever saw that movie, and don't wait until you're starving to eat. Get snacks in too . Drink more liquids, if digestion is an issue ,try different drinks that might help and see what works. Someone has a kid in diapers don't smack your kid you don't need to hit someone for them to know. Or yell .You need to connect with them on a deeper level and communicate with them knowing they're smart and can grasp it, believe it or not, intellectually. Kids can teach you a lot, you have to be open to it, and open to trying different things. And if they don't know something yet, you must teach them. But for you, watch out, spirit sees you, learn more patience and become more conscious about this, one day your kid will grow up and have a mind completely of their own and they will judge you how they see fit. Anyway if you're a parent here, I assume a majority of you are, either way a young kid in your lives are here as teachers , and you should listen to them and take stuff in you might not notice if you're distracted or just looking at them like they're a young minded kiddo. Some of them are ancestors, one of you knows a kid and they are from somewhere off in space, that's how I saw that literally, a different star was their sun. This kid might seem spacey sometimes , they're wise. Very cool stuff. Also something about skateboarding. Maybe I should tell you , something about the concepts of being open minded, trying new things , breaking traditions, having fun and taking risks. Learning new philosophies. Libraries. Someone knows a older kid who plays Minecraft and Roblox. Some other games? That's a good kid and make sure you are a stable figure in their life and are there for them and a good example all the time, they look up to you and it seems like they need something from you. Pay attention!

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darkdevasofdestruction · 10 months

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Hello, could I request a Heimdall x reader, like soulmates, as if the bond between them was pain, as if one of them was hurt the other would feel it and only the touch of the soulmate would make the pain stop? or something about the first kisses between them, I'm really pleased with anything about this man

Hmmm, let me see where I can go with this~

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✬Ever since he was created, Heimdall has been a non-believer in the silly idea of a romantic relationship - The single notion that there may actually be someone out there, who could possibly be up to his level, or anywhere close to it.

✬He hadn't cared, nor did he even attempt to try to find out his soulmate - He didn't believe one existed to begin with - A counterpart of his own, someone whose personality and heart could mirror his own, complete him wholly.

✬He was already perfect to begin with, he needn't someone to complete him - He was complete by himself!

✬He couldn't even imagine allowing some filthy mongrels who consider themselves 'Gods' touching him, let alone stay in their disgusting proximity. A few hours once in a blue moon was enough for him to satisfy his carnal needs. No one was worthy of him.

✬Heimdall is a pure Aesir God, the Foresight haver, the Holder of Gjallarhorn, the All-Father's most trusted person, the Protector of the Asgard. What more could he need in life?

✬For some odd reason, he felt a peculiar pang of pain in his chest, where his heart area could be, though there was no particular reason for it - It happened out of nowhere, even when he was relaxing with a book by the fireplace.

✬Not only that, but on even fewer occasions, his body would feel uncharacteristic aches - He wasn't some clumsy idiot, he didn't get himself hurt - Hell, he never got touched without his consent before, let alone get his flesh harmed - So what was this all about?!

✬His only saving grace was the night, when he would allow himself to rest and enter a deep sleep. Sometimes, he would enter the dream world, the only place where his heart, soul and mind could feel at ease and genuinely happy.

✬Every time, he was teleported in a forest clearing, in a beautiful flower clearing, next to a rapid river breaking through the stones. A warm ray of Sun peeked through the large crowns of the tall trees, caressing his pale face, making his golden hair shimmer ethereally.

✬He felt happy. He felt content. He smiled.

✬Every time, without fail, a gorgeous white deer, mystical and glowing silver, with the most kind eyes that looked more human than animal would approach him - Afraid, but curious. It was a repeating cycle every time, yet without fail, the deer would trust him, nuzzle her wet nose into his palm, and even lick his face.

✬Her eyes... Kind, yet sad, nostalgic, melancholic... Lonely...

✬An animal hiding a pool of humanly emotions, as if she wished to be found already.

✬Or maybe he was going mad.

✬Heimdall didn't feel anger, nor disgust for anyone, he didn't scowl or frown, nor did he sneer or scoff at the idiocy surrounding him. Instead, he felt content and at peace, with his heart bursting and glowing with joy and love every time this deer would rest her head on his lap.

✬Could this deer be his Fylgja? His guardian spirit? The embodiment of his soulmate's soul and spirit, watching over him, completing him, just as those silly stories tell? Was there someone out there, that could heal him, his mind and heart? Could there be someone out there having similar dreams as him, with a white, mystical stag watching over them, protecting them, caring for them, the same as this doe is healing him? Could there be someone out there, with his soul connected to them?

✬He doubted that.

✬Still, he relished in the escapism that was created as a gift for him.

✬Surely, the universe knew how much stress and pressure he was under, especially having to keep around all those fools who consider themselves Gods. Thank the All-Father he was tasked with guarding the wall, and his home was far, far away from the village, otherwise he doubts he'd be able to keep himself in check and not murder everyone.

✬They say that your soulmate appears out of nowhere, when you least expect it. It was then that Heimdall felt sheer terror in his heart, for the first time in his long life - The time when he witnessed Y/N getting slammed into the tavern wall by a clumsy, drunk Thor, and he felt his spine ablaze with pain.

✬ He felt her pain. That was impossible. That couldn't be.

✬But that wasn't the only thing terrifying Heimdall.

✬Her eyes held the same innocence and loneliness as his spirit deer.

✬Since then, not only did he avoid Y/N like the plague, but he actively kept away from all the Gods, except the All-Father. It was the perfect excuse - He just hated everyone.

✬But no matter how much you try to run away from fate, it always finds a way of catching up to you.

✬A knock on his door disturbed him, and he felt compelled to slam his book to the ground, angered that someone dared disrupt him from his leisure time. He swung the door open and war ready to yell at the idiot barging in at such a late hour at the night.

✬But as soon as his glowing purple eyes met those beautiful doe eyes of hers, Heimdall's body froze, and the yell got stuck in his throat.

✬"Forgive the intrusion at such a horridly late hour of the name, Heimdall. I just finished work." without realising, his heart was beating so fast, pouding in his chest. "I... thought you've been looking rather upset lately. I... I don't know what bothered you, but... I thought I would bake you a few snacks." she rose the basket to eye-level, and Heimdall could feel the smell of delicious pastries and freshly baked bread. When he didn't respond, or even sketch a single reaction, Y/N smiled sweetly, causing the Aesir's snow-pale cheeks to flush up a little. "Are you feeling quite alright? You seem feverish." she tried to place her hand on his cheek, feel his temperature up, but Heimdall overreacted and yelped, roughly grabbing at her wrist before she could touch his skin. He feared that, should her touch be magical, then the truth would be revealed and affirmed. Soulmates existed, and even he had one. "Oh, forgive me for overstepping my boundaries. I was just worried for you."

✬Heimdall looked away with a scoff, only for his face to redden up even more. Though he despised the idea of love and being vulnerable, his hand moved on his own, allowing the Goddess to feel his skin.

✬At once, he shuddered involuntarily, and a warm, tingling sensation took over him. He loved it, it felt so good, it was unreal.

✬After a few seconds spent like that, Heimdall dared shift his gaze at her. Y/N was smiling. "You knew, didn't you?" he mumbled under his breath. Y/N nodded gently. "I have known since we were children." the man's eyes widened in shock. "There aren't all that many people in Asgard with eyes as beautiful as yours." she giggled sweetly. "If you knew it was me, why didn't you come sooner?" he asked, pulling her inside his hut, protecting her from the cold outside. "You never did look at me." her comment stung his heart. "Or, at anyone else, for the matter." she sat on the couch by the fireplace. "Besides, I did tell you, didn't I? Through your dreams, I was there. I waited for you, every night, in that clearing. I could feel the pain of your soul, and I was there, waiting to take it all away from you. To heal you and erase all of you worries." it wasn't just her touch, but that warm smile on her face that made the man feel ablaze with love. "So the deer was you, not my Fylgja." he muttered, more as an affirmation, than a question. "I could see you, the same as you saw me. It was my soul that you saw, not my body. It was my soul healing you, the same as your soul protected me from the animals trying to harm me." Heimdall looked up at her, realising their dreams were slightly different. He saw how scared she was at first, as a young child, being surrounded by fiersome bears, wolves and panthers, only for this strong, large white stag to prance over and protect her from harm, throwing all the predators away with his huge antlers. "Soulmates complete each other." Heimdall found himself saying, realising that what Y/N healed, he protected. That god-awful statement was true. They completed each other perfectly. He may be whole as a singular person, but it felt even better, without his soul honeyed by another. "Ah, to hell with this." emboldened by Y/N's mere presence, Heimdall shot up from his couch and dragged her up, gently cupping her face and pulling her into a sweet, gentle kiss.

✬It felt as though the whole universe disappeared completely, and it was only them present. Not in two physical bodies, but two souls connected, intertwined for eternity.

✬A sensation of deep love and warm, like honeyed milk at night, before falling into a deep sleep. The gentle caress of nature and the healing touch of a lover.

✬That which angered him the most through its absence, became Heimdall's most cherished possession.

✬ His soulmate's eternal love.

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lil-elle · 6 months

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hello!! I’m feeling a lil sensitive today and everything is just making me 🥺 how do you think Xikers would comfort their gf when she’s having a bad day?

thank you if you write this 🥰

I'm late but I hope it still helps 🥺

XIKERS comforting their S/O

pairs: bf!xikers x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, comfort

word count: 1.5k

content: lil kisses, sweet boyfies 🥹

a/n: i'll actually sob, i need me a xikers bf 😔

Minjae:

Once he notices you're tired and feeling down or in a bad mood, he wouldn't push you to talk about it

He'd get you to get dressed, sit down, and he'd make you some nice food and get you a warm drink like a hot chocolate and just pamper you

He'd let you watch whatever you wanted on the TV, even if it's something he doesn't particularly enjoy

He'd disappear halfway through to run a bath for you, putting a towel in the dryer while you're in the bath to warm it up for you

At bedtime, he'd finally ask if you wanted to talk about your day. He'd listen if you did and he wouldn't push it if you didn't, just giving you genuine words of comfort like “you're doing so well” “I love you so much”

Junmin:

He'd immediately drop everything to sit down with you and talk to you, using soft words and reassure to get you to let your emotions out

He's not great with words, so he'd just listen, rubbing your back and nodding along, saying “I understand” “I'm sorry baby”

If you started to cry, he'd hold you against his chest gently, encouraging you to cry it out as he pats your head and rubs your back

He'd sit there with you until you were done, then he'd ask what you wanted. If you wanted food, he'd make it/order it, if you wanted to go to bed, he'd go to bed with you no matter how early it was, if you wanted to watch TV, he'd watch with you

In the morning, he'd wake you up with a coffee in bed with a few encouraging words so you could tackle the next day

Sumin:

He'd treat you to something really nice, whether that be your favourite takeout, going out for dinner, going to do something fun like karaoke, anything you wanted (depending on how tired you were ofc)

He'd call in sick for you the next day to work/uni or whatever you do and call in sick for work himself so you two could spend the day together just doing whatever you want

He'd eventually get you to talk about your day to him, making jokes to lighten the mood but also empathizing with you and making you feel heard

If it was a specific person that made you feel bad, he'd threaten to kick their shins in, to which you'd have to calm him down and reassure him that it's okay

He'd be so clingy for the rest of the day, because even if he doesn't show it much, you being sad makes him sad

Jinsik:

Would immediately take you to snuggle with him in bed, talking softly to you and letting you ramble about your day

If you started crying, he'd almost guaranteed start crying as well, holding you in his arms while whispering that it's all okay and that everything will be fine

You two would order a pizza or something and just eat it in bed while watching a drama together and just relaxing

You'd fall asleep together without even showering or anything, just fall asleep while watching and it'd be the best, heaviest sleep of your life

He'd snuggle you close while you were trying to get out of bed, giggling at his clinginess and you'd eventually just give in, staying in bed with him and sleeping in until the afternoon

Hyunwoo:

He'd get you to get into comfy pajamas and you'd sit and do something fun to get your mind off of the day, whether that be watching a movie, playing video games, playing a board game, anything at all

You'd fall asleep that night all tired out from having fun. You'd wake up the next morning and he'd be gone. You'd get out of bed and go into the living room to find him with a bunch of sweets, snacks, and a bouquet of flowers

He'd apologize, saying he's not good with words and comforting people, so he just got you a bunch of gifts to make you feel better

If you cried, he'd lowkey start panicking, thinking you were upset but you'd just hug him and thank him, telling him he's enough

He'd hug you back even tighter, just repeating how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

Junghoon:

He's not good with words at all, but he'd comfort you by immediately bringing you to bed and tucking you in, sitting by your bedside as you ranted about your day with him quietly listening

He wouldn't let you get up for anything, if you wanted something, he'd get it for you, no matter what it was

He'd pet you to sleep while playing soft music, not really knowing how else to comfort you but it'd work better than he expected.

Once you're asleep he'll clean the kitchen and anything that was a mess so you weren't stressed out by it in the morning

He'd try his best to make you lunch to take to work with you the next day with a handwritten note about working hard and not pushing yourself too far, making you smile

Seeun:

He'd immediately break out the sweets and snacks, sitting you down like it's a little gossip session as you tell him all about your day

He'd be fully invested, giving you advice and comforting you really well as you tell him the parts that made your day hard

He'd hug you tight and suggest taking a day off tomorrow to do something fun, saying you deserve it for working so hard and just saying all the right things to make you feel better and convince you

The next day you two would go to the zoo, aquarium, movies, anything fun and simple like that while also making it a little date, taking the time to be together and recharge each other's batteries

He wouldn't even let you think about paying for anything while out, immediately pulling out his wallet before you can reach for yours. You'd end up going home with a plushie from the gift shop of wherever you went

Yujun:

As soon as the words “bad day” leave your mouth he'd be cuddling you and getting you to sit down with him so you could snuggle

If you wanted to talk, he'd comfort you, if you didn't he'd put on some music you like and just cuddle with you quietly until you felt better or fell asleep

If you fell asleep, he'd carry you to bed and tuck you in before getting in himself and snuggling you to sleep

He'd wake up early to make you a yummy breakfast since you most likely would've gone to bed without eating dinner, too distracted by ranting to him/receiving comfort from him

He'd gently wake you up with a kiss on the cheek and smile, placing a plate of breakfast on your lap with a coffee/glass of milk/ hot chocolate or whatever drink he knows you like

Hunter:

He'd immediately become serious, listening to everything carefully with a slightly intense expression on his face and he wouldn't say much

On the inside he's just really worried, his mood is easily affected by your mood. If you're down, he's down. If you're happy, he's happy.

You have to reassure him if it was one specific person that ruined your day because he'd be determined to figure out who it is and give them a piece of his mind

He'd eventually give up, just deciding to pamper you for the rest of the night, running you a bath, making you good food, giving you a massage, doing your skincare for you, almost making you feel bad for how much he's doing but he loves doing it for you

Before you both fall asleep he'd tell you all the things he loves about you, making you super flustered but he wouldn't stop, just wanting you to feel as loved as possible

Yechan:

He'd let you rant about everything first and when you're done he'd just hold your face and praise and compliment you, watching you get flustered but not stopping

Then once you think he's finally done he'd just place kisses all over your face until you're giggling and begging him to stop

“There's that smile” he'd smile so wide seeing you feel better. He'd order takeout food and you two would stay up super late watching your favourite shows and movies

You'd fall asleep on the couch together and then wake up in the morning and work together cleaning up the mess you made while blasting music and singing

He'd make it a tradition to sit and rant about your days together after getting home just to ease the tension and nerves of the day

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luveline · 2 years

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ok so !!! since reqs are technically open, i'm here hehe. no pressure tho, take ur time or just do it whenever you feel like doing it!

i feel like sometimes steve realizes he's in love in a strange way (kind of). for the others, it's already painfully obvious that he's in love with the reader but he's always like "nah, i'm not we're just good friends" yada yada. but then he sees you wearing his shirt and he's like "holy shit I AM in love" and it's cute 😭

This is the cutest concept ever! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope this is alright! 0.9k fem!reader

He doesn't mean for it to happen. Dustin's being a mouthy little shit and Steve's trying to assert some dominance. The shove is purely playful, Dustin's less so, and the second sends his young friend careening into you at high speeds.

The paper plate in his hand ends up pressed flat to your chest, ketchup and mustard instantly ruining the fabric of your cute shirt.

He feels a pinching, unbearable feeling at the sad frown on your lips as you look down. There's a smattering of condescending applause and cheers from the pool, a monotone, "Good work, idiot!" from his favourite coworker.

Steve is never hosting a barbecue again.

"Shit. Y/N, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you say, smiling at him despite the terrifying glassy quality of your eyes.

Dustin gives a similar, ashamed apology and you give him the same response. Steve stares at you with wide eyes, alarmed, and Robin pinches his arm until he flinches back into her, elbow jabbing for her waist when she says, "You need to take her inside and fix your mess. Like, now."

"Shit," he says again. He clears his throat and calls to you, "Come on, I have something you can change into."

You follow him inside. Steve ignores the giggling and suggestive looks he gets. His friend are insistent; if you ask any of his dorks they'll all say the same thing – that Steve is in love with you. Not just likes you, the full L word. Steve resents this. He would know if he was in love with you. It would be pretty obvious.

You know where his room is. He's quick for the closet, searching through clothes for something that's going to fit you well. He picks out a soft t-shirt, finds you wringing your fingers in the doorway.

"I'm really sorry," he says. "I'll pay for dry cleaning. Or the shirt. Even though it was totally Dustin's fault."

"It's okay. Really, Steve." You give him a smile he's seen a thousand times before, soft as a flower petal and twice as pretty. You've always been beautiful, more as you get older.

Steve passes you the shirt and looks at your hands as you take it, the guilt heavy. You already know where his bathroom is. "There's-" his eyes dart to the red and yellow stains on your collar, "towels and soap and whatever. Don't worry about making a mess."

"Thank you," you say. You sound more than genuine.

Steve nods and you disappear into the ensuite. He decides to wait on the bed for you, kicking his guilty feet. He can hear your comings and goings, the running tap, the sound of your shirt hitting the laundry basket.

Steve feels something sharp when you open the door. He doesn't know if it's coming from his chest or his heart or his brain, maybe somewhere deep in the abyss of his stomach. It's like a shock.

He hadn't expected to feel like this.

You're in his shirt. You've wiped your chest and neck and face with a washcloth and your skin still glows with dampness. You don't seem so upset now that you're clean, beaming as you emerge.

"Steve, your hand soap smells really good."

"Yeah?" he asks, swallowing around the lump in his throat

The hair surrounding your face is wet. "Yeah, it's amazing. I left my shirt in your bathroom but, honestly, maybe you could just throw it out. I think it's done for."

You giggle. Steve feels startled. Has your laugh always sounded like that? He needs to hear it again, to be sure.

"More done for than your flour sack baby senior year?"

You laugh, tracking towards him on light footing. Closer, he can see where his shirt hangs off the hills and lines of your body.

"Maybe the same amount."

Shit, he thinks. Those shitheads might be fucking right.

I think I'm in love with her.

"Are you okay?" you ask, paused in front of him. Worry lines your features.

"I'm great," he says, taking you in, feeling like this is the first time he's ever seen you. "Never better."

His realisation crests a well of elation, elation and desperation, because suddenly he wants to tell you how pretty you are and how good you look in his clothes, how he wants to be closer to you. The words burn a hole in his tongue.

Affection for you hikes up high. He reaches out, unthinking, and takes the hem of your borrowed shirt in his hands, neatening it up though there's no reason to. You let him without any complaint or suspicion.

"Do I look okay?" you ask him, striking a small, awkward pose that has his heart skipping a beat.

"You look killer," he says, tone joking though he's never been more serious.

"Thank you." You grin, spinning on your heel and trailing out of the room.

You double back when he doesn't follow. "Steve?"

Seeing you for a second time isn't any less evocative.

"Yeah, I'm coming," he says, following you down the stairs. He's struck by the realisation that he might follow you anywhere, and then wonders if Dustin gave him a concussion without his noticing. Fuck, he thinks, I'm so screwed.

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tulipsforvin · 26 days

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OMGGGGGGG

I just remeber reading youre post about reader dying. The part with Louis hit HARD. While I can definitely see him and me as reader in that scenario, (dw I am fine– almost.LOL) I thought Albert would fit in this one soooo much better. (My opinion.... also Pre timeskip) OFCOURSE Louis fits in there GREATLY. AND I LOVE IT SOSOSOSOSO MUCH LIKE I LITERALLY CRIED BECAUSE IT WAS SO SAD AND BEAUTIFUL <333 ACTUALLY THANK YOU SOSOSO MUCH FOR SHOWING US ALL OF IT YOURE WRITING IS JUST– mhwa! <3 (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠) (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ AND I KNOW YOU HEAR THIS A LOT RECENTLY BUT HONESTLY??? YOU DESERVE TO BECAUSE..... YOU..JUST!?!?! SO GOOD WRITING ???? Anyways– eghm... So what I was going to explain right now was how, you mentioned in one of youre post, Albert as a Boyfriend and that he wouldnt like someone who cant keep Hygiene. So I thought that, imagen, reader falling into depression (for whatever reason) and stopped keeping themself clean because of the lack of energy. They stopped showering, brushing theyre teeth etc.. and he started to feel grossed out by them. Not by choice ofcourse. He really doesnt want to feel that way, he loves them with his whole heart and soul. But he cant stand this anymore. He dont want to kiss them or sleep next to them in bed. So he tries to do the right thing and breaks up. He explains to them how he still loves them but cant stay with them any longer if they can't even brush their teeth . He doesnt want to hurt them much more and hopes that they can find help and get better. only to see them 2 days later lying in a cuddle of their own blood. He tries to crush to them, regretting every decision he has made earlier– just like Louis in that one hc. He doesnt want them to die. To think that theyre gross, annoying, stupid, useless, anything but beautiful and extremely Important. But hes too late. Youre already dead. Or so he thought. Just for the doctor to tell him that they had immense luck and that its almost a mirracle how you survived. He's relieved and his knees give way beneath him. This burden and the pressure on his shoulders falls away, almost in tears he asks the worried doctor kneeling next to him if he can see you. You're awake but you try to turn around when you see his face only to be follow by a huge pain in youre body as you tried. He obviosly doesnt care and rushes to youre side. He feels really guilty and apolegises to you. You dont care, you tell him to go away and add ' You left because you felt uncomfortable by the lack of my hygien. That was okay. But dont come back to me and say you care when that was the reason you first left me.' He accepts this and goes home at first. But eventully comes back with flowers while youre asleep. He wants to show you he really did care and peels you some appels. When he held you in his arms, unconscious and bleeing like a dove shot by hunters, he realised how much he could have done to help you. He could have talked, and or showered with you. But instead he just choose to not face it. He won't make this mistake again. Even If you will hate HIM for the Rest of youre life. He will show how much he loves you till get sick of it and just forgive him. He doesnt ever wanna let go of youre Hand anymore. He has experinced the feeling of youre abscence once, and he surely would never want to expierince this another time. Because he's confident that he wouldnt live that over.

Hahaha sorry that was loooong. I would like to hear youre opinion. I Hope you Liked it!! ♥️♥️

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lovelovelovelovelove987654321 · 12 days

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One Year

A/N: Hey guys!!! Sorry its been ages and ages and ages since my last fic. Genuinely so sorry. Idk how I feel about this one and the next one I'm posting, so let me know what you think. I live off of comments, reblogs and likes btw!!! Also this is NOT BETAD. SORRY!!

Simon stands next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets. For a long while, neither of you says anything. After a few minutes, days, months, years, he breaks the silence with a mumbled "Remember when we got our first house?"

When you dont respond, he continues.

"You were so happy. I was so happy. We were young and in love and everything was good." He says 'we were in love' as if he ever fell out of love with you.

A deeply sad and bitter chuckle sounds from him.

"It was just a shitty flat. Not even safe to live in, probably. But it was ours." It was really yours, if he was being honest. Everything in his life was yours. But once he'd puttered about the place, tightening screws and greasing hinges, it felt like it could be a little bit his. Just a little.

He pauses, swallows, squeezes his eyes shut.

"I fucked you in every room of that house." His voice is hoarse, pained.

"We called it fucking because we wanted to be, I dunno, mature. Cool. But it was making love. Everything we did together was making love." His voice gets quieter and quieter before finally cracking.

"You got pregnant. It was the singular best moment of my life when you told me." He makes a choked sound, "A kid would have been lucky to have you as a mom. We would have been lucky to have a id. But luck was never on our side for long, was it?"

He shakes his head sharply, moves on.

"Remember when we bought our house? When we got married? When we went to the ocean for our honeymoon? I do. I remember every blissfully happy moment." He chuckles again, but this time its actually a slightly happy sound.

"Every time I looked at you I was struck dumb by how beautiful you were. How lucky I was to have you."

He snorts. "I say 'was' as if you ever got less beautiful."

"You always used to asked me if I was okay, if I was having flashbacks. But most of the time I was just stunned by how perfect you were."

He takes a deep breath, opens his eyes.

"Remember all our anniversaries? The flowers and the smiles and the photo albums and the extra kisses?"

He waits for a second, as if he expects you to say something. When you dont, he continues.

"I loved our anniversaries, but really they were just like any other day. We always loved each other. We would always go do things together."

His voice drops again like he's admitting something shameful.

"I dont know what to do with my days anymore."

He confesses. "I'm re-enlisting, I think. If they'll take me. Maybe as a training officer. Although I always did hate the rookies..."

He pauses, almost smiles.

"I remember whenever I came home complaining about them, you'd just give me a kiss on the forehead and say they 'just wanted to be me'." "I always told you that that was stupid, because why would anyone want to be me? I'm nothing."

"And you would always say 'you're mine' and then I had to agree: all the rookies probably did want t be me. Anyone would." The silence creeps back in, thick and suffocating. "I have too many things at home now."

He whispers. "Too many florals. I dont know what to do with 'em."

His voice is barely audible. "I miss you. I love you." He gently caresses your headstone and lets a few tears fall. Its been a year since you died, but he still visits you daily. After all, the both of you had promised to talk every day, even if you were mad at each other. Who was he to break that?

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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Everything I never told you

summary - your best friend eddie tells you something he really wishes he would have told you sooner | 900 words

warnings - so much angst, reader is in the hospital after taking eddies place in season 4

a/n - sad about ruining your hand? channel it into angst, im genuinely so sorry but i think it's some of my best writing in a bit

"Hey there Trouble," his fingers grazed over your cheek, and he swears he can see the slightest twitch in your eye, hope he wishes won't be empty. Falling down in the chair next to you, normally he would be afraid to wake you from your sleep, a fear quickly subsided.

"you know I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to even start talk to you like this," Eddies voice quivered as his hand latched onto yours tighter than before, his burning hot skin against your ice cold, a touch he used to be so familiar with now turned into something grotesque, ugly even.

"you're here, physically I can see you, I can touch you," he squeezed your hand at that comment, "but you, the you that I know isn't here, I can't see that little glint in your eye as you come up with our next prank, I can't hear your laugh as I make the same lame joke for the millionth time, the you that completes me isn't here," his voice shakes again, whatever sliver of control he had mustered up slipped away from the moment he saw you.

"and you know what, I can't help but blame myself for it, it's my fault, I should have stopped you I should have done something, I should have-" his voice breaks, the hand that isn't holding yours covers his mouth in an attempt to conceal the pain slipping through his mask.

He's shoulding himself again, a common occurrence for someone in this state, everything he knew he should have said. The things that slip through the cracks waiting for the perfect moment before re appearing. But there is no such thing as a perfect moment is there?

It's just the lie we tell ourselves when we are too afraid to say what we really want to say.

But if there ever was a perfect moment, Eddie was sure it couldn't be this.

Lidded eyes, pillows of prisine white bandages slowly turning pink, fanned out hair over threadbare hospital sheets.

Nothing can be heard, other than your deep machine made breaths mixing with his panicked shallow ones.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here, another thing I should have done. "But seeing you- seeing you here means it's real, it means nightmares I could not even dare to dream now stand at my doorstep taking the form of you."

His fingers lace with yours, your grip weak and feeble in his. He probably couldn't remember all the times you held hands, but he knew the feeling of your limp hand in his would haunt him for years to come.

"Lots of people have been though, you would laugh if you knew how many bouquets of flowers that line this room, or the amount of stuffed animals," he takes a second to look around the room before continuing "You're so loved, so loved, no one more than me."

"I wasn't sure what to bring you, you'd hate flowers, make a comment about how they'd wilt before you even got a chance to see them. But it wont shock you to know, Wayne figured it out in the end," he paused, using his free hand to pull something from his bag and placing it in a free spot on the table beside you.

A mug.

Blue with flowers.

The one Wayne bought for you after he realized he considered you family.

It was perfect.

"Yeah it's pretty damn good don't you think, beats all the teddy bears bought at the gift shop if you ask me," he was still holding your hand, terrified of letting you go because he didn't know if he would be able to grab a hold of you again only to be met with no response.

"It's my fault-" he repeats again, "it's my fault you're-" dying, he wants to say it, the word stays deathly silent but they might as well be the loudest thing in the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all I did, for all I didn't do, for everything I never told you, for all of it I'm so sorry,"

Did you even know what was happening? He had no choice but to believe you did.

"It's ok if you can't fight anymore, it's ok to rest, I just need you to know the last thing I should have done, I should have told you I love you,"

"Not like I do every day, I am in love with you and that is all that I need you to know. The way you never give up on me, the way you talk to Wayne, the way you make me feel when you look at me as if I'm the only other person you share this world with, I'm in love with all of it." Tears had long ago formed in his eyes while he struggled to choke out the words he wishes for you to know.

"I won't bother you for long, I'll let you rest now," Eddie stood up, pressing his lips to your forehead, letting himself linger for more than he should.

"I love you," he whisperes softly against your skin, before finally dropping your hand back into the tussled bedsheets beneath.

thank you for reading <3 comments and reblogs are very appreciated!!

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lovelaughsimp · 3 months

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ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ? ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ? ☕︎

Tags:

bad mental health, low confidence, mention of suicide,sweet Gojo, Gojo being supportive,crying, comfort

Pairing:

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary:

Your exam is drawing near and your mental health is deteriorating, Your boyfriend noticed.

You had been ignoring him, your anxiety making you feel dissociate from everything. Horror filling your heart every few minutes, sadness and agony filling you whenever you think about the the negative outcome. Satoru could notice how your behaviour had shifted, from being your lovely self to something who was getting killed inside. Just like a flower– his precious flower, you were withering away. He wasn't dumb, even though he jokes alot, he knows. The way you were lost in thoughts, the way you were always biting your nails, the way you couldn't focus on what he was saying, the way you couldn't even eat anything, the way your mood would always shift, the way you couldn't even have a good hygiene, he noticed all that.

People think he's always joking, but even then he can notice, he noticed everything. Everything about you. You tried not to show your sadness—letting it eats you away from the inside, always taking all your burdens by yourself, always comforting other's but never getting comforted. Even if his six eyes were telling him that you are okay, his soul knows otherwise. "Princess, are you alright?" Satoru murmured softly, his hand grabbing your hand, looking lovingly at you. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" You smiled forcefully, even if your smile was wide his heart knew otherwise, he knew the twinkle in your eyes when you were genuinely laughing. He sighed, his hands drawing comforting circles on your fingers, "You know you don't have to hide your pain from me, I can see that you are hurting. So, tell me what's bothering you, my love?" He looked at you, seriously. He knew it was serious, the way you were losing your shine, the way his star was falling away. "' 'Toru it's really nothing, don't worry. It's not a big thing. Just me being moody I suppose." You laughed, looking at him trying to let him know that he need not worry, but how could he not when you are his life. "It is a big enough thing, if it's hurting you. If it's making you lose yourself, then it's a pretty serious thing. Everything that bothers you is a big thing, baby." he squeezed your hands lovingly, fingers tracing the tip of your fingers, as if urging you to tell what was bothering you— his beloved.

" 'Toru, I don't know. I j-just can't understand anything. It's making me feel so much, it's like my heart is always on fight and flight mode, I am always feeling anxious. Hell, I can't even sleep because I keep getting nightmares about it." you told him, you told him everything. Your eyes getting teary, a pained expression on your face. Satoru looked at you, his face bearing a sad expression, his heart was breaking up seeing his sun so sad. It's as if his sun is no longer shining. "Shhhh. Baby, I'm here. Tell me what's it about. I'll listen, I promise. I won't judge." His fingers reaching the underside of your eyes, touching your dark circles,"let it all out, sweetheart. It will help" his hands tracing your eye bags, his face still in sorrow."What have you done to yourself, baby. I promised to protect you, to hear you, to bear your sorrow on myself. I want to carry both your sorrows and happiness. How's that you are always comforting me, but never letting me do the same?it hurts to see you sad." His eyes gloomy, looking at you, your state, he wanted to hold you in every phase of your life. He wanted to make you feel happy.

A sob escaped your lips, looking down at your lap, your fingers fidgeting with each other, "My exam is coming but I can't focus on my studying, I can't do anything. Whenever I try to study, my heart starts beating like crazy, and when I don't study it still beats like crazy. I cannot focus on anything at all. Everything feels like a blurry vision, days are moving so fast. I have so much to learn, so much to do...and all these self doubts." Satoru was shocked, he knew your exam was coming and how much that exam mattered to you, but seeing this, that, that exam was hurting you so much, his heart felt heavy. He has never seen you so unhappy, his heart was breaking. How could his love be in so much pain and yet he didn't know? He felt guilty of not knowing before.

" hey, listen! I know you think it's too much for you, I know how much it hurts you, I know you feel like you are stuck in a cycle with no end. But trust me, you will get over it. You will." Satoru looked that you were hiding your face from him, looking downwards. "Hey, look at me sweetheart. " His fingers tucked under your chin, facing your face towards his eyes. His eyes looking like the sky, the sky you wanted to reach desperately from your pit of darkness. His gaze finding yours, as if trying to read your emotions. "Baby....my baby, why are you ruining yourself, my sweetheart. We will do this together. We will study together, should I stay with you and help you study, and it's just an exam how difficult it can be? I think you can slay the exam easily, exam should be scared of you not you baby, you are a demon slayer, you can go *slash slash* and win" Satoru tried to loosen by the environment, trying to act funny, to make you laugh.

"You do not understand Satoru, this exam means everything to me." You said bitterly, your emotions taking the best of you, making you be rude to him. He didn't mind, he knew you were mad, unhappy, stressed. His eyes teary from seeing you in so much pain. "I understand your everything, my love. I really do." He smiled, caressing your hair, his touch felt comforting, loving. For a second, you forgot about everything, eyes bursting in tears. He pulled you in a hug, his left hand caressing your back, while his right hand made way to back of your head, patting you. His hands cold, but yet you were feeling so warm. "Let it all out, baby. I'm here. Your 'toru is here. We will go to this together, your fights are not yours, but mine as well. Your pain is mine to share, mine to fight, mine to heal for. It all shall pass soon, my love. You will be alright." His words and hand comforting you, you were feeling loved. " 'Toru, I was so tensed, it felt so unbearing, it was to the point, I wanted to kill myself. The outcome scaring me, what if it doesn't work out? What if I'm not good enough? What if I am not made for this? What if I'm just a failure....what if you would leave me?" Your voice broke at the end, crying in his chest, letting all the sorrow flow in his shirt, as if your tears were reaching his heart. His eyes widened in shock,feeling a lump in his throat, his breathing hitched, you wanted to die? You wanted to end yourself? You, the person he loved the most in the world, the person he could follow everywhere, even to death wanted to kill yourself? The thought enough to make an unsettling sensation in his body, his arms visibly shaking around your body, his hug tightening, feeling nauseous at the thought of a world without you.

No, he needed to pull himself together, he needed to be strong for you. His hands pulled you back, looking into your eyes. "Look at me, baby. Please." He pleaded, his voice on the verge of shattering, he couldn't muster up any words, enough to make you feel heard. "Baby, you are going to study for it and you will succeed in it. I'll make sure of that. We will make sure of that. You are so smart, don't let your self-doubt tell you otherwise. You and I, we are literally the strongest together, you will win, baby. But even if, hypothetically speaking, even if, once in a million chance, you do not. We will try again. Okay? Cause you, my love, is so so strong, and hwo could you think, I would leave you for this reason? I could never leave you, baby. You are like a drug to me. Never even in my dreams I'll leave you. Don't you ever think about leaving me in this hell alone, baby. I promise I'll follow you everywhere, even death can't take us apart." He cupped your face, his lips kissing your tears away. His own eyes trying to hold the tears. He will do anything to make you feel happy. You will do it, he will make sure of that. He will do everything to protect you. He will do everything to make you feel loved.

Note: guys, I know alot of you are going through alot of difficult stuff in your life, even if everybody makes you feel that the thing that's bothering you is small, it is not. Your emotions are yours only and no one else can feel them. Don't you ever feel you are not loved, don't you ever belittle yourself. Even if you feel like you have noone by your side, you have God. You matter to him, your pain amd sufferings are his as well, he can feel for you, ask him and he will show you the path, that is why we have moon when darkness exist, a sign from nature that there will always be light, look for it. If you don't believe in God, then you have yourself. You shall be your own castle my love. Everything will pass and you will survive <3

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