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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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U2 & Bakugo?

You dropped this: 👑

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Leaving Isn’t Easy

Thanks, Soap Anon! You’re too much of a cutie pie. Love you tons, and thanks for the awesome prompt request!!! Bakugou is one of my favorite characters to write for! 🖤🤘

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Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (abuse), violence, hitting, face slapping, kicking, hair pulling, physical threats, knife threats, Katsuki is a sad boi, kidnapping, choking

Request: “The only way out of this house is death.”

Yandere Alphabet Prompt

Master List

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You’re fighting for your life, clawing at the arms of the hulking pro hero above you. Katsuki Bakugou chokes you with scarred and heavy hands, making you feel as though he’s about to crush your neck and kill you at the same time. Your legs go from thrashing and kicking wildly to twitching as your soul slowly slips from your body.

Just as the last of your life clings to you as if trying to hold on for just a little bit longer, he decides to let go. Bakugou gets up, kicking you so hard in the uterus you think you might be infertile now. He’d be doing you a favor, but still, it hurts so badly that you can’t help but vomit.

Gasping for air that you feel will never come to you, finally, you manage to suck in a deep breath. Wiping the bile from your lip, you look up at him with rivers in your eyes. Drops of rain cling to your lashes, rolling down your cheeks in despair.

Pointing an accusatory finger at you, he snarls in your face, “Don’t you fuckin’ look at me like that when you were the one who tried to leave! If I hadn’t caught you, who the fuck knows what could’ve happened to you, dumb bitch!”

“Bakugou…” you whisper with slight resistance in your voice as an arm clings to your hurting lower stomach. “It’s not too late to let me go home. I won’t tell anyone. We can act like this never happened.” You can’t help the cough slithering up your throat like a dry snake with rough scales.

His palm cracks down on your cheek, his other grabbing you by your hair, forcing you to look into dark rubies hidden by ash blonde hair.

“It’s Katsuki! This is the last time I’ll say it: This is your home now. Get that through your fucking head because the next time I have to say it, I’ll make you carve the words into your own arm with a dull knife.”

“Okay! Katsuki, I’m sorry!” You throw your hands up, a pleading gesture for mercy. You’re apologizing even though you did nothing wrong.

The sting in your cheek and your hair has you begging him for relief, screaming for him to let you go. He shoves you back, sending your head mere inches from banging against the hardwood floor. You stop yourself from hitting your skull in time, sending your arms out to catch yourself.

You watch, wearily, as he slides down the wall, letting his hands catch his head as he rakes fingers through his spiky hair.

“I don’t want to have to keep repeating myself. I love you. ‘M not letting you go, dumbass.” He grabs you by your ankle, reeling you in towards him.

It surprises you, and you grunt in pain as he collects you in his strong arms. He sits with his legs crossed, and he places you in his lap like a child holding a puppy.

If he’s trying to comfort you, it’s not working. You’re tired of crying. You no longer want to break out into tears because of this man, but he kicked you, slapped you, kidnapped you, and threatened you. This isn’t even the first time he has assaulted you. You feel like you should have built up some kind of immunity to his cruel treatment by now, but you react the same way every time. You’re scared of him, and it shows.

His voice grows rougher, deeper, sadder as he leans into your hair, placing his chin on your head. “I won’t lose you. I…can’t lose you. You’re mine, and you’re not going anywhere. You hear me? The only way out of this house is through death.”

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry styles x y/n

MASTERLIST | PATREON

collab with @teawithcyb0rgs 💖

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harrystyles Poppy Styles. 9/23/22

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harryfan2 EXCUSE ME WHAT?

ynfan5 i’m sobbing everywhere

yourinstagram we love you daddy!

harrystyles I love you three more, you guys are everything to me.

harryfan9 y/n is really living the life 😭

emmalouisecorrin I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH

ynfan4 vienna and nic got another sibling…i am not okay

annetwist so proud of you darling 🤍

harryfan7 the bassinet is so cute

pillowpersonpp YAYYYY!!!!!!!

ynfan10 the styles family is just so adorable

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yourinstagram my little girl! 🤱

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harryfan13 screaming, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall

ynfan16 y/n is such a good mother 😭

harrystyles I love you, my perfect mama.

yourinstagram don’t make me blush, h

harryfan11 she really has him wrapped around her finger 😫

florencepugh this is so cute! love you and your little family! 💞

ynfan12 poppy is so small 🥹

gemmastyles truly the best family ever

harryfan18 HER TINY OUTFIT IS THE CUTEST

harry_lambert i am really happy for you guys

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stylesupdates Y/N OUT IN LONDON YESTERDAY WITH POPPY!

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harryfan27 POPPY IS LITERALLY SO TINY

ynfan21 i am seriously getting baby fever…y/n count your days 😭

harryfan23 she’s god’s favorite

ynfan29 can the paparazzi leave her alone?

harryfan25 i just want to be y/n

ynfan22 right…she’s married to harry and has three kids with him 🙏

harryfan26 she’s obviously trying to hide from the paparazzi, let her be

ynfan30 my favorite styles

harryfan32 imagine being y/n…

ynfan34 she’s a new mother, please give her space

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gemmastyles Mr. Nic! 🕺

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harryfan31 he grew up so fast omg

ynfan33 the best nepotism baby yet 😌

yourinstagram my favorite styles boy

harrystyles Excuse me!

harryfan35 banging my head against the wall

mitchrowland the best company ever

ynfan37 everyone loves the styles kids 😭

alessandro_lambert one of the best children ever 🤍

harryfan34 the way nicholas probably looks like harry’s twin

harris_reed we love mr. nic!!!!!

ynfan39 this is so adorable 😫

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harryflorals HARRY WITH HIS DAUGHTER VIENNA TODAY!

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harryfan40 I’M SOBBING

ynfan43 harry really loves being a parent, you can tell 😭

harryfan46 my heart doesn’t know how to handle this

ynfan48 this is the most cutest thing i’ve ever seen

harryfan41 tears are streaming down my face

ynfan44 omg omg omg omg

harryfan47 @yourinstagram thank you so much for having his kids 🙏

ynfan49 you said what we were all thinking

harryfan51 harry and y/n are such good parents…i’m sobbing

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yourinstagram sweet moments with darling poppy

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ynfan50 this is so precious

harryfan54 imagine y/n styles being your mother…

harrystyles I love you two so much.

yourinstagram and we love you more 😊

ynfan56 i am so obsessed with them

pillowpersonpp the prettiest mama out there 💞

harryfan53 this is harry styles muse 😭

_basselin so cute mrs. styles!!!

ynfan59 i would marry her and write a bunch of albums about her too…

gemmastyles my very gorgeous sister in law 🤍

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harrystyles When I was working on my third album, this is what I came home to. I have the best children ever.

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harryfan60 STOP IT

ynfan63 why is this so cute…i’m literally dead 😫

yourinstagram nic is daddy’s best friend!

harrystyles He sure is!

harryfan65 nicholas is really a dad’s boy 😭

annetwist my two boys ❤️

ynfan68 his writing is so goddamn cute…i’m crying

paulithepsm harry, you are the best dad in the world!!!

harryfan61 the caption has me on the floor

harry_lambert nic really is the sweetest little boy ever

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hsdaily Unseen footage of Harry with Nicholas four years ago!

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harryfan66 DILF DILF DILF

ynfan69 i love everything about this 😭

harryfan67 y/n goes home to him…

ynfan70 i love dads 🤗

harryfan72 harry and nic really have been best friends since day one

ynfan74 DON’T MAKE ME CRY

harryfan76 HE’S SUCH AN AMAZING FATHER

ynfan78 the best duo ever

harryfan71 four years ago since dilfrry blessed the world with his presence 🙏

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ynharryupdates Y/N via her IG stories!

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ynfan77 she’s so active, i love it 🙏

harryfan79 Y/N HAS THE LIFE EVERYONE WANTS INCLUDING ME

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harryfan88 2018…when he became a father 😭

ynfan80 y/n and harry are definitely the coolest parents

harryfan83 “nic and daddy” 🥹

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gemmastyles Throwback to Vienna’s birthday where I caught this cute moment with Nic.

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ynfan81 OMG I’M SOBBING

harryfan85 vienna and nic remind me of gemma and harry 😭

yourinstagram my babies!!!

ynfan87 i love y/n so much

jefezof truly a underrated duo

harryfan90 the most adorable thing ever…is this post

harris_reed SUCH CUTIES 💖

ynfan92 gemma and harry vibes

emmalouisecorrin the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen in my life

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yourinstagram i think i’m officially a soccer mom?

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harryfan91 nic is in his soccer era 😌

ynfan93 HE’S LITERALLY A LITTLE MINIATURE HARRY

harrystyles Definitely a soccer mom.

yourinstagram that makes you a soccer dad

harryfan95 nicholas release medicine!

annetwist my cute grandson 🤗

ynfan97 he grew up so fast 😭

florencepugh so sweet, i miss you guys!

harryfan94 the styles family is so cute omg

pillowpersonpp i love mr. nic 💖

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jocelynscrazyideas · 24 days

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Champagne problems | Dawson Mercer x Fem Reader

Summary: Dawson and Harper(you) get in a heated argument, but you have a past in being left alone. Dawson makes it up to by dancing in the kitchen at night, and it ends up leading to something else.

Warnings: makeup s*x, unprotected, crying, language, not proof read

PLS NOTE: I don’t think Dawson Mercer would ever LIKE EVER make someone feel this way (and idk why he would get angry abt this but he did so yuhh)

I got kinda lazy towards the end- sorry in advance🫶

You book the night train for a reason

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME HARPER!” Dawson yells out from our room. I hear his Newfie accent pop out. I think it’s so cute. Then. I hear pound stomps from upstairs in our home. He comes running down the stairs. He turns to face me as he scurries over at me.

Dawson throws my phone that was once in my hand and now is on the other side of the white couch, which I was comfortable sitting on. He never screams at me. I’m scared.

I’m scared.

I run for our dog, Mila. I grab our black lab and pick her up. Mila holds onto me as I run up the stairs with her. I don’t care about my phone, I need to lock myself away. I don’t even know what I did. But I’m is I’m terrified.

I dropped your hand while dancing

I run into the bathroom without a word said. I hear soft foot steps walking towards the bathroom. It’s not just a bathroom, it’s the place where we would take baths together, or when I get to drunk and he would hold my hair back when I throw up, or when he would get sick and I would shower with him.

This isn’t a home, not right now atelast. It’s a madhouse.

I’m not ready. It’s been a strong 2 years together, we have never been through a big fight where I felt I was threatened. I’m so scared I hold on to Mila, I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“please, Harper, open up. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that. But I’m upset, you pulled out like $200 out if the shared account.” Dawson has a good point to be mad at me. But he has to understand that it’s for bills. I just bought the house, it’s under my name.

“I’m sorry.” I say, and there I go. A tear is shed. Not only one, but it turns into many. I’m now bawling my eyes out. He bangs on the door. I know he’ll get mad if I don’t open the door, but I’m not ready to see him, because I truly feel guilty, but I cannot pay for the bills and in general everything on my own.

“I’m not mad anymore, I’m going to be upset if you don’t open the door baby. Are you hungry?” Dawson says in absolute despair.

My stomach dropped about 12 minutes ago, and I still can’t seem to grab it and put it back in place, my heart is doing somersaults- in a terrible way, not in a lovestruck way, more of a numbing pain. My head is pounding. I hear birds chriping through the bathroom window. I unlock the door taht im sitting against. I let Mila walk out, and I grab air. Then I walk into our bedroom. I open windows.

Love slipped beyond your reaches

And I couldn’t give a reason

Champagne problems.

I change into Dawson’s boxers, they have SpongeBob patterns on them, I picked it out. I throw on my sleep shirt. I tie my hair into a messy high bun, I let my neck hit the cold outside breeze. It’s offseason, Dawson and I are getting ready to travel back to his family’s home in a week. Right now, I’m not sure if I wnat to go.

I hear sizzling from the kitchen downstairs. And the smell of cheese, and toast. Is it Grilled cheese?

“BUBBA?!” Dawson yells out for me.

He walks up the steps with a green plate, and he steps into our room, he sees me against our bedroom wall that faces the entrance of the room. The window is above me, he come towards me. Grabs the grilled cheese and splits it.

“Did you know you look gorgeous.” Dawson says, not in a question format, but more of a statement. He opens my mouth and wipes the tear that had fell from my eye. He sticks the grilled cheese into my mouth and he looks at me, and smiles. I see his toothless corny smile. I love him.

“Come here. Baby I didn’t mean to get at you like that.” He says as he grips onto his blue t-shirt and wipes my mascara away.

“it’s my fault.” I say. I don’t want him to leave me.

We finish eating as he explains how it’s okay to take out money,but he should be able to pay, not that I should sneak the payment. He grabs my hand and he takes the plate that he placed the delicious grilled cheese on and placed it into the clean sink. He turns me around and he’s sits me on the cold counter.

“You look sexy.” He says and again, I hear his newfie accent pop out. I’m head over heels for him.

“In SpongeBob boxers?” I say sarcastically and I laugh away my sadness.

“Yes. Anything that you’re in, makes you extra sexy. And..” he says as he trails off as he nibbles at my neck. He kissed my index finger and trailed up to my left ear. I can feel his stubble.

He pushed up against me, and he kissed me. He then picked me up from the counter and twirled me down to the floor. And he continued to French kiss me. He tugs at my waist as he he tucks his head onto my neck. He’s 6”0 body leans into my 5”2 figure.

“I love you.” He whispers into my ear as he sucks into me, I’m sure there is a big bruise awaiting to be seen by his fellow teammates at holding tomorrow. Dawson is missing a tooth, but he’s still really good at giving hickeys. He starts to sway. Ironically, he starts to humthe words of champagne problems. He’s such a girl dad- not yet.

We dance in the kitchen for like an hour as we just talk. The beautiful daylight blue sky turned into a black sky lit by stars. He grabs me and sits me down on the couch that we met at earlier today.

Mila has her own bed in our bedroom, but for today she sat in her own room that she has in the main level right next to the kitchen. Dawson locks Mila in her bedroom and he sets her asleep with her night time water. He grabs me and carry’s me up the stairs. It’s like we are re-living our day.

He pushed me down the bed. He has one hand on my mid torso. And he slides his hand up, up toward my cleavage. He takes a hold of his SpongeBob boxers and slides them off. He smoothly takes my shirt off. He apply little pressure on my shoulders, an my bra is off my chest. He looks at my breast like it’s the first pair he’s ever seen. His face lits up in an eager smile. And once again I see his toothless expression. He takes my nipple into his fingers and twist them.

My breast is really tender from crying earlier today so I let out a little wince. Dawson looks down at me ready to study every little mark I have on me. He takes his shirt off. In a swft motion his shorts are also off. I see his face black boxers, but it’s accompanied by a large tent in the middle of his legs. He’s getting off by me in pain. Wierd kink.

“Daws.” I say, I’m letting him know I’m ready to take him. Dawson holds my hands up above my head and he opens his boxers, I can’t stop thinking off how that’s where he opens his pants to pee, but I take him in my mouth and he’s steady leaking everywhere.

I lick the tip of him and he screams in excitement.

He’s so easy.

He lets out a sigh as he finished inside my mouth, not letting me do any work.

“Okay pillow princess, show me how it’s done.” Dawson says as he flips me on top of him and we roll over to the other side of the bed. He lays down and he pulls off his boxers. He’s bare, I’m bare. I touch myself as I stand on top of him. I look down at him as I decide to squat down. I look at his face, he’s ready to be please, but I just took him inside of my mouth. I swalllow, but I forget… can he?

So I take his jaw in my hand and I tell him to open his mouth, he does so. He is expecting a kiss. But for me, I wnat to make him cum first. So I straddle his face, and I take his hard friend, into my mouth, once again.

Im laying on top off him, he has my clit on his mouth, and I have his dick into my throat. He’s tasty, very salty. He locks me out, and I feel like I need to piss everywhere. So I focus on my job. I need to make him cum. He goes faster on his tounge, he lifts his hips up to my face, he’s about to fall out of his momentum. He thrusts into my throat. And again, and again, he thrusts. He lets out a groan, and he starts to stick his large fingers into my hole. He sucks and fingers at my bottom half.

He’s going to play dirty, so am I. So I grab his large balls and start to rub. He starts to slap my ass, and he runs up and down my waist line. I grab his leg, and he thrusts into my mouth again, he lets out an exasperated groan, he drops his bridge down, and he slides me over.

He arrived, and I haven’t. Maybe I am better.

“No, I know what you’re thinking, you aren’t better than I am.” Dawson says as he walks over to grab a condom.

“No, I like it raw.” I say as I get up from feeling like peeing.

“Easier on me then.” Dawson says as he lifts me up and I wrap around his figure. My boobs are pressed up against his abs, my nipples are sticking straight into him. He lays me down gently as he sticks a finger inside of me. He licks his finger clean.

“You’re still pretty wet for me.” He says, “but I haven’t cummed yet.” I said, impatiently.

I push his anatomy onto me. His cock is pushed up against his abdomen. He kisses me and he did infancy swallow.

He leans back up from our special kiss, and he licks his hand, and pump onto his cock once. He grasps onto my thigh, he spreads my legs apart.

“DAWSON!” I scream out in enjoyment. I’m exhilarated. His shaft ponds into my hips. My pelvis is now perked up into his hands. I need more, but I cannot fit much more. He has so many inches inside of me,I feel like I might puncture ny uterus.

“He shushed me and started to bounce. He thrusted about 4 times before I begged him to stop. And I cimmed right there. He grabbed a tissue that sat on our nightstands, specifically for this reason.

“Okay baby. You wanna shower, or do you want to wait until tomorrow morning?” Dawson says and he always knows the answer. He made sure I wa clean and the bed sheets weren’t wet and sticky for our semen.

He wraps his legs around me, I’m little spoon, and he’s big spoon. We are skin to skin. And I feel safe in his arms as he kissed me goodnight. And I feel ready to see his family on our trip next week. And I’m glad that his friends will see my “burn mark” I got. Which we all know that Dawson took his kisses to strong and he bit and sucked on my neck to leave territory marks.

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a-casual-kpopfan · 1 year

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Rain, Rain, Go Away - Haseul Ft. Jinsoul

It was dark night, clouds surrounding what felt like only around the home. The strong pitter patters of the rain droplets impact the window, the howls of strong winds can be heard from with in the home. With the sound of a storm, a loud bang is heard from the thunder, a bang so loud, waking up a certain red panda from her bed.

“Oh… Stupid storm…”

Haseul turns over in the large bed, seeing your side is completely empty. “Babe?” Haseul sits up, terrified that you’re not in bed. Your slippers aren’t at the side of the bed, the pillows don’t have any dents or signs that you even laid down. “BABE?” Haseul throws the comforter off her body, slipper her feet in slippers, almost running off the bed.

“Babe?! This isn’t funny!” Haseul walks out the bedroom, scared, anxious while grabbing her phone to use as a flashlight. The whole home is dark, asides from the sounds of the storm outside, the house is complete silent. Just the white sound of the clocks ticking in the home due to Haseul’s thing for collecting old style trinkets.

“I see why he doesn’t like the clocks now…” Haseul slowly passes by a ticking clock on the kitchen counter.

BANG

A loud crash can be heard outside, a loud thunderclap startling Haseul, screaming like a ghost laid their hand on her shoulder which caused her to drop her phone on the floor. Haseul is squatted down on the ground, covering her head, bracing for potential impact. After a minute of silence other than the rain and ticking, Haseul realized no one is going to bonk her on the head.

“Damn it…” Haseul stands up and picks up her phone from the ground.

1:08 AM.

“It’s late, where could he be?” She stares at her phone then brings it up to shine the light forward but shines at a photo of both you and Haseul. She slowly walked up to the photo and picked it up, she can remember that day like it just happened. The beaches of Jeju Island, the smell of the salty beach water, the sounds of seagulls squawking in the background.

“May the lovely couple say cheese!” The resort worker gets a camera out preparing to take a photo of you and Haseul. Instead of a regular smile, Haseul wraps both her arms around your neck pulling you in to kiss you on the cheek while your face is completely surprised.

Haseul smiles at the memory, it was the first vacation the two of you took alone. She takes a deep breath before putting the photo back on the shelf where she picked it up from.

Kerchunk.

A key turning the front door’s lock can be heard, Haseul picked up a bat that’s leaning against the wall, turning off her phone and getting ready to swing. The door opens and a dark figure walk in, Haseul lunging in and screaming “NOT TODAY YOU BASTARD!”

“BABE?!” You watch your girlfriend prepared to take a hard swing at you, thankfully you ducked instead of being frozen, but it led to a newfound hole in the wall… With a baseball bat sticking out of it. “Haseul?!” You stayed on the floor in shock to your stressed-out girlfriend ready to behead you.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry!” Haseul drops to her knees, shocked from who she almost potentially decapitated. “The storm! You weren’t here! The dark! I’m sorry!” In classic Haseul fashion, she starts rambling on about the last half hour, begins to cry like a little baby, well… Your little baby.

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, I’m here now.” You take your wet coat off and move next to Haseul taking her in for a hug. Haseul went from crying to straight up weeping. “DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE THAT!” Your crying girlfriend starts hitting you ever so slightly while you just sit there and take the hits.

Although you couldn’t help but smile.

After a while of trying to get Haseul to calm down, taking the bat out of the wall, and changing out of your drenched clothes, you finally get in bed.

The storm settled down. Real silence has come across your home, you lay down in your spot in bed while Haseul is sitting up scrolling through her phone, assuming to be Tiktok or Instagram. “Honey, come lay down with me.” You tug on Haseul’s shirt, but she ignores it as she’s upset with you for not coming home sooner or leaving any messages.

“Babe?”

“…”

“Honey?”

“…”

“Haseul?”

You took a deep breath and sighed; you knew you had to do it. Moving from your laying position, you sit up and wrap both your arms around Haseul’s waist, resting your head on her shoulder as your breath tickles her neck ever so slightly. Haseul’s straight face starts to break into a small smile as she loves it when you hug her from behind.

Haseul continues to scroll through her phone trying to ignore your presence, but you hold on to her tighter and started rubbing you nose into neck, tickling her even more. Haseul couldn’t resist anymore, she puts her phone down, turns and smiles. “Fine, you got me!” Haseul proceeds to wrap her arms around your neck and begins to assault you with kisses all over your face.

The both of you go down on the bed with Haseul now on top of you, the kisses turn into cuddling, cuddling turn into snuggling. “Try not to swing the bat every time someone goes through the door.” You continue making fun of Haseul for nearly beheading you earlier tonight, Haseul digs her face into your chest trying to hide from embarrassment.

“I told you! I was scared!” Haseul kicked her feet up in the air and started whining as her yell is muffled in your chest. “I know babe, I know.” You chuckle with a smile on your face, you then go on to stroke Haseul’s long brown hair, easing her to sleep. “Mmm, I like that babe.” Haseul is finally relaxed, being in your arms, laying bed with you.

She wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Goodnight Seulie, I love you.”

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The chirps of birds can be heard loud and clear, droplets of water fall off the leaves of a tree standing next to the home. The sunshine gleams around the tree’s branches and leaves, birds flying off here, flying in there. The storm has long gone past, leaving a beautiful morning behind.

Haseul then wakes up in her normal side on the bed, slowly opening her eyes. She sits up slowly then stretches her arms out, letting out a loud sigh. After a nice stretch, Haseul looks over to your side of the bed. All clean, untouched, as if no one was laying down with her last night. “Another night, eh?” Haseul feels your pillow with a little smile before getting out of the bed and getting herself ready for the day.

The house was empty, just filled with photo frames and your favourite baseball bat. Haseul comes out from the bedroom dressed and ready to go out for the day, before doing so she goes to her desk and opens a notebook.

After spending a minute writing an entry into the notebook, she then goes on to grab her jacket that’s hanging on the wall next to the door, noticing that there’s no hole in the wall. Haseul smiles as she feels the wall with her palm, it’s like new, like as if it’s never been smashed in.

Haseul puts her jacket and boots on, opening the door and looking back in her apartment before leaving.

“I’ll be back, babe.”

Haseul left her apartment, greeting people in her community as she’s lived in the area for the last few months, with you and her just moving in recently. “Good morning Haseulie!” The flower vender by the building whom both you and Haseul has visited often over the time. “Good morning auntie Hazel!” An elderly woman tending to the flower displays outside the store greets Haseul as she enters the store.

“Off visiting?” Auntie asks Haseul as she’s taking a look at what today’s selection holds. “Yes unnie, I’m going to go see him today before seeing Jinsolie today.” Haseul finds a bunch of white tulips resting in a large bucket with water. “Unnie, can I get a batch of these?” Haseul points over to the tulips, where auntie walks over and grabs a few to wrap up.

“You’re a good girl Haseulie, I’m sure he loves you so much.” Auntie mentions as she wraps the flowers in wrapping paper. “Thank you unnie, I’m sure he would love to visit if he had the time.” Haseul smiled at auntie who is happily finishing the wrapping for the flowers. “Here you go Haseulie, don’t worry about it today. A gift from me to the lovely couple.”

Auntie hands over the flowers to Haseul, not taking “no” as answer. “Thank you unnie.” Haseul bids goodbye shortly after a small conversation.

The brown-haired songstress decided to take a walk to her destination today instead of taking her car, she deemed today’s weather to be perfectly breezy with consideration that it rained like hell just last night.

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Haseul arrives at the front gate of the property and seeing the back of a very familiar raven character.

“How did you know I would be here?”

The woman in a black blazer and skirt, wearing high boots turns around hearing the voice of Haseul. “Because of the thunderstorm Haseulie, I know you always visit.” Jinsol says with attitude and a stare, quickly turns into a smile and goes on to hug Haseul. “I always want to be here for support.”

The two friends walk through the entrance of property, a cemetery ground. Jinsol looked around the grounds and sees a few couples and families coming by to pay their respects to their loved ones, just as Haseul is today.

Jinsol looks ahead where the gravestone is set but she sees someone in front of the stone. “Hey isn’t that…?” Haseul started running away from Jinsol, the closer she got to the grave, the more familiar the figure would be.

“YAH PABO!”

Haseul yells out, causing a little bit of a scene making Jinsol cringe as some bystanders are starting to stare.

“YEAH PARK MIN-JOON!”

Your head suddenly shoots up from a praying position to see Haseul marching towards you, to your surprise as you weren’t expecting to see Haseul here so early. “Hi babe?~” Your voice was little shaky seeing a possibly fuming girlfriend?

“Why didn’t you wake me up!?” Haseul puffs her cheeks up while she stomps like a child, while you stand in front of her and chuckle. You pat the top of her head while she’s puffing her cheeks out “You were sleeping so peacefully; I would have hated to wake up you.” Jinsol comes walking up rolling her eyes at the smitten couple.

“Jinsol.” You greet Jinsol after seeing how unamused she is, acting as the third wheel. “Where’s Daewon?” At that moment you realized you poked the wrong button. “Bastard’s shooting with Jiwoo right now.” Jinsol mentions under her breathe, you start to get nervous seeing that Jinsol seems a little irritated with the question.

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After spending some time at the cemetery, you decided to drive Jinsol and Haseul over to the Modhaus building before going back to the library for your shift. “How’s things with Daewon lately?” Jinsol in the backseat definitely looks very unamused, Haseul doesn’t think anything of it as Jinsol and Daewon have been rocky since the group came back from tour in September.

“Why don’t you ask the bastard yourself.” Jinsol speaks with attitude, surprising both you and Haseul. “Is something wrong Sol?” Haseul asks while looking back at the angry little betta. “The bastard is too busy to see me, can’t even come for lunch or even visit the dorm. Idiot.” Jinsol starts ranting to herself, she’s so focused on her thoughts, completely ignoring that she’s in the car with the both of you.

“You know you and Dae can always get back together.” And at that moment, something snapped.

“I DON’T WANT TO GET BACK WITH HIM.” Jinsol explodes in the backseat, both you and Haseul shut up and just stare straight on the road. “Who cares that he spends so much time with Jiwoo. Jiwoo this, Jiwoo that. HMPH.”

Haseul has never seen Jinsol this livid before, neither have you.

The car ride has continued in silence before arriving at the Modhaus building. “Hey Sol, I’ll meet you inside, okay?” Haseul lets Jinsol go ahead first, which the Blue Betta just shrugs off since she thinks Haseul just wants to kiss you “goodbye” before leaving.

Both Haseul and you look out the window to see Jinsol walking in the building to make sure she doesn’t have sight of both you.

“We need a plan.”

Haseul just smiles at you.

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Think of this as a teaser for Season 2 of the MoonVerse, a prolouge if you wish. - CKF

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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I feel like Santiago Garcia barely gets any fluff content. Prompt 24. “oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.” Would be so pleasant with him, please with a cherry on top!

Here With You (Santiago Garcia x reader)

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A/N: You’re so right for this, yes we need more Santi fluff <3 Thanks for the ask, sweet nonnie!

Word count: 714 words

Warnings: A little bit of parental angst (you know the usual)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You storm into your shared apartment, throwing the door open and letting it hit the wall with a bang. You were fuming, angry at the way the lunch with your mother went. You knew it was going to be like this, full of arguments, disagreements and just plain insulting. You have brought yourself up over the past few years, indirectly cutting yourself off from your parents and never relying on them ever since you entered university.

You decided to give it a chance a few weeks ago, when your mother finally contacted you, asking to see you. You craved simple love, the love that your parents would most definitely provide you if they chose to try. You had made sure that the lunch would go perfectly, booking the best restaurants and making sure that her dietary needs were satisfied, but most importantly, you made sure you were on your best behaviour.

But no matter how hard you tried, your mother always got on your nerves, lighting every single one of them on fire and you began to argue with her. You got up, paid the bill and left, your head hot with all of the thoughts you had meant to say to your mother. Now, you were home and you wanted to scream and kick everything that came across you. Before you tried to do anything, a blurry figure ran out of the kitchen, clutching a wooden spoon in one hand and a pot in the other, wearing your eggplant designed apron.

“What the hell?! Is everything okay?” Santiago Garcia lowered his makeshift weapons and stared at you incredulously.

“Shit, I’m so sorry Santi, didn’t mean to burst in like that.” you said, your anger quickly turning into guilt.

Ex military Santiago Garcia didn’t like loud noises and you felt like an idiot, not remembering your roommate and his very real PTSD.

“You didn’t answer my question, are you okay?” he asked again, inching closer to you, his voice softer this time.

In that moment, everything came crashing down on you and you ran into Santi’s arms. You hugged him tightly and started to sob, every cell in your body breaking down from the strain that is your parents. You felt Santi pull the both of you down with his body frame, setting the cooking utensils aside and pulling you into his lap properly, letting you sob into his chest as you mumbled garbage that you thought was coherent.

“It's okay, dulce niña, let it out, you’re okay, you’re here now and I’m here with you.” Santiago whispered through your sobs as you shook against his hard body.

He caressed your hair and rocked you, lulling you into a soothed state, leaving you only with hiccups after he had dried your tears with the edge of the eggplant apron he was wearing. You emerged from his chest a few minutes later, once you had fully calmed down, rubbing your nose with your sweater sleeve. You came face to face with Santiago’s worried eyes and you gave him a small smile, indicating that you were feeling a lot better.

You looked down and your eyes caught the huge wet patch on Santi’s shirt that had formed from your crying session.

“Oh, god, Santi, your shirt! I’m so sorry.” you said, trying to rub at the wet patch with your sleeves but to no avail.

Santiago caught your arms with a chuckle.

“That’s alright, dulce niña, I was planning to throw this shirt out anyway.” he said with a grin.

You nodded before realising that he was messing with you.

“You dick!” you punch him affectionately before throwing your arms around his neck again.

“Thanks, Santi.” you mumble into his shoulder.

“You do know that if you need to talk, I’m always here right?” he whispers back, making your heart swell with happiness.

“I know, and I love you for that.” you say, bringing your face slightly forward and kissing his cheek.

“I know you’re judging my cooking, I made spaghetti and you’re not having any.” He said, before deploying a tickle attack, making you squeal and scream, desperate to get away from his claws.

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 4 months

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What would a kidnapping look like if Quaritch managed to kidnap Spider when he was, let's say, 12 years old? (In this version, Spider would go to the Sullys as a 12-year-old and he would already be in all the foster families like in the original Cabin, he would just change them more often)

Sorry this took me so long! I needed to think about it a while and then I got caught up with things. Honestly I love this idea. I really enjoy au’s where Spider is aged down so thinking about this concept is fun for me. And honestly I think this au would be funny in a dark humor kind of way until it just get straight up dark. Because Quaritch would see his tiny 12 year old who’s still at least a year from hitting his growth spirt and think “I can handle that no problem,” completely oblivious to the fact that preteens are monsters. (At least in my experience they are. When I was in middle school we were all terrible to each other then we got to high school and everyone calmed down)

So he’d take Spider to the cabin and just lock the front door and bar the windows because what kind of damage could a 12 year old do? So much actually. Spider tosses plates of food across the room like a frisbee, he breaks things, he climbs on the furniture, hissing down at his father like an animal. Quaritch tries to wrangle his wild child, chasing the boy around the house. His son is clever and quick making him really good at avoiding him. If you’re ever had to chase around a pet that has something in their mouth, it’s basically that kind of back and forth. Eventually Quaritch will catch him, and hold his son on his lap to try to get him to eat, or do his school work, or just simply sit calmly with his father for a little bit. Spider never puts up with any of it, squirming to get out of Quaritch’s hold until he either wiggles free or Quaritch gives up.

After a few weeks of this Quaritch would be fed up. Obviously the Sully’s influence had made his son too wild. And if you want to tame something wild you have to break it. So one morning Spider wakes up and goes to open his bedroom door only to find it locked. He bangs on the door, screams his head off, throws things. Even after hours Quaritch never comes. Then he gets quiet pacing his room like a caged tiger. When he tires from that he huddles in the corner of his destroyed room and fights to not cry. All he wants is to go home. To be away from this monster.

It’s not until the next morning when his father softly rapts on his door and asks, “how you doin’ in there Junior.” Spider angrily throws himself at the door screaming ever curse word under the sun . On the other side of the wall Quaritch shrugs, “alright then.” And with that he leaves for another day. By the night time Spider is sobbing and he doesn’t care. He’s so hungry his stomach feels likes it’s eating itself and his mouth is dry as sandpaper. The walls feel like they’re closing in on him and everything is so quiet it’s maddening. When Quaritch returns once again the next morning asking “how y’a doing,” in a small watery voice Spider asks, “can I come out.”

Quaritch smiles. “What do you say first?”

“Please” the little boy says desperately

“And?”

He thinks for a moment then, “I’m sorry.” Spider feels disgusted with himself.

The door opens. His father towers over him from the entryway. Then he holds his arms out wide, “come here.” Spider hesitates not wanting his father anywhere near him. But he wants out of this room more. Slowly he walks into his father’s arms and hugs him tight. His father pats him on the back then leads him into the kitchen where breakfast is waiting.

After that any time Spider rebels against Quaritch he’s threatened with “time out”. And he does end up in “time out” quite a few more times to the point where after a few months Quaritch just has to mention “time out” for Spider to get quiet, his eyes filling with tears.

When Spider’s being good in his father’s eyes he’s rewarded. He’s praised and complemented. He gets extra dessert. He even gets to go outside to play as long as he stays where his father can see him. Slowly the “good” starts to out weight the “bad” as little Miles starts to settle in.

So yeah it’s basically a “gentil” version of what happens in Cabin. Anyway thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoyed 💙

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maxipad · 4 months

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I’ve lost the adapter for my Apple pen and it’s dead, I’m gonna scream cry and throw up

I have £6 ($5.60) in my bank account until pay day - head banging against a wall rn

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rashomonss · 1 year

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I just wanted to try to put my appreciation for you and your writing into words as best as I can.

I am a lover of angst and have been for a long while. Your writing just makes me so happy despite the irony of it being angst. Every time I see the “rashomonss mentioned you in a post” notification, I feel a rush of excitement awaiting what you have in store for us readers. I try to show my appreciation by rebloging (quite a bit) because I feel that is one of the few ways I as a reader can try to encapsulate my enjoyment of your writing. But it has gotten to the point where I feel mere likes and reblogs are not enough to show my appreciation. And I make me somewhat sad how underrated you are and how more often then not, I am just one out of a handful to actually reblog your posts. I am grateful I am able to follow along the journey of the “A Human’s Wrath” series as each part gets added. And I hope you can properly take care of yourself and know that out in this vast and strange world, a real actually human being was genuinely affected by something you wrote. I cannot speak on behalf of my fellow readers but I just want you to know that I was genuinely affected by what you have written and that what you make is genuinely meaningful. I say this not to assume you think your work isn’t but to just let you know I wholeheartedly appreciate the work you put out into this world. So thank you, and I hope I was able to somewhat put into words how much I appreciate your work.

Sincerely, Thank You from the bottom of my heart.

crying, sobbing, weeping, screaming, throwing up, shaking, bawling, convulsing, banging my head against my bed (do you know any other synonyms for crying??)

I wanna say first off that this left me absolutely speechless, like i sat here for a good couple of minutes just staring at my wall crying, because omg?? I love you sm

words cannot describe how thankful I am for all the love, support, reblogs and everything you do.

Whenever I post an update I always feel so happy when everyone replies or reblogs with their own thoughts on the chapter or feelings they had about a certain part.

It always fills me with joy whenever I get an notification from you when you reblog my work. (I appreciate the spam so don’t worry) You and all of my readers, believe me I take the time to read all your comments and reblogs! And believe me when I say your support is appreciated and I don’t know how much I can ever thank you and all of my readers.

I know i always say “thank you sm for all the love and support” or something along those lines whenever i post a chapter, but i truly cannot put into words the thankfulness i have for each one of you that enjoys this story

I am truly so touched that this story has affected you in a meaningful way, because whenever I write I hope my work gives readers a chance to feel the emotion I put into it. So for you to be impacted like this is enough to make me cry.

This literally made me so happy I started sobbing (how many times have i said that by now), and yes your appreciation was worded so wonderfully I want to also thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly thank you.

also i promise I’m taking care of myself and what not! but please also take care of yourself as well, you and all of my beloved readers. I love all of you so very much! (>᎑<๑)/♡

now then let’s all continue the lovely journey of “A Humans Wrath” together.

until then…

with love, rashomonss ♡

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talia-rumlow · 1 year

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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fourtyfour

Rumlow’s pov

He stands in the door between the hall and the living room. Watching you, as you turn your back to him, and walk out the door. Slamming it shut behind you. He takes a deep breath, before finding another bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass.

He sits down on the couch. Dragging his hands through his hair. Before hiding his face in his hands. Elbows on his knees. He sighs.

You don’t cry, Brock! You don’t do that shit! YOU. DON’T. CRY! But he does….

FUCK!!

He screams at himself, at the situation, at his own words. «Not worth it!» Fuck, fuck, fuck. Banging his fists on the table. Now you ruined just EVERYTHING! Fuck you, Brock!

FUCK!!

He throws the table almost across the room. Glasses, mugs, magazines it all flies everywhere. Way to fucking go, Brock. The only woman you’ve loved, since your mother. And you fucking shattered her heart. Fucking idiot!

FUCK!!

He bangs his fist at the wall. You’re a fucking idiot, Brock! Why the FUCK did you do that? What the hell were you thinking? Fists against the wall, over and over, until the wall finally gives in.

FUCK!!

The dresser by the bathroom door is the next item to be thrown over the floor. Drawers falling out, stuff scattered all over. He doesn’t care. You lost her, Brock. There’s no coming back from this. Serves you right, fucking idiot!

FUCK!!!

In the bathroom, he plants another fist in the mirror. Of course it breaks, pieces of glass stuck in his knuckles. Another hit on the glass, glass buried even deeper. Bloodstains on the mirror now. When he sees them, it’s like a dam bursts inside of him. His legs can’t even carry him anymore. He sits down on the floor, back against the bathtub. Face in his hands, and then everything comes pouring out of him. Every feeling, every fear, every sleepless night, the pain, the agony, the grief, every tear he has held in for the last 38 years.

She could have saved you, Brock! She would have saved you! She would have given you a family, kids! She would have understood! She would have helped you, Brock! She would have! And what did you do? You crushed her. You deserve to feel miserable now, you deserve this. «Not worth it». Fuck you, Brock!

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YN pov

When you shut the door to your old apartment, you sink down to the floor. Tears uncontrollably falling from your eyes. He actually said that you weren’t worth it. Worth what? His time? His feelings? His dick? Probably all of it. You’re worth nothing. NOTHING! You were probably just a hole to put it in, because he needed it. Fuck! How is it possible to be so STUPID? How could you fall for the good guy side of him? Didn’t you learn anything from the relationship with David? Like he never put up a good guy act! Screw you, YN! Stupid! From now on, EVERYTHING is a red flag. Understand, YN?

The anger you feel, helps you to get up from the floor. You walk into your living room. You haven’t been in the apartment since it was broken into, and nothing have been cleaned up. The cut open couch cushions are still there. You stand still for a while. Look around. Then you remember how protective Brock was. How he instantly went into protective mode. How he cared for you that night. Is he thinking of you right now? Arrgh.. Forget it, YN. He said that you ment nothing to him. Let it go.

You can’t stay in the living room anymore. Instead you walk into your bedroom. It’s a mess. Everything you own is scattered all over the floor. Your mattress pushed halfway off the bed. You push it back in place, and lie down. Staring at the ceiling.

«I’m not done with you yet!»

«I’ll be more than happy to teach you… If you’ll let me, that is»

«I didn’t know you needed clothes to drink coffee. Or do you have some kind of special blend, that you need clothes to drink?»

«Well, so are you, and it worked out great without clothes last night»

«Don’t forget that you’re mine now»

Get him out of your head, YN. If you’re not worth it. Then he isn’t worth it ether.

«Say the word, and I’ll kill him»

«YN, are you OK?»

«I fucking love you»

Screw this! You walk into the kitchen, open the fridge. Please have something to drink, you think to yourself. Empty.. Fucking perfect. That was just what you needed. A trip to the liquor store. You just need a shower first.

When you walk into the bathroom, you gasp. It’s in total disarray. Tiles ripped off the wall, shower cubicle crushed into pieces. Same with the mirror. The sink looks like it was smashed with a sledge hammer. Well, you can forget the shower then, you think to yourself. Trying to stay calm. It’s not working out very good for you.

You don’t realise how much you’re shaking, until you sit down in your living room. You feel nauseous and cold. Alone and forgotten. Used. Scared. Stupid, YN! That’s what you are.

You knew how your apartment looked, at least to a certain point. But you haven’t been here for so long. And being safe in Rumlows arms, you didn’t think about it that much.

«Our place»

«I’ll find him, YN! I’ll find him, and I’ll kill him»

«You’re mine, and it’s my job to protect you»

«I’ve got you! I won’t let you go!»

His voice echoes in your head. You feel his touch, his kiss, you smell his perfume. What are you doing, YN? You love him. YOU. LOVE. HIM! Why did you leave? Why didn’t you ask him what he ment? Why didn’t you talk to him?

«You left work.. I was so worried!»

«Y…YN, what are you doing?»

«Can we please talk about this? That’s all I’m asking»

This isn’t right! You can’t do this! Sit here alone. You love him. He captivated you from the very first second. His eyes. The way he moves, the words he uses. How protective he is. You can’t lose him! Not now, not like this! You have to find out what happened, and why he acts this way. You have to know if you did something wrong, and if you did, how you can make it right again.

You pick up your phone. Please pick up.. Please.. You don’t have to wait long for an answer.

– Hi… It’s me… I… I’m sorry about before.. I know it’s kinda late.. But I just don’t want to be alone right now. Can I please talk to you?

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 1 year

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Listening to satellite and omfg this is literally marriagecounselor!Harry and y/n I’m actually screaming, crying, throwing up, banging my head against the wall

#WHAT THE RUCKKDHENE #I CANR DO THIS #IM FURJD #KMS SHEJE #NO #marriagecounselor!harry #HENESK

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ligayangdala · 2 years

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ep 9 soundtrack : love you goodbye - one direction

SCREAMING CRYING BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL THROWING UP 😭😭😭 parehas valid si jaem tsaka si y/n pati yung angEry episode ni kuya jeno ))): so bottomline, si ally talaga ang may kasalanan ng lahat (mej lang) ,, tangina closure pala binigay ni jaem tas magpopost ng old picture sa igs??? WHO DOES THAT???? PAPANSIN KA GIRL????? fuck u for breaking jaemin the way u did, poor kuya jaemin did not deserve that, no one does. and as much as i dislike u with passion, i won’t wish that shit to happen to u rin but . stay safe tho !

also omg go y/n mag-inarte ka lang sa europe for 6 months, girl. tas sana marealize mo pag-uwi mo ng pinas na omg sya pa rin pala SHEHDHDHS i have hope na u n kuya jaem will find the right timing talaga huhu para saan pa’t ilang beses kong pinaulit-ulit ang love, rosie para nde maniwala sa right timing kineso na ‘yan 😭 i also hope u thrive on ur internship !!!!!! AAAAAA also nakakarelate aq kc defense nalang din me ++ internship then grad ko na tas yung ka-sana ‘pag pwede na, pwede pa, ko is grad na rin and 1 yr ahead sa’kin like girl ,, am i u or smth ANYWAY mwa ingat sa europe, wag tangaH

for kuya jaem naman, ikaw din maginarte ka sa pinas if sto mo, pero i hope u work on urself and ur friendship with jeno ))): baby u need therapy to process stuff ally left u with )): lahams keta, 6 months lang yung internship ni y/n tas they’ll be back na, and i’m not saying 6 months is enough and a sure deadline for u to be the best pero i hope u can be better, for u n for y/n na rin. GAGI hindi pwedeng ‘di kau endgame or mananakal ako??? EME HSHDHSHA not really eme stay pogi or be more pogi ikaw bahala ror

not me talking to the characters like theyre my friends lmao admins, u broke me??!?? my therapist will hear about this HSHSHAHA jk. but sana happy happy lang tayo sa ep 10 yes po opo tyt lang din sa reqs n drabbles!!! u don’t owe us anything huhu if minamadali po kayo ng anons rudely, block niyo sila HSHSHSHAHA

as usual, thank youuu, admins!! sana happy n healthy kau always 🥹🫶🏼

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