sob this took so long and i love it


A/N: Request from anon. A lot of depression and angst here but I’d say it’s fluffy too. It worked well with that idea I had in mind, so without further ado… enjoy!

Words: 1662
Warnings: angst, depression

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What Dean Wants

Castiel was a gentle lover, to a fault really, clearly terrified of hurting Dean. He supposed it was hardly surprising, with the strength of an angel all it would take was one moment of carelessness and he could destroy Dean. After all, before Dean, Cas had never had sex while in possession of his grace. Dean bore it out for as long as he could, but soon he couldn’t take it. Every kind word and soft caress sent agonising shards of guilt radiating through him, far worse than anything he had experienced in hell. He didn’t deserve this, couldn’t.
“Cas?” Dean spoke into the sheets as Cas softly topped him from behind.
“Yes Dean?”
“Can we…” Dean trailed off, he couldn’t say it out loud, couldn’t vocalise something as personal as this.
“Can we what? What do you want?” Cas walked around the bed to where he lay, kneeling down so his face was level with Dean’s, concern creasing those beautiful features. Dean sat up slightly.
“I just… It just…” He couldn’t find the words.
Cas reached a hand out to stroke Dean’s cheek, no doubt feeling the tension in his jaw, seeing the fear of rejection in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Dean looked down, scared that Cas would read his thoughts, and be scared away. Cas leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Dean’s lips. “You know you can tell me anything.” He said quietly, eyes conveying the heartfelt conviction of his words, the honesty of an angel.
“You’re being…Too nice to me.” Dean looked directly at him with those last words. Too late to turn back now.
He could see confusion cloud Castiel’s expression, he wondered if the angel would even have the human knowledge to understand his meaning, then it cleared.
“I don’t have to be.”
With that, he slammed Dean back down on the mattress, holding him down with a firm hand pressed into the small of his back as he moved to straddle him. He thrust into Dean, hard enough for the headboard to crash against the wall.
Dean cried out. He felt Castiel falter for a moment, lessening the pressure on his back with the hint of a question. Dean nodded his head a fraction of an inch, and that was all the confirmation Cas needed. He resumed fucking Dean, each thrust somehow harder than the last, reaching depths Dean didn’t know he had.
Dean grabbed the sheets, fists curling around the material in an attempt to ground himself. Cas noticed his movements, then in a single smooth motion, pulled his arms away from the bedspread and pinned them to his lower back, effortlessly holding them there with one hand as the other grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved his face down hard into the mattress.
Dean shook as an orgasm was wrenched from his soul, his hips violently bucking beneath Castiel’s punishing weight. Castiel’s own orgasm following close behind.
Cas collapsed on top of Dean, releasing his hands and his hair as he did so. Dean just lay there as Cas planted tender kisses across his shoulders and the back of his neck. It was only when he moved up to kiss his cheek that Cas realised he was crying, tears streaming down his face and soaking the mattress below, his shoulders starting to shake from the silent sobs. Cas hurriedly rolled him onto his side, horrified that he had caused such pain in the man he loved so much.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The words rushed out, the panic increasing as Dean only seemed to cry harder, his sobs vocal now. “Dean I-”
“Thank you.” Dean spoke hoarsely, the tears not letting up despite his words. Cas was utterly confused.
“I can heal you if you’re hurt, let me-” he reached out a hand to heal whatever damage he had done, but Dean took hold of his wrist and gently moved it away.
“I’m not hurt Cas. I’m… I’m great. I just… I’d needed that for so long…” The tears that had begun to let up flowed down his cheeks once again. Dean turned his face away, feeling shame redden his face as his senses returned. Cas sat back down beside him, pulling him up with the lightest of touches, then brought his face to his and kissed the tears away. Dean leant into the angel’s touch and kissed him softly, slowly, and completely honestly.
“Thank you.” Cas murmured against his lips, his voice deep and emotional.
“What for?” Dean asked, feeling that he should be the one doing the thanking.
“For letting me see you, the real you.”
Dean responded with a deep kiss, not knowing the words to describe all that he felt in that moment, he didn’t need to. Castiel knew all he wanted to say. He let out a blissful sigh, and lay down to rest in the warmth of his angel’s arms, at complete peace for the first time.

Tired Of Being Alone


You didn’t notice anything at first. Initially, you had just thought that he was stressed or tired due to all of his hard work and long days at the studio. You didn’t want to think too much into it. It took you a while, but finally saw how different he had become. He wasn’t the same person you fell for a few short months ago. He was colder, more distant than ever. You’d hoped that it was just a phase he was going through and that he would be back to normal in no time. However as the weeks came and went and those weeks turned into months, you realized that you were wrong, that Harry had become a completely different person.

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment where everything had changed. It wasn’t that one day he woke up and a switch was flipped, making him turn into someone who was closed off and acted bitter towards you when he was usually so kindhearted and loving. No, it was nothing like that. Rather, it was the build up- the subtle changes that were exactly that, differences that were too small to notice. And when you finally realized he wasn’t the same, all you could do was make excuses for him, for the sake of your relationship.

He slowly stopped writing sweet notes to you before he left for the studio in the early hours of the morning. Which you concluded to be him being excited to get back to work, rushing out of your house as quickly as possible to get back to writing. Then, the usual texts and calls throughout the day became less frequent until they stopped altogether. This you put down as him being busy. You two began to bicker and fight a lot more than you used to, which you put down as you going through the “bumpy stage” of the relationship. Despite this, after a while, you had a hard time coming with reasons as to why your relationship with Harry was going down the drain, and it was even more difficult to try to salvage it.

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RFA+V+Saeran Proposes to MC

A/N: This wasn’t requested but the ideas have been in my mind for a while so hey why not


  • The lil bean was a nervous wreck omg
  • He’s going to ask you to be married to him for the rest of your lives that’s a lot of pressure
  • “Zen, I need help I’ve never proposed before”
  • Of course you haven’t, idiot”
  • He’s trying so hard to come up with a really cute way to propose
  • But all the ideas he comes up with aren’t good enough
  • He asks literally everyone in the RFA and almost spills to you in the process oops
  • Jaehee knocks some sense into him saying that no matter how he does it, you would say yes
  • Yoosung gains a lot more confidence after that and immediately knows what to do
  • He decides to go for the traditional proposal at dinner instead of going all out
  • You go out to a really nice restaurant for dinner and you can tell something’s off with him
  • When you’re both chilling in his house, you ask him what’s wrong
  • Immediately starts stuttering like crazy
  • Eventually, he takes a deep breath and just goes for it
  • “MC… Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding towards me even if we were strangers. I found myself falling for you fast and I knew I wanted to protect you and make you happy. I still feel that way. These past couple years have been nothing short of wonderful and I hope you think so, too. And I hope that we could have a lot more years like them in the future. So…”
  • At this point you’re both tearing up but he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring with a shaky hand
  • “Will you marry me, MC?


  • You know how he is
  • Obviously he’s going to want to make the most romantic proposal in the entire world
  • He’s got this super extravagant plan in his mind and it’s going to be perfect
  • Until it isn’t lol
  • He took you out to a romantic picnic at your favorite park
  • We’re talking candles-everywhere-as-the-sun-sets-while-feeding-each-other-chocolate-covered-strawberries kind of romantic
  • He cooked the food himself
  • Since you love to hear him sing, he serenades your favorite song to you
  • Everything is going just fine until the nerves start kicking in
  • The plan was to propose after the song but you’re giving him this really sweet and loving look and he loses all composure
  • He starts blushing and his breathing is uneven and his palms are sweaty
  • knees weak arms are heavy
  • You realize he’s struggling to say something you encourage him while waiting patiently
  • He takes your hands in his to calm himself down a little
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I absolutely love everything about you. Like the way your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you nag me to take a break if I work too hard and how you sing to yourself whenever you cook or how you snore a little bit when you sleep haha… I love how supportive you are. No matter how tough the situation is, you’ve always defended me and stayed by my side. But most importantly, I would love it if you would continue to stay by my side.”
  • You watch as he gets down on one knee, a shy smile on his face as he pulls out the ring
  • “How about it, MC? Will you marry me and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”


  • Cool and calculated on the outside, a Hot Mess™ on the inside
  • She does a really good job at keeping the proposal a secret from you but as they day looms closer, she becomes a nervous wreck
  • She starts messing up customer’s orders, drops a plate or two, ya know
  • You’re worried about her but when you ask about it, she quickly brushes it off
  • This isn’t normally like her so you know it’s something bad
  • At the end of the work day, you suggest that she relax a little bit before you two start closing
  • She agrees but goes to the back of the kitchen to get some food for you two
  • When she brings out a slice of cake for you to share, you ask her what’s wrong
  • She fidgets with her sleeve as her eyes fixate on the cake that you’re in the middle of eating, avoiding to look you in the eyes
  • “There’s nothing wrong, I promise. It’s just… I really love you, MC. More than you know. You’ve helped realize that I need to follow my own dreams and take more risks instead of taking it safe.” She looks around the shop. “I mean, you helped me open up my own coffee shop! But one thing you helped me most on is love. Because of you, I took a chance and fell in love. With you. You not only helped me achieve my dream of owning my own cafe but also my dream of finding someone who could love me.”
  • You watch as she looks back down at the cake you’ve forgotten about
  • As you look down, you can see a shining diamond hidden in the pastry
  • “Can you help me achieve one more dream and marry me?”


  • pretend the good ending of his route doesn’t exist lol
  • This man wanted the best and only the best for you
  • But he knew you preferred the simpler things in life
  • so he decided to cancel the raining rose petals and doves lol
  • Instead, he decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner
  • But obviously he made sure you had the entire restaurant to yourselves
  • He’s a little nervous but not so much because come on
  • He wouldn’t propose unless he knew for a fact that you would say yes
  • So dinner goes by without a problem and you two are just enjoying the quiet company of each other
  • But when the waiters bring out dessert, he gets a little fidgety
  • When you ask him if he’s okay, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he prepared ahead of time
  • “I want you to know how grateful I am that you are in my life. You are so patient and understanding with me. I was so… isolated before I met you. But you’ve taught me to accept my own emotions and learn to love. I love you, MC, with all my heart.”
  • Jumin moves to stand up and kneel down next to you, pulling out a velvet box and revealing the ring inside
  • “All I want to do is to make you happy. You deserve the best life possible and I’ll do anything to ensure that. But will you give me the best life by becoming my wife?”


  • this is gonna be chandler and monica style from friends get ready
  • It’s been a while since the whole Mint Eye thing and Seven had been thinking of proposing to you
  • But he’s Seven so he’s really scared that you won’t say yes since he believes he still isn’t good enough for you
  • You knew that he wanted to marry you and why he was so hesitant so you decided to break tradition
  • When Seven came home from running errands, he found you in the living room surrounded by candles and looking really nervous
  • He sat down next to you on the couch and noticed you were tearing up
  • Seven goes into PANIC MODE
  • He starts to ask questions and see if you’re hurt or if he did something or what but you shut him up
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I know you’re afraid of this whole “love and relationship” thing but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else. To prove to you that I will never leave you…”
  • You start pulling out the ring you bought for him but at this point you’re full on sobbing and shaking you can’t speak 
  • This boi is tearing up but he gets the idea and helps you out a bit
  • “I knew I wanted to marry you since you stuck by my side even after going to the Mint Eye. You’ve made me become a better man in more ways than I can count. I’m sorry it took me so long and made you wait, but I love you, too.”
  • He looks you in the eyes as you both take a deep breath before saying at the same time:
  • “Will you marry me?”


  • V wanted to be creative with his proposal but nothing too extravagant
  • So he decided to make it a little sentimental instead by using his photography skills in the process
  • You were out with some friends so he asked Jumin for some help with the set up to which he gladly agreed
  • When you got home, you found a photo taped to the front of the door of you and all the other RFA members
  • Below it was a note saying “The first party and first time we met.”
  • You smiled as you took the photo down and saw more taped along the hallway
  • Each had notes underneath life “Our first date.” or “Taken after we said our first ‘I love you’s’” or “First time I ever saw you.” or “The day you moved in.” 
  • The photos led to the backyard and when you went outside, you saw V standing in the middle with a big smile on his face and you walk over to him
  • Before you can ask him what all the fuss was about, he kneels and begins speaking
  • “You are truly a blessing in life. In my life. You are so patient and kind and understanding and generous without asking for anything in return. I wanted to show you how much I love you and somehow give back for all the kindness you’ve given me. All the photos you have are from moments I hold close to my heart. I hope that we have more photos to take in the future.”
  • You watch him pull out the ring as you hear a snap and see Seven off to the side with a camera
  • “MC, will you marry me and make more memories with me?”


  • You had been together for years and it was a slow and steady relationship 
  • Sure you wanted to marry him but you didn’t mind waiting and giving him time considering everything that he’s been through
  • He wants you to be by his side since you’re the only one that really understands him
  • You’re both cuddling on the couch and watching a movie like any other day
  • It was your turn to pick the movie so you choose this romance movie Jaehee recommended
  • it’s not a zen movie *gasp*
  • At some point, the two main characters get married and you don’t think much of it
  • Saeran, however, has got that scene stuck in his mind
  • Once the movie ends, he asks you if you liked it
  • When you say yes, he just nods quietly and bites his lip
  • You know that’s a nervous tick of his but you don’t want to press him if he doesn’t want to share
  • You’re about to get up to get food when you hear him mutter something
  • It was so quiet so you ask him to repeat it
  • “Let’s get married.”
  • He’s looking at you straight in the eye and you know that he’s completely serious about this
  • You can’t help the grin on your face as you give him a kiss
  • “Okay. Let’s get married.”
Stuck In The Middle (With You)

Summary: basically half the episode but with the reader, who is in love with Cas.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: ANGST, floofy fluff

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“They’re in the barn. Let’s go,” Sam said quickly.

With one last sad look at Wally, you turned around, following the boys down the road to the barn. Your heart was pounding; you had no idea what you had gotten into, and you were worried about Cas. Mary said it wasn’t good, and you didn’t know what you were going to do if…


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anonymous asked:

Okay so... you said to bring more Langst prompts so... This kinda has Klance in it so plz don't hate, you don't have to put that in if you don't want to. So, Lance stays up late, he has been for quite a while. Lance cries about his insecurities so he doesn't get much sleep, sometimes none at all. It's been affecting his health and he starts having hallucinations of his family. He's usually late for training and eating. Keith gets angry and goes to scold Lance, only to find him screaming names.

I relate to this more than I should tbh

Lance washed off his facemask, not even surprised that it did nothing against the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. He was tired. He had been for the past week? Maybe month now. He lost track. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and started to get ready, only half assing his morning routine. He didn’t even register the comb through his hair, or putting his green jacket on. His mind was occupied. 

Why do I keep thinking about them? It was bad enough when I couldn’t see them anymore but now I see them everywhere. Lance attempted to push his family out of his mind. He loved them to death but he knew he needed to focus and not worry the team. 


Lance pushed the goo around his plate as he watch Allura speak, barely listening. Man am I tired. 

“Lance!” Allura slightly slammed her hand down on the table, causing the boy to jump and everyone to stare at him. “You need to focus. We have to make sure training goes perfectly today since we will be losing time creating alliances the rest of the week.” 

“Of course princess. Sorry I’m just really tired today.” Lance stifled a yawn. 

Allura stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing. “Training deck in 15.” She glided out of the room. 


Lance sprinted into the training deck, he knew he was late. 

“Lance, you’re late!” Coran said like it was the happiest thing in the world. Did anything bother him? 

“Sorry, I was….distracted.” Lance gave the team a wide grin and a forced laugh. When he saw that no one questioned him he exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Lance couldn’t tell the team the real reason he was late. He actually thought he saw his sister, ON THE CASTLE!! He saw her but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up to her. 

Allura enter the training deck. “Good we’re all here. Let’s begin. 


 They were split into groups. Pidge with Hunk, Shiro with Allura, and of course Keith with Lance. 

Lance seemed to be the only one struggling with hand to hand combat. He wanted to say it was because he never used he hands, however Hunk was doing just fine and he had a bigger gun than Lance. 

Lance tried to give Keith a run for his money but he was tired. His head was pounding and he kept getting lightheaded. His vision would sometimes get blurry and he could barely stand at moments. 

Needless to say, Lance was a very easy opponent for Keith. Keith would put him down in about 10 ticks every time. Lance could barely keep up, let alone keep standing up. 

Lance could feel the annoyance radiating off Keith, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to go to bed. 

After what felt like years Allura said that they were done. Lance listen to Shiro tell him what he needed to work on and he dragged himself back to his room. 

Lance barely got his armor off before he fell on his bed and passed out. 


Keith stomped towards Lance’s room, he was already pissed from training today. Lance didn’t even try to fight him, he was like a rag doll. Now Lance missed dinner? What was up with him recently. 

Keith stopped in front of Lance’s door, inhaled and knocked. 

No response. Come on Lance, I’m not in the mood for games.

Keith knocked louder. Still nothing. 

Keith was about to walk away, just because he was mad he still respected people’s privacy.

 Keith started to turn from the door when he heard something. Was that a whimper? Keith put his ear up to the door and listened. Yeah, those are definitely whimpers…..I’m sorry Lance. Keith opened the door. 

Keith stood outside the door and stared into the room. He saw Lance on his bed, thrashing around and whimpering. 

Keith stared wide eyed for a moment, then he walked towards Lance, making sure the door closed behind him. He stood a few inches away from Lance, his hands almost touching him. 

Lance looked horrible. He was shaking, and sweating. He was whimpering and saying names? Keith didn’t recognize any of the names. However he did recognize “Mama”. 

It didn’t take Keith long to figure out that Lance was talking about his family. He couldn’t watch it anymore, Keith reluctantly reached forwards and shook Lance. “Lance!”

 Lance flung his eyes opened and bolted forward nearly smacking into Keith in the process. 

Lance looked at keith and scurried to the opposite side of the bed and hugged his legs. “He-hey Keith. Time for dinner?”

Keith nodded and continued to stare at Lance. “Lance is everything alright?” Keith wanted to hug him, strange right, but he decided to stay where he was. 

“Yeah, of course! Just a dream.” Lance tried to laugh ot off but his voice was raw. 

“Lance, that wasn’t a dream. You can talk to me.” Keith sat on the edge of the bed hoping to calm Lance down.

Lance continued to stare at Keith, his breaths were coming fast and his shirt was soaked in sweat. Keith wouldn’t judge him…right? “I miss my family.” Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. 

“Well that’s okay we all miss someone from Earth.” Lance responded by shaking his head.

“No like this is different from usual. I’m seeing them, I saw my sister in the castle. Keith I’m losing it aren’t I?” Keith stared at Lance even more. 

He was hallucinating, okay.  “Lance I think you’re just tired.” Keith was trying to find and answer for Lance.   

“I can’t. I only slept because of how tired I was. Everytime I sleep I see my family. They’re disappointed in them, I left Earth and didn’t tell them. I never want to make my mama cry but every time I dream, she cries.” Lance’s breathing started to pick up. “And when I don’t sleep my brain is occupied with everything I do wrong. I’m a failed pilot. I’m a failed teammate. I’m a failed friend. I can’t do anything right.” Lance fought back tears as his voice wavered. 

Keith wasn’t sure what part got him but he crawled across the bed and hugged Lance as tight as he could. He slowly felt his shoulder become wet and shaky arms wrap around him. 

“Lance your parents are not disappointed in you. You’re not a failure. You just need to cope and get help. There is no shame in it. You can talk to me whenever you need.”

Lance tried not to shake but he started to tremble all over as he sobbed on Keith’s shoulder. “Thank you Keith.” 


Roughly 2 months had passed and Lance started to sleep better. He brain stopped voicing his insecurities and he saw less of his family. He trained better, and he pilots Blue better than ever. He did it because of one thing. Every night he would sleep next to a certain Red paladin and every time Lance had an issue, he was right there to help. 

I am terrible sorry this took so long. 

I love this idea! Also never apologize for Klance, it’s my life.

I hope you like it!!!

Thank you!

Safe With Us

Request: Um for a request, if it hasn’t already been done, can you do a teamiplier thing where the reader brings home a date who only has bad intentions and the team chases them out? But reader gets mad and goes to chase after them, only to call back a couple hours later sobbing, left in an alley after the man attacked them and took their wallet?

Summary: Fem!Reaader goes on a date with a douche and teamiplier comes to the rescueee.

A/N: Heyyo! This is unnecessarily long and I didn’t know how to fix it so I finished it and didn’t edit it I’m sorry I’m so horrible. Anyway, this is v angsty and it includes some fighting and an attack so read at your own discretion. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 2071, she’s lOng I’m sOrry

Warning: assault srry

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you've done this before but can I request the RFA reacting to MC crying herself to sleep? Like, they come home quite late and they can hear their sobs nearby? I love your works so take your time!

Awww anonny this request is so sad but sweet, I absolutely love it! Thank you very much for the kind words and I’m very appreciative of your patience!! Now let’s see our RFA crew comfort us when the tears are flowing!! ^^


  • Yoosung was relieved to come home after a long day of work at the veterinarian clinic
  • He typically doesn’t come home so late but he had to perform an emergency operation on a puppy and was ready to cuddle the night away with you
  • As he walked through the front door, Yoosung took off his jacket cautiously as he heard some strange muffled noise coming from your shared bedroom
  • He quietly opened the door to find you crying your eyes out in bed
  • Yoosung rushes over to your side and carefully sits you up as he wraps his arms around you, with you nuzzling your head into his shoulder
  • He softly shushes you while stroking your hair as he whispers sweet words to you
  • “It’s alright MC, I’m here for you and I always will be. Sometimes it’s best to cry so please, never be afraid to do so when I’m around. I love you so much MC, no matter what’s going on that’ll never change.”
  • Once you start to calm down, Yoosung gently lays the two of you down as you keep your head on his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent
  • You and Yoosung fall asleep like this with Yoosung making a silent promise to never come home that late again because seeing you crying would always break his heart


  • Zen had the lead role in an upcoming musical which was great for his career but it meant less time with you
  • But you were supportive, helping Zen read over the script to get him into character
  • One night when Zen had to stay extra late at rehearsals, he walked into your shared apartment to hear a strange noise
  • Slightly panicked, he grabbed a kitchen knife and slowly followed where the sound was coming from only to open the bedroom door to find you with tears on your cheeks as you were half asleep
  • At first, Zen thought that you were reading over the script since it was a melancholy musical until he realized that you were crying for real
  • He immediately laid down on his back as he pulled you on top of his chest as he coaxed you into calming down
  • “I’m here MC, I’ll always be here for you. Please don’t cry my princess, you’re too beautiful to cry. Whatever the issue is we’ll get through it together since you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. I love you so much MC.”
  • Zen continued to whisper kind words to you until you fell asleep while listening to his heartbeat, with Zen vowing to do everything within his power to never make you cry yourself to sleep again


  • Jaehee typically stays late at work, but this night was an extreme case
  • It was late whenever she unlocked the door to your shared home, excited to be home and to see your warm smile
  • But instead Jaehee was welcomed home by a weird muffling sound coming from the bedroom, making her feel uneasy
  • She flung open the door to find you curled up in bed, seemingly asleep but with tears painting your face
  • This was an all to familiar sight for Jaehee, there’s been countless times in the past which she’d cry her own self to sleep due to stress so she knew what to do
  • You felt a pair of warm hands gently pry your arms away from your face as Jaehee then put her arms around you, telling you softly how she felt
  • “I know it can be tough sometimes MC, but whatever you’re going through I’ll always be right by your side. We’ll get through this but for now, I want you to relax and get some rest. Never forget that I love you MC.”
  • The sound of Jaehee’s comforting words eventually made you fall sleep, making her happy but determined to be by with you more so she’d never have to see you so upset again


  • You were use to Jumin coming home late from work since you knew he was working hard
  • But one night Jumin came home particularly late, huffing as he kicked his shoes off and loosening his tie as he eagerly went to find you
  • As he searched for you, Elizabeth the Third sadly meowed as she pointed her head towards the bedroom door where Jumin heard a loud sob
  • Jumin felt his chest tighten with guilt as he immediately went to your side seeing you half asleep but crying your eyes out
  • He carefully cradled you in his arms as he rocked you back and forth while wiping your tears away, kissing your temple as he softly told you how sorry he was for not getting home sooner
  • “It’s okay MC, it’s all going to be okay. I promise we’ll solve this issue together but now I need you to relax. I’ll be here for you whenever you wake up so rest MC. My love for you will never stop so let’s rest together.”
  • You eventually fell asleep to Jumin softly humming as he continued to rock you back and forth is a soothing motion
  • Jumin engraved the mental image of you crying into his mind so that he’d always have a reminder to make you happy and feel loved because to him, you deserved it


  • Even though Seven typically works within the comfort of his home, he had to go away for a long weekend to finish up some business with his old agency
  • So on the night of his return, a very tired Seven walked through the door wanting nothing more then to flop in bed with you and sleep the week away
  • But when he heard a strange noise coming from the bedroom, Seven grabbed one of his guns and raced to find you
  • Seven burst the door open only to be startled to find you laying in bed, half asleep but sobbing your eyes out
  • He dropped his weapon and went to your side, carefully sitting you on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair, feeling like he wanted to cry himself
  • But Seven knew that you needed comfort right now so he rubbed your arms to try and calm you down as he kissed your ear whispering loving words to you
  • “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this MC. I’ll stay by your side for forever okay? You’re going to be stuck with me so hopefully you won’t get annoyed of me! But seriously MC, let’s get some rest now. I love you and I’m here for you always.“
  • Seven’s sweet words helped you finally drift off to sleep with him sighing as he bit his lip to keep himself from crying
  • Seeing you so upset made Seven promise to never push you away again and to remind you how much he adored you
DGM225 - Translation Notes

It’s (finally) that time again! After six long months, we have a new chapter to chew on, and it’s more than half a dozen pages long. One could weep. :’P

I’d like to thank the StarBuds team for working so hard and so enthusiastically with me on this. You guys are my heroes. (@krorys​, @shinylyni, @togaochi, and our very welcome new friend @1000glaceons)

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Now: if you’re so inclined, please venture below the cut for some notes on our translation choices and the inevitable untranslatable odds and ends.

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Torture (Part Two)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Requested: No
Warning: Mentions of torture

“Draco, come here.” Draco’s father, Lucius, ordered from the other side of the courtyard.

Draco was frozen in place, glancing between his girlfriend, his parents, and the dark lord.

She stood behind him and shook her head imperceptibly, and Draco sighed, tears threatening to spill from his stormy eyes.

“Draco.” Narcissus called him, but he refused. Draco backed up slowly, making his decision. He took her hand in his and shielded her from the wrath of the people on the other side of the courtyard.

“No.” he told his mother and she nodded. Somehow, Draco knew she’d be alright with his choice even if his father wouldn’t. “I’m staying.”

The dark mark was burning on his arm and he winced, but didn’t back down. Voldemort looked at him curiously, eyes watching the scared teenagers standing in front of him. He hadn’t been expecting his youngest recruit to leave, and Lucius would pay.

“Lucius, control your son or I shall have to control him for you.” he spoke offhandedly. Draco knew immediately that he wasn’t safe, and neither was Y/N.

"Get ready, I’m apparating.” Draco murmured, and his girlfriend’s hold on his arm tightened. Then the swirl of the world squeezed them out onto a street Y/N didn’t recognize. Cars zoomed around them and the sound of music filtered through the air around them. Y/N looked up in awe, not letting go of Draco’s hand as he walked them along the street full of muggles who gave them curious looks.

Y/N assumed that was because of the blood and dirt caked over her clothing and Draco’s.

Draco broke down in sobs, tears spilling down his cheeks once he pulled them into an alley. He pressed her against a brick wall, his eyes clouded and wet.

"Draco—” she started.

"Are you okay? My aunt, what she did to you—I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more to help you get away.” His hands searched her face for any signs of injury, roughly moving her hair away from her face.

She took his hands into hers and kissed him, pouring her emotions into the kiss.

"Draco, I’m fine. What she did doesn’t matter to me. It’s in the past. I only care that you’re safe. Okay?” she reassured him, “I’m so proud of you. You’ve been so brave.”

He sobbed again and crushed her into a tight hug. She didn’t know how long they stood there, but she didn’t want to let him go. Not after everything the both of them had been through in the last year.

"I love you.” he whispered.

Originally posted by dat-slytherin-girl

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Originally posted by aniskyvalker

Warren Worthington III x Reader

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Author: Morgan

Prompt(s): “Could you maybe write some type of soulmate thing with Warren? I absolutely love your stories!!” and “Warren soulmate thing? Where like some people are born with marks that represent their soulmate in some way, and you have wings on your back and Warren has something somewhere that goes with your mutation, like if the reader had electrokinesis or something he would have a lightning bolt?”

Note: I am a sucker for soulmate AUs. Also, this is a really interesting concept, and I really like it. Reader has plant powers, just because I think it might be confusing for Warren with Storm and all. Like she has Electric powers and you wouldn’t want things getting mixed up, you feel?


Living in a mutant fight club was hell. Every day, Warren was forced to fight mutant after mutant. Some of them walked away fine. Others…not so much. And sometimes, he was the one that got hurt. It was no way to live, but one thing got him through the long days and lonely nights. The marks on his arm.

Yes, Warren was a mutant, it was true. He had giant, magnificent wings, but he also had soulmate marks. They were etched into his arms, trailing upwards from the veins in his wrists. Leafy vines, twisting and turning, a few flowers here and there.

He stared at them before he went to bed, often tracing them gently with his fingers when he was alone. It was his solace. His safe place. When he was thinking of his soulmate, whoever and wherever she was, he felt like all of this trouble was worth it if it meant he got to meet her eventually.

And then Apocalypse came. Warren was broken, sad, alone, and Apocalypse had scooped him up, tempted him into doing his bidding. But after Warren was rescued, he went with the others, to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

It was one of his first days there. He walked through the courtyard, surrounded by his new friends. And then he saw you. You were standing under the biggest tree on the campus, arms wide open. Your back was to him, and on your back, etched into the skin under your green dress was a very distinct pair of feathery wings. He broke into a run, leaving the others behind as he ran to meet you.

“Warren, where are you going?” asked Scott, but he spotted the marks on your back. It was you. Warren’s soulmate.

Warren stopped, standing just behind you. He took a breath, running his fingers through his curly blonde locks and puffing out his muscular chest. He straightened out the sleeves of his leather jacket. Finally, he reached forward and tapped your shoulder.

You turned around. He gasped softly, taken aback by how beautiful you were. But he was also scared, terrified beyond words. Would you like him for him? Metal wings and all? Or would you reject him as everyone in his life had before the Mansion?

“Hi,” you smiled, greeting him. Suddenly, your smile faded and your eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you’re…you’re my…” you started tearing up. Here it was. The rejection. Warren’s shoulders fell, preparing for the worst.

And then you hugged him. It was a tight, nearly bone-crushing hug, but he loved it more than words could describe.

“You have no idea…” you sobbed gently, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting to meet you.”

“Aww, don’t cry.” He held you tight, rubbing your back. He smiled, one of his first real smiles in a long, long time. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

“I always knew you would come,” you whispered. “Oh my God, I don’t even know your name.”

“Warren,” he introduced. “What’s yours?”

“(Y/N),” you replied. “I just…I want to know everything about you.”

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.” he chuckled. You peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, smiling brightly. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe the most beautiful girl in the entire world was wrapped up in his arms and kissing him relentlessly. After all of the pain, all of the fighting, all of the loss, the war, you were here and everything would be better.


Later that night, you were laying on top of him on one of the many couches at the Mansion. Your fingers traced his muscles. He watched you, smiling softly.

“I never imagined in all of that, that I would ever find you.” Warren whispered, one of his hands stroked your cheek. “I wish you could have seen my wings before. They were beautiful.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. You gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Warren, everything about you is beautiful,” you told him.

“I love you so much.” he pressed a long, tender kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too,” you smiled, scanning his face before you kissed him full on the lips.

Warren knew one thing for certain. He would never get enough of this.

From The Dining Table - Harry Styles AU // Part Two

Warning: Language

Summary: Where they find their way back to each other.

Words: 1,300

PART 1 // PART 2

“I’ll see you tomorrow Josh.” She waved at her friend, grabbed her hand bag and she’s out the door. Today has been very hard for [Y/N] she’s forced to be focused on her work even though her mind are wondering somewhere else, she pass a couple of liquor stores while walking back to her apartment and by that she decided to buy cheap vodka for her to survive the night, because if she’s going to feel this sad the entire night she might as well need some booze. When she arrived back at her apartment she change into comfortable clothes and open up the glass bottle, she didn’t even bother to grab a shot glass she drink straight from the bottle.

A vile taste slipped in to [Y/N]’s mouth stealing away the sad reality in favor of fantasy she drink more of it until it’s half empty, she took one last swig before putting on a slippers and walk out of her apartment. After thirty minutes stumbling down the cold and dark streets she finally got to the one and only; Harry’s house.

The house have some awesome security, so she can’t just come in

To: Harry S


She put her phone back to her oversized sweat pants and lean on the wall to wait for Harry, after ten minutes of waiting she thought maybe this is a bad idea and blame her drunken self why is she this stupid, she sat up from the sitting position and start to walk away from Harry’s house until she heard the automatic gate opened “[Y/N]!” Harry shouted and she attempted to run so he wouldn’t see her “Fuck.” She tried to run but Harry already saw her and walk towards her “What are you doing [Y/N]?? Are you drunk?? Oh god, you’re cold!”

“No! I-I- fuck I’m going home, sorry to interrupt your n-night.”




She thought to herself, she began to walk further away from Harry but of course Harry didn’t just left her went back home by herself, walking in the middle of the damn cold night “No, you are coming with me.” He grabbed [Y/N]’s hand not to hard but enough to not let her walk back home

[Y/N] walk inside the house that’s used to be her home, everything’s still the same since the morning she packed her stuff after the huge fight both of them had “[Y/N]? Are you okay?” She didn’t realize she was crying until the salty tears hit her mouth “I-uh, I-” she stopped trying to talk because of the alcohol in her body, the sadness that took over her whole body plus the memories that come back hitting her like a fucking truck and that’s when she completely lose it she sobs uncontrollably Harry just sat beside her on the stool caressing her bare shoulders whispering words that hopefully will calm her down

“I love you so much Harry, I shouldn’t felt this towards you after all the things you did to me.” She cried

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t deserve your love.”


The pictures are crystal clear, and it’s not edited in any way.

Harry Styles is cheating on her long term girlfriend [Y/N] [Y/L/N]?!

[Y/N]’s hand were shaking and tears are streaming down her face creating a black stains across her cheeks, she closed her eyes and hoped it’s just a really bad dream and she will woke up with Harry sleeping beside her but no, it’s real.

“Niall.” She breathed, her voice are shaky as hell “I figured you have seen the pictures from last night.” Niall’s thick accent rang through [Y/N]’s head “Yeah, I did.”

“He’s a mess [Y/N], he actually just left my house I’m sure he’ll be back in a moment.”

“Thanks Niall.” Then she end the call and wait for Harry in the living room. At this point she didn’t even care, she just want to meet Harry and end things officially and when [Y/N] hears the car engine inside the garage her stomach flips, she try to calm herself down but it didn’t work so as soon as Harry got inside she shouted

“WHAT THE HELL HARRY?!” Everything explodes, and the mixed feelings she got is not helping either “I’m sorry babe, I really do. I was so drunk last night I didn’t even remember anything until Niall woke me up and told me about it.” He sighed

“I’m sorry Harry, I can’t.” [Y/N] walk to the room that used to be their’s but now it’s just Harry’s , she packed enough clothing to the gym bag, her laptop, hand bag, chargers, perfumes and make ups, she did a one last glance at the bedroom and realized that there’s a picture of them, she took it with her and toss it inside the gym bag as well. [Y/N] walk out of the room and Harry were sitting on the couch with his hand on his head “[Y/N] please don’t leave, we can work this out! I’m so sorry it will not happen again!” He pleaded

“Harry, no.” She answered simply “Bloody hell [Y/N] ! It was only a kiss!” He shouted at her

“Only a kiss? Harry are you fucking serious?!” She shook her head, and made her way out

“[Y/N]! Please!” Harry pleaded but [Y/N] just walk straight out without looking back at the love of her life.

Days after the break up [Y/N] expecting calls or texts from Harry, they have been in a serious fight where [Y/N] just storm out of the house and stay at her friend’s house clear her mind, Harry left three hundred texts and twenty seven missed calls that’s how extra Harry is when it comes to [Y/N] but now; it’s nothing.

There’s no calls, or texts or anything. She missed him, she really do and despite the hurtful things that he did she’s still willing to love him again

but we don’t always get what we want right?

They have been in many fights, Harry said hurtful words to her, ignore her for days, but then when he apologized [Y/N] can’t help but forgive him, and that where she’s wrong.


“I made you a tea.” His voice brought her back to reality, Harry put the steaming hot cup infront of [Y/N] “Thanks.” She sipped the hot tea and the warm sensation ran through her cold body “Do you want to eat something?” He asked

[Y/N] shook her head to answer his question, Harry made his way to the couch and grab the blanket “Here.” He placed the soft material on [Y/N]’s bare shoulder, she’s wearing a thin tank top because didn’t plan to go out at all, before the alcohol started to intoxicate her.

Both of them sat in silence while the television playing on the background

“I think I should go.” Said [Y/N], her voice are cold and monotone “What, no,” Harry stand up as soon as he realized that she’s walking over to the door, everything felt like a deja vu for him seeing [Y/N] leaving him all over again

“Please I’m begging you, stay,” he begged her “Please love.” He sound desperate and hurt and now for the hundredth time [Y/N] let him in again, she turn around and saw Harry standing with tears streaming down his face so she ran to him engulfed him in her embrace

Even after what Harry did to [Y/N], she’s still going to drop everything to be with him; and that’s what love does to people.

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[You have no idea how long I’ve waited to start writing these ohHHHh geez]

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When he was called to the castle in Regna Ferox, he didn’t know why. He didn’t care, quite frankly. Basilio and Flavia only ever needed him for tournaments, and while he used to enjoy doing them, he didn’t anymore.

Their effects stopped wearing off after the first six months. He could distract himself with the fight, with the sound of swords clanking drowning out the phantom calls of his name on your lips.

He didn’t want to go anymore, as they began to remind him that they didn’t work. That they didn’t keep you out of his head.

You had captured his body and soul when you were married. Even after your sacrifice, though, you seemed to have bound him with an endless amount of chains; each link being another memory of you that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

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Always Keep Fighting

Jared Padalecki x reader 

Warnings: Depression, angst, fluff. 

Summary: Your husband Jared, is having a hard time, fighting a long war against himself. 

Note: Just something I felt like writing. 

Originally posted by adaav

You were worried. Standing backstage, you bit your lips, hoping that Jared stayed fine. He had his struggles, and attending conventions made him more exhausted and put more pressure on his shoulders. Being his wife, it was just as hard for you.

You listened as a girl asked her question. Jared seemed to be good. He and Jensen talked, laughed and answered the fan’s questions. You sighed in relief, smiling and taking a sip of your tea. Jared was okay.

You thought.

It was dark outside. The only light came from the hallway and the lamp on your nightstand. Jared was in the bath, taking a break from the long day.

Jared has been out there for longer than usual, you thought to yourself. You decided to see if everything was okay. You got up from the bed and walked out in the hallway. The water was still on in the bathroom, but that wasn’t all. You could hear Jared.

He was definitely not okay. He was crying.

Hearing him made you feel a stab of pain hit your chest. You had to help him. You couldn’t possibly let him be alone, drowning in pain.

You walked to the bathroom door and took a deep breath in. You knocked on the door. The water stopped and you could hear Jared walk towards you. The door unlocked and Jared opened it. His t-shirt and boxers were soaked in water. Tears streamed down his already wet face. You took his hand and squeezed, leading him into the bed. You sat down on your side, giving him a sign to sit down. He sighed.

“But I’m wet.” He said, sounding disappointed about himself.

“I don’t care about that.” You said, again signing him to sit down next to you. He gave you a pain filled smile and got into the bed, next to you. ¨

You laid down, taking him in your arms. He buried his face in your shoulder. You played with his hair, trying to get him more comfortable, your other hand on his strong back. He tried to hold the tears back, but you felt his body shaking in your arms, tears in your face, hearing light sobs. You pulled him closer, trying to make him feel save in your embrace. Seeing him in pain was one thing, but holding him, feeling his pain so deep, was another thing.

“I’m s-s-sorry.” He mumbled. He took your hand from his back and held it. You played with his fingers, hoping he would feel better, even though you knew it would take long time before he got better.

“You have nothing to feel sorry for, love. This pain, it is not your fault and I promise you, you will get through it.” You comforted, still playing with his hair.

“N-no it’s. I’m sorry that I-I’m such a m-mess and y-you have to clean u-u-up all the time.” He said, making a sob slip out. You pulled away, being able to look into his eyes.

“Jared,” you said and raised your holding hands for him to see. “We are in this together. You and I. Me and you. For good and for bad. I will always be here with you, always be ready to dry your tears, hold your hand, comfort you, clean up. And I will be here for the good times, the smiles, the laughs, adventures. I will always be here. You are not a burden to me, to anyone. You are my husband, the father to my kids. I will never let go. Because I love you.” You finished. He couldn’t help but smile at your words.

You took your hand out of his soft hair, stroking your thumb on his cheek, drying the tears, you smiled at him. He pulled your closer, face to face.

“Thank you so much, for everything. I love you (Y/N).” he whispered, pushing his lips onto yours. His arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer as if that was possible.

You smiled at him, wider than you thought was possible. His dimples came along, waking the butterflies inside you.

He reached over you to the lamp, turning it off.

“Always keep fighting.” You whispered and feel asleep, head leaning on his broad, strong chest.

“I promise, I will.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “I will.”

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I’m ready for him to come out, I’ve felt like this for weeks now, Harry too, I can tell by the way I catch him looking at me sometimes, like he’s willing the baby to come sooner so I can have my body back. It’s been months since Harry and I decided to stop having sex and such not wanting to risk anything, the ever growing baby making me too scared to try anything, although Harry was convinced I would be fine.


It’s a Tuesday evening, a week later when he does, I was at home, painting when it happened, ruining my current project. Nancy was at the house with me, per Harry’s request, not wanting me to be alone at any point as due date neared. Although the doctor said it was probably still going to be at least another week.

It was honestly a blur up to the first contraction, that part I remember clearly, I had just started to color the sky went I felt the first. I had had contractions before, plenty of false ones to know this one was real, the pain was dull ending with a sharp pinch unlike the fake ones, “Nancy” I gasped accidentally swiping the brush across the canvas, leaving a pale pink stripe in its wake.

She was in the room within seconds still holding the half full cup of water she had been filling in the kitchen, “What’s wrong are you okay?” she rushed over at my pained expression,

I took a deep breath recovering, “It’s… s’time”

She jumped, “Yes!, Yes” I gripped her wrist as I felt a swift kick poke at my side, the baby growing more and more restless, my elbow knocking over the water it smeared the painting further although neither of us noticed as I gasped out again,

“Nancy, now!”

“Oh, fuck, let’s go” she helped me stand, grabbing the flats I kept by the door and lead me to her car,  the drive was fast, not fast enough as I suffered two more contractions each getting a bit worse as we neared the big white building.

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Your Love~Kiseok Angst/Fluff

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

*GIF is not mine credits to the owner*

 Requested Prompt: ~it’s Elo ft The Quiett - Your love. thank you. you can takes your time. but i’m really looking forward to read the story. if you don’t mind you can do both. but it’s okay if you’re busy. so basically this song is about two lovers who been drifting apart. but they still love each other and even tho they been been flirting around but they still have each other. i’m not good at explaining smth. but you can see the translation based on that song. (i’m sorry i’m sucks at english)~


You and Kiseok have been together for almost two an a half years. The first two years were great, the both of you loved each other very much, and people could tell. Kiseok and you weren’t afraid to show each other affection in public. But the past couple months Kiseok and you have been drifting apart. 

You weren’t really sure why you guys were, but the people around you were noticing as well. You figured it was because Kiseok was really busy with work, so you weren’t really worried You weren’t really worried until one of your mutual friends texted you saying that they saw Kiseok at a nightclub with the rest of the AOMG crew, and that they were with a bunch of girls. 

 As you read the text, you realized that you kind of expected a text like this. You knew that the two of you were drifting apart. Maybe it was time that the two of you started to see other people. You looked around the apartment that the two of you shared, and bit your lip. The walls were covered in pictures of you two, of friends and family, the walls were covered in memories that the two of you made together over the two years. The thing was though, that these past couple of months Kiseok hasn’t been home. So you have no current pictures of you two. 

 You sighed as you grabbed your jacket. You didn’t want to be in the apartment anymore. You just needed to get out, all of those memories were coming back to you, and you didn’t want to remember because if you remembered then it would hurt you twice as much. 

 You grabbed your keys, locked the door and left. ‘Kiseok wouldn’t be home anyway, so why should I stay?’ You thought as you jogged down the stairs. As you walked down the street you pulled out your phone and texted one of your friends asking them if they wanted to go out tonight. 

 You stopped at a convenience store as you waited for the reply. You walked around the store browsing for anything that you may like. As you grabbed a small bag of chips, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You pulled out your phone, and checked the message that you received. “Sure! I’m at Nighttime Club, meet me here!” She replied. 

You stared at your phone. Going to a night club wasn’t exactly what you meant when you asked if she wanted to go out tonight, but whatever you could use some time out with your friends. “Okay, be there in fifteen!” You replied. You put the bag of chips back onto the shelf, and headed out. You looked around and saw that a cab was waiting at the other side of the street. 

You quickly walked over and asked if they could take you to Nighttime Club. When they agreed, you got into the cab. After about ten minutes you arrived at the club. As you walked in you looked around for your friends. You looked for them for about two minutes until you spotted them in a corner in a booth. You smiled and walked over to them. 

 "Hey guys!“ You greeted as you sat down in the booth. They all smiled at you and greeted you in return. You ordered a drink. After about two hours you were buzzed. You felt happier than you were two hours ago. 

You looked around the club, and your eyes landed on this tall handsome guy at the bar with a couple other guys. You smiled and stood up. "If Kiseok can flirt with other girls, why can’t I flirt with other guys?” You thought as you walked up to the handsome guy. 

 You tapped him on the shoulder and smiled at him. “Hey, I just thought you were really cute!” You giggled. He looked at you before chuckling. “Well thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” He told you as he winked at you. 

 You blushed slightly. “Sorry, I’m not very good at this whole flirting thing.” You said as you looked into his eyes. “His eyes look nothing like Kiseok’s, maybe that’s a good thing.” You thought to yourself as the guy ordered both of you some drinks. “He looks nothing like Kiseok either. Honestly he really isn’t the kind of guy I would usually go for either.” You thought. You quickly shook your head of your thoughts. “I shouldn’t be thinking about Kiseok right now, I don’t need his love.” You scolded yourself. 

 As the guy came up to you, you smiled at him as you took the drink. What you didn’t notice was that your friends took a photo of you and the guy and uploaded it onto social media. 

 After an hour or so, you bid the guy, who’s name you never got by the way, farewell and walked back over to your friends to get your jacket so you could leave. You smiled to your friends as you put your jacket on and waved to your friends. Walking out of the club you smiled as you thought about the night. 

You did have a good time, but being with that guy made you realize that your feelings for Kiseok never really went away. You couldn’t compare him to any other guy out there. You needed his love, and hopefully he needed yours. 

 You walked outside and looked around. As you looked around you found a cab parked down the street. You sighed in relief as you walked towards the cab. As you got to the cab, you asked them to take you home which they agreed to. 

You quickly got into the cab. After about ten minutes you were home. You paid the cab driver and got out. You bit your lip as you walked into the building. The tiredness just hit you now. All you wanted to do was go to sleep. You got into the elevator and hit the fourth floor button. 

 As you got out of the elevator you pulled your keys out and walked down the hallway to your door. You were going to put the key into the lock, but the door swung open. Surprised you stepped back, tripped over your feet, and fell onto your butt. You quickly looked up to see who was in your apartment, to your surprise it was someone you knew very well. 

“Kiseok? You’re home?” You asked. He looked at you and nodded. “Yeah, I came home about three hours ago. I looked for you but you weren’t here.” He told you. You nodded along. “I was going to call you, but I got a message from Jay telling me to check my social media accounts. So I did and to my surprise I saw you. With another guy.” He told you as he crossed his arms. 

 You looked down ashamed. “Kiseok, I can explain. Y-You’re never home anymore, and when you are home you’re not. You’re always in your home studio, and never with me. When we go out, you’re always looking at other girls. I just feel like we’re drifting apart.” You told him as tears filled your eyes. 

“So tonight I went out. I wanted to at least feel something close to being wanted again, but as I kept talking to him I kept comparing him to you. He was nothing like you and I didn’t really like that. Tonight made me realize all over again, exactly how much I love you. And how much I need your love.” You whispered the last part as the tears fell down your face. 

 Kiseok stood in the doorway staring at you with wide eyes. He quickly knelt down and pulled you into his arms. “I’m so sorry baby. I knew we were drifting apart, but I didn’t want to believe that we were.” He mumbled to you. You nuzzled your head into your neck and quietly sobbed. “I love you y/n I will always love you. I need your love to baby.” He told you as he pulled back and wiped your tears. He stared into your eyes before slowly leaning in and kissing you. You immediately kissed him back. 

You both realized tonight that you both needed each other’s love.

*I’m so sorry that this took so long to write! It’s been a really long week, and my computer hasn’t been working properly. I really hope I did this justice! Again I am so sorry it took this long to write!*