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velchronica · 2 months

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imperfect love ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ itoshi sae

maybe i'll cry for a love that isn't perfect yet

but i wanna make endless stories

like the ones hidden inside an old book

or, since meeting you, all itoshi sae wants is a sappy happily ever after with you.

content: established relationship, gn!reader, fluff, sfw

wc: 1.0k

sae falls asleep to the sound of your breaths, the rise and fall of your chest underneath the weight of his arm over your waist. he’d rather fall asleep next to you every night—and most nights he does—but sometimes it simply cannot he helped, so when he’s away from home, he facetimes you until one of you falls asleep or has to go.

he easily falls asleep to your voice over call, phone on the bedside table next to him, and you only hang up once he’s quiet for at least half an hour and is no longer responding to you with a barely-there ‘mhm.’ after all, sae has never been much of a chatterbox to begin with, per se, so it’s not unusual for him to just listen, to savour your voice telling him about your day, to bask in the mimicry of nomalcy as you go about your day as usual on the phone to him, as if he’s there with you.

people are, more often than not, surprised by the sweet and affectionate nature of your longstanding relationship. while you’re all soft smiles, sunshines and rainbows, he’s terse, with sharp edges and a mind and mouth just as sharp. he’s cold, and spares no effort to sugarcoat his opinions nor fake humility to the masses, whereas you are warm and modest, never asking for anything in return for your kindness and hard work. still, despite this, your relationship is built upon strong and sturdy foundations, and the home you have built together is full of love and joy.

where he is can be too closed up, sometimes too wrapped up in himself, you encourage him to be more open-minded and compassionate. where you can be careless and impulsive, he is there to tie up any loose ends you’ve left behind. though your worlds do not excessively collide, they do overlap. while you don’t necessarily need each other to complete your own individual existence, you bring out the better and the best out of one another. you’ve learned through time and patience that symbiosis is often the better alternative to codependency.

there have been ups and downs to your relationships. you’re both only human after all, and no relationship is perfect; with personal flaws can come misunderstandings or miscommunication. the thing that sets successful couples apart from those that break up, however, is how you maintains and manages the things that strain your relationship. to maintain a balance between your independence and your time together is key, especially when sae is away from home so often.

it’s not uncommon for you to fall asleep in sae’s arms, only for the bed to be cold and half-empty in the morning. sometimes his voice or his face over the phone isn’t enough to keep out the doubt and anxiety gnawing at your heart. you don’t want to welcome him home with frustration and tears, but on the rare occasion you do, sae understands. he knows how much trust and faith it takes for you to wait for someone who will leave not long after.

but you also know it was your choice. you knew, when you agreed to start dating sae, that it wasn’t always going to be candy-floss and kitten fluff. you knew how much sae treasured his dreams, his work, his success, how much effort he had poured into crafting the formula to take over the field. you admire him for his tenacity and diligence, and you would never expect him to give up football for you.

you’d never understood why people say you should be willing to sacrifice in a relationship. compromise, yes, but sacrifice? if the person you love can’t accept you for what you are and do, then they don’t love you, not really. at least, that’s what you think.

but that’s why sae is your forever and always. sae loves you for your flaws, not despite them, and that makes all the difference in the world. he never expects you to show him the ‘best side’ of yourself at all times, because he knows how much faith you have in him to bare yourself wholeheartedly to him, to not shy away.

you’re lucky, you think, so unbelievably lucky to have sae in your life. for him to love you. for every day you spend with sae.

unbeknownst to you, sae thinks the same thing. he thinks it so often, hundreds of times a day, and he thinks you’ll say yes if he grabs that little box out of his suitcase and gets on one knee someday soon.

he hopes you’ll cry—tears of joy, not anguish or pain. that way he can wipe them away for you, hold your face in his hands and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. hold you in his arms like the fool in love he is, so utterly enamoured and enchanted by you.

he doesn’t know how it happened, but he’s not complaining that it did. somewhere along the line he’d ended up completely bewitched by your mellifluous laughter, your sunny smile. there’s something perfect in coming home to you, knowing someone yearns for him in such a way. perhaps it isn’t this penthouse that’s home, but your warm and loving presence. he’s not quite sure. almost, though.

but what he is sure he knows is that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. where he once wanted to write his name into history with a football career like no other, something deep inside would be wholly content to just have the memories of being yours. he wants to spend every day cherishing you, loving you, never yearning from thousands of miles away, but rather holding you close, lovesick and sappier than ever. happier than ever. happier than he’s ever known.

itoshi sae’s happily ever after is a forever after with you.

he can’t believe what you’ve turned him into. a lovesick, lovelorn fool. but still, waking up to the sound of your shallow, breaths, your body curled up into his, and the warmth of your presence—it’s fine.

this is his happily ever after, an imperfect love it may be.

#bllk x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock x reader #bluelock #bluelock x reader #bllk fic #itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #sae x you #sae x y/n #♫ songfic #♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vivi

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fairyysoup · 10 months

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i can see you

♫︎ i can see you - taylor swift ♫︎

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: The secret history of your long and arduous relationship with Steve Harrington.

aka: the 5 times you pined over each other, and the time you actually did something about it

words: 17.6k (we're NOT gonna talk about it lol)

cw: explicit, smut, piv sex, flirting, making out, heavy petting, slight exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), fingering, marking, biting, steve harrington has a big dick, themes of infidelity/cheating (sort of), skipping out on dates, bad dates, steve steal-your-girl harrington, almost-kisses, jealous!steve, jealous!reader, possessive behavior, smoking, alcohol consumption, allusions to marriage but it's never actually mentioned, canon compliant, reader and steve are the same age, 5+1 things, songfic, angst, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, pining, mutual crush, slow burn one shot, mild twist ending, begins in season two (1984) and ends in the 90s, high school, scoops ahoy era, family video era, waiter!steve, steve harrington (the eras tour), vignette, one instance of billy hargrove slander, original characters created for plot, inspired by i can see you by taylor swift, other taylor song inspo throughout bc i'm insane like miss swift

a/n: hi and welcome to ✨rose's mental breakdown✨ yes this song will be my number one on spotify wrapped bc i listened to it on a loop for five days straight while writing this. idk. anyways this is So Much and i'm tired of looking at it so if there are any mistakes i apologize. anyways whoever can point out the most taylor song references aside from the obvious titular one gets a doubloon

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

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#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #roses*

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woneuntonzz · 3 months

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lover's rock 🎸♫⋆｡♪₊˚♬゚

song eunseok x afab!reader

warning/s: cussing, mentions of alcohol, other substances and smoking! suggestive!!

genre: songfic, hurt/comfort

word count: 5.8k words!!

˗ˏˋ while the others talked, we were listening to lover's rock ˎˊ˗ —because love can burn like a cigarette.ᐟ

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Your friends wondered when you'd get tired of the parties, or if that moment would ever come. They were worried it would founder your hopes and dreams of a better life, to reach a point of fulfillment and content.

If you were being honest, you already were content with the sleepless nights whether it be from the workload or from the edibles, the inebriating fog, the alcohol and the raging lights of the frat parties.

You had always assured your friends that your sobriety stands strong whenever you needed it.

And for that you savored the times when you would meet Eunseok, just you and him in a forsaken room in the frat house doing the deed as they'd say.

It all started the first time you had ever gone into one of these parties. It was not only your academics, but it was just life by and large that weighed down on you. It got so heavy that you thought everything would just come crashing down, so you thought, why not just unfetter yourself completely —besides, you were already close to falling off anyways.

You quaffed, and quaffed, but too much was never enough.

“Haven't seen you 'round here before.” your eyes were locked straight ahead, looking off into the distance and overlooking the lustful scenes that were in play before you.

You wouldn't acknowledge his presence until he spoke again. “Where's your boyfriend at?”

A scoff was extruded from your mouth. “Are trying to fuck me?”

He was surprised with your response. Sure, he would've heard it from every other girl in that party, and in many different ways, but he didn't expect it from you. “Not really, but if you want to, who am I to say no, right?”

You emptied your drink and threw the cup to the side. “Where's your girlfriend at?”

He leaned in close and chuckled into your ear, and the sensations it gave you were indescribable at best. It could've been the alcohol, or the intoxicating ambience, but you felt it threatening to pierce through the pith of your very conscience.

“There's an empty room upstairs.” The urgency and the lust in his voice tainted your already wasted state.

In a trice, you were all up in each other's faces. He inhaled your haze, picking up on the excessive amounts of substance that burned your throat. The pleasure he gave you was none like you have ever felt in your life.

Once reaching your highs, you would continue to drown yourself with his touch for a while before getting off of him and hopping back into your clothes.

You were too intoxicated and your cognition was cloudy, you weren't able to catch his lingering and longing eyes.

The only reason you deemed this particular experience profound was for it being your first time, and never because of who you had wasted away with. You had buried yourself in these ravaging walls of reckless vices knowing that no one would ever be worth your regard. They were all the same, some worse than others, but none you would ever be entwined with.

After a few weeks, you would meet him again for the second time, and spend the rest of the night with him for the same purpose. This time he would be a little more vocal unlike before where it had seemed like he was taking in your unruly state.

This time he would speak before you even got to stand up.

“My name's Eunseok, in case you wanted to know.” he just watched you snub him for the second time.

You would go back to these parties every so often, and every night would end with him. There could be a line of jerks wanting to taste a gist of you, but he was always there. You swore he must've fucked a whole roster by now, but he somehow always got to you.

It was unclear whether he's always present in these parties or if he only went after a certain period of time, but you figured it must be the former. With how easily you gave in to his voice that dripped honey, and his musk that overpowered the smoke that filled the air, you thought you were just an easy way for him to satisfy his hunger.

It was for the seventh time that you would stay a little longer. You were exhausted, so much so that the alcohol was not enough to block off the hole bored in your heart.

You breathed heavily and allowed yourself to lie next to him, your bear chest heaving up and down, trying to hold back the tears. It was pathetic. You felt pathetic, pathetic enough to fool around with the same guy every time to run away from your problems.

Eunseok would offer to light you a cigarette. You took the one he had in between his lips that he had already lit, and you huff and cough at your first draw. He chuckled under his breath, fighting the queries he had about you from slipping off of his tongue. He would throw his head back and continue to puff on in the same rhythm as you.

After that night, you kept yourself stable for as long as you could. You came to terms with accepting the endless cruelty of the life you were given, because even if you uttered the same prayer a million times things will always remain the same.

You would resort to smoking off-campus near the convenience store as a means of stress-relief without having to worry about making yourself appear sober for others when your mind is afloat.

It's been almost three months of refraining from going back to that riotous place. You eye the cigarette as you bring it in between your lips, and suddenly you are reminded of the last night you had with him. You can't help but wonder if he'd still be there if you went, or if he'd have his skin against somebody else's as you looked for him in the haphazards.

“It's been a while.” you uttered to your phone that you held with your free hand whilst the other held your waning cigar.

“Yeah? and what? you'll be hung over the whole day after?” you grazed your teeth against your bottom lip from hearing your friend's chiding.

“I'll be fine.” your friends could never stop you anyway.

You all lived separate lives, and most of your problems stray far from each other's concerns. You just happened to have friends with lives as miserable as yours, as a result, you would only have the strength to fend for yourselves and be unable to actively be there for one another.

The night that followed, you were back in that same place where you had let go of your innocence, where it shone red and reeked of ecstasy. This time though, you had no intentions of downing as much as you can to chase that dazed feeling that numbed you from the afflictions.

“You're here.” you turned around to face from whom the voice belonged. From the mere second he spoke, you knew it was him, it was only his voice that would always lead you to a night of intense euphoria.

It wouldn't take long until your lips were locked, drawn to each other like magnets. He would take you to the same room that remained untouched even after the boundless streaks of parties.

You expected him to handle you like he always did, but he was a lot more… gentle. You've gone a while without being touched by anyone other than yourself, and his touch burned your skin with bliss. He whispered sweet nothings into your ears, and he lifted you up to the stars.

“I missed you.” —it fell off of his mouth, though you wouldn't think much of it, thinking it must've been his pleasure speaking.

He would keep you locked in his arms. If you were being honest, you didn't want to leave just yet, but you subtly fought him off of you which would soon prove to be defiable.

“It's true, you know. I really did.” you felt his thumb making circles near your wrist.

You were unsure of what he was referring to, but you assumed. I missed you too —you would reply to him in your mind.

Still, nothing was salvaged by the end of the night. You two would part ways like you always did, only this time, you failed to see his hand desperately reaching for yours as you walked out of the house.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It's been a rich couple of days and very busy ones at that. You had your responsibilities, and you're finally facing them, masking your apprehension.

“You should join the group study, I beg you!” your friend shook you lightly.

“Why should I? I study better just by myself.” —which was true, but also an excuse to not engage in any circumstance of socializing.

“Please? just once? We can't even hang out that much anymore, and now we can't even study together?” your friend's pleas made you sigh.

“What are you saying? We can always study together, just without other people.” you calmly respond, but your friend persisted.

“Please?”

Before you knew it, you were being dragged to the campus lobby.

“Shit, I forgot my laptop. I'm gonna go grab it—”

“Ah-ah! I'll go get it for you, just wait here.” your friend was quick to talk over you with a speck of doubt that you will come back if you had gone away yourself.

Your lips formed a flat line, as you stood there and waited.

Naturally, your eyes wandered around the massive area of the lobby. There weren't many students, and the sounds of faint conversations and running printing and copy machines served as white noise for the students in the area. You noticed two groups of people at the study area, both in their own circles. You knew it would be in one of these groups that you'd be engaging with sooner or later.

Your eyes observed them, momentarily shifting to some other area in the lobby. You would look for too long though, and you would feel a pair of eyes just dawning to stare.

“Eunseok?” you mumbled to yourself.

“Hey.” you jolted from your spot when your friend nudged you, causing her to cackle. “Come on, they're over there.”

You two walked to the other group of people, the one that he wasn't a part of.

Your friend would introduce you to the group, and you would just give them a light smile, with not much care —if not none at all.

Only one side of your figure was visible to Eunseok. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. It wasn't the first time he had seen you around, he wasn't sure if you had seen him around too, but by the way you reacted to seeing him, he figured you might've never even noticed him all this time.

He was forced into that party, he never enjoyed it until you showed up. Although he savored every night with you, he wanted to know why you would drink so relentlessly, why you'd frequent the party, and why you'd stop showing up and suddenly coming back months later.

He didn't approach you by chance. He had always thought, if only he could turn back time, it would be in the campus where he'd greet you and ask for your contacts if he was feeling lucky. He wouldn't be so attached and latch onto his feelings by expressing what he could not with words through his actions. He was well aware that it's one-sided, but he wished you would keep coming back, just enough for him to slowly get you to stare back into his eyes.

He was consistent. During those nights, his eyes eagerly chased after yours, wanting to take a peek into the depths of your soul. You always rejected his yearning, as you thought you shouldn't take anything to heart, or waste any of your thoughts.

His eyes would linger on your profile as he was still trying to reach for your attention. You weren't able to hold back seeing from the corner of your eyes, just how fixated he was with you. You glanced at him, and his gaze would soon be accompanied with a bashful smile, behind it, he would feel hopeful. Maybe this time he'd be able to finally ask.

“Can I have your number?” —the way he had envisioned it in his mind; he would ask you before you got the chance to walk away from him again. He would accomplish catching you before you got away, but he would soon find himself unclothed, laying on your bed as you catched your breath.

His question caused your eyes to slowly flutter open, meeting his the moment your vision cleared up. He was in awe, you had the flair of enchanting him without even actually doing much. Your stare was melting him, and he felt so elated that he was finally able to capture your full heed.

“I thought you'd never ask.” he had never heard your voice in such a mellow tone before.

He was drowning in your essence. As much as you'd like to deny it, your attraction to him started shifting. His smile was bright and wide as he typed to save your number in his contacts. He would smile at you again, so sweetly that your breathing would become unstable.

You had never noticed these things about him, but then suddenly you would find yourself meandering about the very little things about him, even in his absence.

Your meets would be more frequent, and there would be no getting wasted or overbearing party noises.

The two of you would remain oblivious towards the fact that your intents were changing every time you would meet.

Your eyes would light up more and more whenever you stumbled upon him around the campus, and you would get bolder each time to maintain eye contact as you both acted like you weren't all over each other the night before.

“Hi Eunseok!” your sudden pep would shock him and your friend who would always be a witness to your little talks.

“Hi Y/n, long time no see!” he would place his hand on your shoulder and lightly squeeze. “You headed to class?”

“No, just finished actually.” —which was code for: meet me in my room in 20 minutes.

He would only smile and wave goodbye to you and your friend and walk past you.

“You know him?” your friend asked.

“Just recently.” you shrugged.

“You two must have a thing huh. Tell me you like him or you're failing calculus!” you lightly laughed at your friends.

“Alright, alright! maybe I do.” your friend playfully hit you, as she smiled.

“You'd have to tell me all about it! otherwise I would think he's just selling you drugs.” you immediately shush her making her emit a chortle.

“It's nothing like that!” you laughed. “Let's talk about it some other time, I feel tired, I'm gonna get myself some sleep.”

You walked off to the same direction where Eunseok had gone, and the rest was just as you would imagine.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Messaging each other in the middle of lectures was not anything new to the both of you, but it was with this message that he altered something in your brain.

You would walk in your dorm room and he would be sitting at the edge of the bed, looking right into your eyes as you closed the door behind you with your foot.

“How long have you been here?” you ask him.

“A while.” his eyes traveled down to your hoodie —his hoodie. “I forgot I left that here.”

You blinked a couple of times before looking down on the clothing that kept your body warm. “Shit, I thought this was one of mine, sorry.”

The sweet sound of his chuckle just made you want to just dissipate right then and there. As an attempt to hide the heat rising up to your cheeks, you walked over to him and straddled his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted kisses all over his face, gradually making your way down. You wouldn't be able to proceed when he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He would lay his head sideways on your shoulder and watch as you continuously blinked, stunned by his behavior.

The way he just comfortably let his weight fall on you, breathing in your scent contradicts the way you have thought of him all this time.

Your hands would make their way to his hair, running your fingers through ever so gently. He closed his eyes and held you even closer. He felt your heart, beating at the same pace as his.

You wanted to ask him what happened, but you kept quiet. You didn't want it to end. His breath warmed your skin as he hummed to the motions of your hands brushing through his hair.

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Eunseok made you feel a lot of emotions, and they would only grow within every minute you had spent with him.

After a while, you two got comfortable enough to converse. You two shared the inquisitivity towards each other's lives. He would ask you what led you into that frat party, and you would answer. He would notice the tears threatening to fall from your pretty eyes.

“You can cry.” he would say in the most endearing way he possibly could, guiding your head to lay on his chest as you both lay on the tight space of your bed.

Your watering eyes were unrelenting once you've let it break out of you for the first time in a while. He held you close, not caring for the wet patch that formed on his shirt. He just wanted you to feel safe and at ease in his presence. Though he never said it out loud, the way his thumb skimmed against the top of your hand as he held it tight told you just how much he truly cared for you.

“Your shirt's all wet now.” you weakly utter, frantically wiping the tears that streamed down to your neck.

With his other hand, he lightly pushed away yours that wiped on your swollen eyes and would use his thumb to carefully rid of the tears that subsided.

“You can cry on me all you want, love.” you wanted to tell him that he could do so to you too, but you felt weak in his embrace and you could only let him bury you under the covers with him as he caressed your hair.

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His friends and yours would fail to notice the flourishing fondness that the both of you knew of to be a mutual feeling that none of you ever dared to speak of it —for a while it felt like you didn't have to.

Soon your circle of friends would be associated with his own, one way or another, and the two of you would always be regarded with, “Oh, they've known each other for a while.”. Though, they would never really figure out just how long "for a while" has been.

The usual hang-outs outside of studying would be eating out and drinking a little. Your friends would be immersed in conversation and you would pretend to listen, laughing along when they did, but you were all eyes and ears only for him who would always sit across from you.

You two could only be immersed in each other's eyes that reflected your honeyed smiles. Your friends would think the two of you were just having the same fun as them and while it was true that you were happy, it would only be because of one another.

During your walk to the bus stop, he walked beside you, resisting the urge to just grab your hand and plant a kiss on it. But he couldn't. Your friends and some of his were still babbling on and about, a few in front of you and some following closely behind. You two could only laugh along at whatever it was they chattered about.

You had both agreed to rest the next morning and you would be awakened by a notification that sounded from your phone.

You got up, no second thoughts. You just wanted him to attack you with a hug till you both crash down on your bed.

When you opened the door, he had a guitar with him and a plastic bag that contained food. Your mouth hung open. He had never mentioned anything about playing any instruments during those times that you would snuggle into each other's arms and talk.

You had seated yourself on your desk chair as you watched him take out his guitar from its casing.

“Eat up, love. I'm gonna play you a song.”

You already had the food in your hands, but you couldn't take a bite just yet. You wanted to hear the sweet melody from the strum of his guitar.

He looked up at you and started playing Girl by Men I Trust.

He had secretly been listening to your playlist on a daily basis, and learning to play as many of the songs that he could with his guitar. He was able to pick out the ones you listened to the most.

His voice took your breath away. He sounded even more beautiful when he sang. His eyes stare lovingly into the windows of your psyche, singing every word with the adoration in his heart that he had only for you.

When he finished, you would jokingly tell him to stop so you could eat. He would just chuckle at you and put away his guitar. You'd stand up and sit next to him, feeding him before taking a bite for yourself.

The next time he'd visit, he would bring his guitar again, this time playing Stargazing by The Neighbourhood.

It just so happens that the song described the feelings he had for you perfectly, and so he would sing every word to you like a love letter. He loved the way you would raise your shoulders at a certain point of the song, and how you would shy away from his gaze as he sang.

Every time he would ask if he could come over or when you asked him to, you would pace around your room as you waited for him to appear with his guitar, and the initial cause of this setting you had would be completely disregarded. You two only desired each other's stares, you longed for his enamoring voice and he yearned for your saccharine giggles.

You two would be comfortable enough to move to more spacious areas around the campus. One instance would be in an empty lecture hall. When he wasn't equipped with his guitar, you two would listen to your playlist from the speakers of your phone.

You two would go on for months, indulging in each other's affections. Still, there was no commitment established, and the both of you failed to see it. You thought it would be for the best. You fear that if you'd let yourself tell him how much you love him, you would never be able to detach yourself from him.

And that time would come around. You had both graduated, and you were set to move out of town for work.

When you told him, all he could say was, “I'm gonna miss you like crazy.” The crack in his voice made you want to kiss him, to tell him that you'll always love him, that you'd stay for him.

When you left, you tried to keep in contact with him. He lost count for the many times you had apologized in your messages whenever you got too busy with work. He would always be active to reply to you, and would update you with the things he had been up to recently. When you came home from work, he would send you videos of him playing your favorite songs on his guitar nightly.

You broke down one night, realizing that everything was falling apart. You hated yourself for being too tired to acknowledge his efforts. Even then, none of you ever brought up your unsaid feelings about your relationship.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It's been two years. You found yourself winding back to your old habits of smoking, and drinking every so often. You would lose contact with Eunseok, and not even willingly.

Your old phone got robbed off of you. It took you a while to recover from the robbery, you lost a good amount of money too. Getting a new phone took months. You still had his number in your wallet, but you never bothered to contact him again. You were afraid that your sudden disappearance had caused him to resent you.

Though, you would contact your friend again, explaining to her everything that had happened. That friend of yours was one of the few that stayed back in your hometown. She told you that she never saw Eunseok around after you had gone away.

Your guilt was eating you up, and you wish you could just cry onto his chest again like you used to, but now you would never be able to go back to those tender moments.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“Hey, I just called to tell you that I'm having a party and I want you here!” your friend's loud voice bursted through your phone's speakers.

“I don't even know how I'd get there, and I have work.” you tried to chuckle towards the end of your sentence, but somehow you weren't able to.

“Y/n, you've been refusing our help ever since you went out of town. We just want to see you, I want to see you, just to make sure you're still alive and well and not slowly killing yourself.” you gulped as she spoke.

“I'll try to come.” you voiced out, your voice fading out into the distance.

“Uh-uh, you're definitely coming.” Your friend's urges were enough for you to gather the courage to ask your boss for a sick leave the night before the party.

In your train ride, you would have your eyes closed, still wary of the possibility that you might see him there. Your friend told you that he hadn't talked to any of them since you've been gone, and you just couldn't get your mind off of the thought that he might've done something to hurt himself, or to hurt you. But you felt as if you had no right to get hurt if ever he had found someone to take your place, after all, it was you who made the choice to deny your heart's aching for him.

Your friend met you at the train station and led you to her home. You were happy that she was doing well. She was just getting ready for the party and you had offered to help, but she insisted that you just rest from your long trip back to your hometown.

“Who's coming?” you asked, with that tiny bit of anticipation that his name would come out of your friend's mouth, even though you knew just how much it would hurt you to see him again.

“Our friends from college, and some other people —also from college, a bunch of IG mutuals I had that attended the university.” your friend would be focused on fixing everything up for the party as you silently wished in your mind.

I want to see him, just to see him. It doesn't matter if he hates me, I hate myself too, he deserves nothing but all the love in this world. —your head hangs low, tiring your sanity with your melancholic thoughts.

“You okay?” you nod weakly at your friend, unable to utter a reply or even give a little smile.

When people start arriving, you anxiously dipped your hands into the pockets of your coat, hiding the shakiness as you gave everyone the best smile you could pull out.

You tried to answer as straight-foward as possible for your friend's curiosity towards your life after you've moved. You had told them about your unfortunate encounter with an unsuspecting young woman that turned out to be a thief. Despite your friends' consolations, you tried to laugh it out, but it was very faint and they could almost feel how tired you are of everything.

Later in the night, you would stand alone by the snack bar, munching on the sweets, bit by bit. You would eventually get tired of chewing, and you'd go outside the house, pulling out a cigarette from the pack that hid in your coat's left pocket. You held it in between your lips to light it.

“Where's your boyfriend at?”

You dropped your lighter, as a ringing started to go off in your head. Your tears started to fall without notice. You felt yourself getting weak in the knees. It might've been the memories that filled the air of this town that was making you hear things, but you were broken out of your trance when your face was already pressed into the same chest that would let you cry for hours and voice out your problems, the one that encloses the heart that would only beat for you.

You muffled your sobs as you pressed your face against him, uttering an apology over and over again.

“Hey, hey, don't be sorry.” his voice would be as weak as yours as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

You would look up into his eyes for the first time in years, and from there, his tears would break out of him. You pulled him close to your neck. “You can cry on me for as long as you want, my love.”

A soft sob would escape his lips and fill your ears.

“Please stay. I love you so much, my Y/n.” it was all you've ever wanted to hear.

It was hard for you to believe, but after two years, he was still as in love as when you left him.

He'd take you to his place that night, and you two would make love like it was the first time all over again. You two would listen to the videos of him singing and playing your favorite songs with his guitar, and the very last one he sent was Lover's Rock.

“You know, I wish I could've told you how much I loved you before you left, or the first time I played a song for you…” you felt the tears building up in your eyes once more as you took in his sweet voice, and his faint singing that would be drowned in the background.

“I wanted to say I love you the moment you started singing to me.” you shakily laughed as you failed to hold back your tears.

He chuckled and wiped your tears with his thumb. You sat up and faced him, his eyes were filled with so much love that you struggled to find your next words. You would shake yourself awake after a while and ask him,

“I've been meaning to ask you this, but I was too afraid to know the truth. Out of all the girls in that party, why me?”

Eunseok's eyes landed on your hands. He held them, and pressed his lips against the back of them.

“That time, It had only been a couple of weeks ever since I've had a crush on you. I thought you would recognize me, but as it turns out you didn't even know me from campus.” you would both chuckle softly when he had finished speaking. “How about you? out of all the guys you've fooled around with, why me?”

You tilted your head at him, making him laugh with how dear you looked. “I never fooled around with any other guy. You were my first, and last.”

He gently squeezed your hands. “Really? why not?”

“I mean, I already had you, didn't I?” you asked back. “I never knew it back then, but I would only keep coming back for you.”

He could only stare back, wandering into the image of the night sky in your eyes.

You were back in the same town in which you suffered the most, and where you'd be the happiest. It is where you had lost yourself completely, where you had your firsts, your first hangover, your first smoke, your first intercourse and your first love.

Even though it seemed like he lost you, you never lost him. He had just been waiting, and if you hadn't gone home to him, he would find you and love you like he always did.

Eunseok had thrown away your cigarettes, as he knew that you would only need each other from now on.

Fin.

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praying to God that y'all got the reference for the ending ><

#riize #riize fanfic #riize au #briize #riize x reader #riize angst #riize eunseok #song eunseok #eunseok #Spotify

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demondwellersword · 2 years

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DR. STONE MASTERLIST

★ = fics

☾ = headcanons

❀ = drabbles/ficlets

♫ = songfics

✦ = abstracts

☾ x Anxious/Depressed S/O

☾ With a Crush on His Best Friend

☾ General Cuddling

❀ 12:26 A.M.

★ Fate Over Time

☾ General Affection

☾ Looking for His Petrified S/O

☾ Nursing His S/O Back to Health

❀ + Pre-Dawn

#masterlist #dr stone masterlist #dr stone #dr. stone #ds #dr stone x reader #dr. stone x reader

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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♫ ― 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒!

⋆ a few things to note before requesting!

before i start, i just want to emphasize the fact that this is strictly a plus size reader account, so i will not write for thin/skinny coded reader.

unless it's stated otherwise, the reader will be female.

my life is busy and more often than not, i am ridiculously exhausted, so it may take me longer to get to your request. I am not ignoring them!

this also goes hand in hand with the rule above, and though it hasn't happened before and i would prefer to keep it that way, please don't rush me to write your request!

please specify what kind of plotline that you would like, and also where it takes place/what season it's in the series/movie that you're requesting for!

i would really appreciate it if you would not send me a request anywhere else that is not in my inbox; like my comments on certain posts or in the comments on my ao3.

if i do not feel comfortable writing your request or if you have asked for something i do not write for, i have the right to delete them!

please also specify what trope you'd like! (i.e. enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, etc.)

the female characters that i write for will be paired up with female reader on default, so if you wish for the reader to be gender neutral, please state it if so!

i always try to keep my writing as race neutral as possible, but if you'd like a certain gender, religion, sexuality, skin color, etc. to be emphasized, please let me know! i'm always trying to make my account more inclusive for others!

if you want either a blurb, headcanon, or a oneshot, please tell me!

what i write: fluff, smut, angst, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, sick fics, urequited love, bad endings, platonic relationships (i.e family relationships, friendships, etc.), threesomes, polyamorous relationships.

what i do not write: self-harm, sexual offenses of any sort, non-con, dub-con, age-play, dd/lg, md/lb, any kind of sexual play, little space, scat, water sports, throw up, illegal or immoral age gaps, or just any kinks that do not include clearly stated consent, incest, cheating (on the reader), feederism, fat fetishizing, requested series/mini series, songfics, singing.

♫ ― 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

women: rowena macleod, meg masters, michonne hawthorne, maggie greene, rosita espinosa, penelope garcia, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, tara lewis, elle greenaway, natasha romanov, wanda maximoff, tess servopoulos, ss harley quinn, annie 'starlight' january, rosalie hale, alice cullen, usagi yuzuha, kuina hikari, ann rizuna, kate sharma.

men: dean winchester, sam winchester, castiel, rick grimes, daryl dixon, glenn rhee, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, luke alvez, matt simmons, steve rogers, bucky barnes, tony stark, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, matthew murdock, peter parker (no smut; goes for all universes), murphy macmanus, joel miller, boaz priestly, jim hopper, jonathan byers (smut for only s4), hughie campbell, mike schmidt, edward cullen, jasper hale, emmett cullen, carlisle cullen, charlie swan, jacob black (smut only for eclipse ➝ breaking dawn part 1-2!), chishiya shuntaro, arisu rhyohei.

#✰ ― meau's masterlist !#✰ ― meau's characters !

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fulfillingbineeds · 10 days

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Let’s Dance for a While (Heaven Can Wait)

Rating: Gen Relationships: Simon Bellamy/Alisha Daniels Characters: Simon Bellamy, Alisha Daniels Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Slow Dancing, Romantic Fluff, Songfic, Ficlet Summary: Simon and Alisha slow dance together for the first time while navigating the whole ‘not being able to touch’ thing. Word Count: 979

The song used is Forever Young by Alphaville, specifically the cover by Youth Group.

It was the fourth date they'd been on together. The first was an awkward disaster, but it went alright by the end. Each got better and better as time went on. Alisha was finally getting this Simon.

And now the fourth date was officially coming to a close as they walked down the road from the restaurant. It wasn't winter yet, but the pavement was starting to collect a dusting of snow. Alisha looked over to see Simon holding his hand out, catching a snowflake. He smiled at it, and she smiled at him.

Noticing her, Simon looks at Alisha and timidly smiles, licking at his lips.

"I'll walk you home. It's getting dark."

Alisha nods, walking a bit closer into his space as they start heading towards her flat. She's been thinking about asking Simon to move in together into the loft that future Simon left for them. Her flat lease was coming up, but she wasn't sure if Simon was ready yet. After all, she can't really measure their progress in their relationship through the usual markers.

Their clothed arms brushed together as they moved. She could make out light guitar strums and vocals leaking out of a pub up the street. Alisha bit her lip before making her move to clasp Simon's hand with hers. He flinched, pulling his arm far away from Alisha as if she were a burning fire. She couldn't help but feel the tears start welling up as she hugged her arms tightly to her chest, stopping in her tracks.

"Sorry—I didn't mean to. Well, you know what'll happen if—" Simon stumbled as he looked at Alisha's devastated face. He looked down at her hands and bit down on his cheek hard. "You're wearing gloves, I—I didn't notice. Sorry," He grabbed at his hands, twisting his bare fingers.

They stood still just a bit away from the pub, the lyrics now clear.

♫ Let us die young or let us live forever; Don't have the power, but we never say never. Sittin' in the sandpit, life is a short trip. Music's for the sad men. ♫

"It's okay," Alisha mumbled, looking down at the ground and wiping the tears away.

♫ Can you imagine when this race is run? Turn our golden faces into the sun. Praising our leaders, getting in tune. The music's played by the mad men. ♫

Simon reached into his pocket, grabbing a small black bundle of fabric. He pulled them apart, revealing a pair of gloves. He shyly grinned at Alisha as he put them on, jazzing his fingers at her afterward, which caused her to huff out a laugh.

He reached out both of his hands out towards Alisha.

"Care for a dance?" Simon asked, eyes fluttering as he nervously waited for her response.

"Here?" She questioned, looking around with an unsure expression.

♫ Forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever? ♫

Simon looked around at the deserted street after her, shrugging his head. "I don't think anyone will care," He paused and smirked. "and if they do, it must be because they're jealous."

"Jealous?" Alisha asked with a sweetness to her voice.

"That I'll be dancing with such a beautiful girl."

♫ Some are like water, some are like the heat, some are a melody, some are the beat. Sooner or later, they'll all be gone. Why don't they stay young? ♫

"Shut up." Alisha blushed, lightly swatting at Simon's shoulder. She grabbed his hands, allowing him to take the lead. Even though it wasn't skin-to-skin, she was still basking in the personal touch.

Simon began rocking back and forth on his feet to the beat, and Alisha followed suit, quirking her brow as Simon started swaying their arms. She couldn't help but giggle, causing him to do the same.

♫ It's hard to get old without a cause. I don't wanna perish like a fadin' horse. Youth is like diamonds in the sun, and diamonds are forever. ♫

"Have you ever actually slowed danced with someone before?" She asked between a laugh.

"What do you mean? This is slow." He coyly said as he slowed their pace even more.

"Oh my god!" Alisha chuckled. "You know what I mean!"

"If you count Barbara from the pensioner dances during our community service. Then yes, I've slow danced with someone before."

♫ Forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever? ♫

Alisha rolled her eyes with a grin, letting go of Simon's hands and pulling them towards her hips. She wrapped her hands around his neck, ensuring they stayed under his hood.

They swayed together, making eye contact as they did. Before, they were messing around, being silly. But now, the air has changed. It was intimate. Romantic.

♫ Forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever? ♫

Simon's grip was gentle, fearful even. His eyes shined, shined in a way Alisha recognized so clearly—a look she hadn't seen from him in a very long time.

He wanted to kiss her. And god, she wanted him too.

But of course, he couldn't. His gaze broke away slightly before turning them so they were dancing around in a circle.

♫ Forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever? ♫

Alisha gripped him tighter, not wanting to let go. She carefully rested her head on his clothed chest, the roughness of the denim scratching at her cheek. She took in a deep breath, taking in Simon's scent. It wasn't 'just Simon' like how he smelt when the future version of him and her laid in bed together, but instead, a rich, woody vanilla masked it.

Simon mumbly sang along to the lyrics while he held Alisha close.

♫ Forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever? ♫

I've also published this on my AO3 :)

#misfits #simon bellamy #alisha daniels #simon/alisha #simon x alisha #fanfiction #my fics #my posts

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ao3feed-fyozai · 1 year

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Спасибо, мой милый Федя

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XuocBEf

by bipolaroshnik

[Songfic] ♫: Убей меня, Эйс! — Мой милый убийца

"Пожалуйста, вырви меня из сна об этом загнивающем мире."

Words: 703, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: Angst and Porn, Blow Jobs, Songfic, Character Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XuocBEf

#fyozai #bungou stray dogs #ao3fyozai #ao3feed #fanfic

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careless-with-your-heart · 1 year

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♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ ♮ ♯ 🎼 🎵 🎶 SONGFIC GAME ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ ♮ ♯ 🎼 🎵 🎶

THE SONGFIC GAME

Fill out your answers, post, and leave your asks open. Players can send you an ask with a fandom, rating, and song that the asker must select, and you must write a songfic (length, your choice) based on their choices. In order to have their ask fulfilled, however, the asker must repost the game to their Tumblr with their own fandoms!

Pick three fandoms:

Fringe 2. X-Files 3. Buffy

What is your rating limit?

Anything goes, darlings, G thru Somebody Call the Fire Dept.

Anything you won't write?

Anything involving kids or animals getting hurt.

Crackfic and any type of slash. Nothing against either, I'm just not good at writing them. I'm always in awe of authors who can write in different styles, but I'm just a boring one-trick pony (haha!)

Yay!

#fanfiction #ask games #writing asks #playtime

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velchronica · 4 months

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pov. ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ itoshi rin

i wanna love me the way that you love me

for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

i’d love to see me from your point of view

or, itoshi rin loves you, infinitely, even when you’re struggling to find reasons why he should

content: insecurity (physical & emotional), hurt/comfort, pro footballer!rin, gn!reader, non-celeb!reader, established relationship, sfw

wc: 1.4k

rin always holds you close and let you cry into the crook of his neck when you need him the most, rubbing soothing circles onto your back, comforting and warm. he doesn’t complain about the tear stains on his shirt—instead, he stays there with you in his arms for hours on end. it’s as if there isn’t anything in the world that could move him until you’ve had enough of him.

rin is always understanding. he’s had his own depressive episodes—(often sae-related) symptoms of his unresolved abandonment issues, the fear of not being good enough. yet in those difficult moments, the one who’d worked through all of it with him had been you. so it’s only natural rin plays his part to repay you, to show gratitude for the fact you’re in his life.

life can be cruel, and the world can be cold. people can be both, even if they don’t mean to be. but rin is neither when it comes to you.

some days are better than others, and others may be worse than most. but no matter what’s led to your subsequent breakdown, rin doesn’t question it, he simply lets you cry it out. and if you’re willing to let go of him for a short moment, he’ll be back in no time after making some hot cocoa and getting your favourite sweet snacks, and he’ll carry you—clinging onto him like a baby koala—to your shared bedroom.

once you’re both comfortably sprawled across the bed with a variety of scrumptious delicacies on your bedside cabinet, you muster up the courage to speak up. rin is attentive: his eyes never leave you once while you rant, but his gaze never grows bored, nor does it show signs of it being childish indulgence or empty support. no, rin will sympathise, and never does less than his best to help you through it.

insecurity is not linear, nor is grief or worry. most of the time, there’s no trigger, nor is it a culmination of many miseries. it isn’t straightforward at all, not something that can be ‘fixed’. you’re not ‘broken’ for feeling that way. you’re human, that’s all there is to it.

to be honest, when you tell rin that you sometimes feel unworthy to be by his side, he doesn’t understand. “you’re the itoshi rin, and i’m, well, this,” you say, scoffing a little at the end.

he doesn’t get how you can undermine yourself like that, how you don’t see all the things—whether they’re as easy to spot as the sky above or a miniscule thing even you’re unaware of yourself—that make you so beautiful. to rin, you’re divine. heaven on earth is your feather-light touch, your smile when you look at him, your laughter whenever rin makes a sour face as if he’s just bitten into a lemon because someone’s annoyed him. heaven is every moment he spends with you.

somehow—god knows how—you don’t see that.

sometimes loving rin is all you know, but other times you know he’s so gorgeous that he catches the eye and captures the hearts of all who pass him by. in your eyes, you’re by no means special, but he is. rin’s beautiful in the way his brows furrow when he wakes up in the morning, thick, dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as they begrudgingly blink up. the world knows rin’s beautiful, too, because you see it under every post he makes on social media. you know the world loves rin (maybe just not as much as you do) when they scream his name as he walks onto the pitch. he’s like an idol, the way they treat him, with the name banners and the feral fans.

you don’t blame them. who can resist itoshi rin?

you don’t understand how rin can love you, when your ‘imperfections’ are all you can see when you look in the mirror. when you compare your body to that of the celebs that rin’s fans ship him with, or nonsense gossip magazines photoshop him with, because you can imagine rin with someone else—someone more beautiful, more talented. surely there’s a million other alternatives. surely someone as beautiful and special as rin deserves someone equally beautiful and special, someone who can match him, someone deserving.

“sometimes i think you deserve better than me. you’re too good for someone like me.”

when the truth you’d buried comes tumbling out your mouth one night, rin simply cannot comprehend how you could possibly think that. if anything, you’re the one who deserves better than him, right? you simply just settled for him, when you could’ve done much better.

“how could i ever want anyone who isn’t you?” rin says, gritting his teeth. “how can you say you’re undeserving?”

and he pulls you into the most devastating kiss, his hands roaming your beautiful body, every edge and every curve, warm and strong. your hands claw at his shoulders, grasping, and you’re breathless as rin’s lips leave yours momentarily, before they’re slamming back into yours once more.

“you’re beautiful,” rin confesses against your lips, before drawing back. something warm falls on your cheek. when your eyes refocus, rin’s crying. “i love everything about you. all that you are. i can’t explain it. i don’t need to pinpoint your best feature when everything about you is the best. you don’t need to be perfect. i don’t believe in that shit anymore. i just want you to be yourself. i want you to be proud of who you are, and i want you to be happy when you’re with me.”

you reach up to wipe rin’s tears away, feeling your own eyes sting with the telltale warning of your tears’ return. however, rin simply takes your hand in his own, and holds it against his cheek.

“i could spend the rest of my life telling you all the things i love about you, because i’d have to talk about everything about you,” rin says, and your breath hitches in your throat. your boyfriend is a man of few words, he’s always been a patient listener when it comes to you. confessing that he’s willing to talk about everything he loves about you for the rest of his life isn’t a small feat.

the day you broke down rin’s walls and entered his monochrome world, he began to believe in love again. and now he’s learned to simply love again, he’s not going to stop loving you.

and now you’re tearing up again. “i wish i could love myself as much as you love me,” you whisper. “there’s so much i hate about myself.” the words don’t roll off your tongue easily—they’re hesitant, reluctant, like a secret.

“then let me love you,” rin says. “i’ll love all the things you love about yourself and the things you hate about yourself. i’ll love you so much that you’ll learn to love the things you hate about yourself. i’ll remind you of how much i love everything you are, every day, whenever you need me, always.” his turquoise eyes are ablaze, and they look like blue-green flames, scorching with passion and love. “if you don’t want to face your fears alone, i’ll be with you. if you want time to yourself, i’ll wait for you. i’ll keep loving you, even when you’ve forgotten how to love yourself.”

when he pulls you close again, you rest your head against his torso, and you can hear the racing rhythm of his beating heart. in his arms, you feel warm, complete.

“i love you, rin. thank you. i think i really needed that today.”

rin exhales shakily, and you feel the vibration of his chest. “i love you. so damn much.” his hold of you tightens slightly, gentle but protective. “i love you because of who you are. if you decide to change for yourself, i’ll still love you. if you can’t love yourself, i love you for all the self-love you’re missing. and i’ll never stop loving you. don’t you dare forget that.”

#itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #blue lock #bluelock #bllk #bllk x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #bllk imagines #bllk fic #♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vivi #♫ songfic

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