#Sad *drabble*

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TW: Language, Angst, Unresolved Issues

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“Love you, babe but sometimes you talk too much”

You pause, smile slowly fading as the words start registering in your head. Continuing he says, “Like at first, I was glad that you finally came out of that phase to where you only spoke a few words but no it’s becoming insufferable!” He says while he and some of his friends laugh more. He glanced at you for a split second before continuing to laugh. Some people in the group glance between the both of you in disbelief while others give him a death stare. All the while you just sit there, silently with your mouth parted.

I’m insufferable? I talk too much? That’s how he’s been thinking of me this whole time?

Your eyes start to water as you run back all the interactions with him and his friends and you can hear your heart slowly breaking. Your throat goes dry with ever second you sit there and listen to him rant about how insufferable and annoying you are. To him, it was just lighthearted jokes but to you, it was the start to you slowly drifting away from and he had no idea.

You and Sanemi have been dating for about two years and you thought that you could finally be yourself with someone and not feel as though you were a burden. Though he could be a total jerk at times, he made you feel safe. Beautiful. Utterly at peace. But after that night at a mutuals get together while on the rooftop sitting on the couch he completely embarrassed you in front of all of your mutual friends, something changed. The person you thought you could rust and thought highly of you actually thought the opposite and the fact he would say such things in the guise of a joke made it worse.

Something in you changed that night while you sat there not saying a word while listening to his mini rant or “jokes”. It was as if the person who you swore to protect and promised after all these years that they finally found their safespace completely stabs them in the heart in front of everyone they knew. You felt betrayed and you also felt like you betrayed yourself by trusting him. He knew how hard you worked to get yourself to open up and genuinely feel whole again so why would he break you that way?

This downward spiral started that night when you both got home. You were radio silent as he continued to talk about how he had an amazing time at the party. He kept looking for you to agree or at least nod but he received nothing. Continuing thinking that maybe you didn’t hear him, he proceeds to ask why you stopped talking. “You know I love your voice, why didn’t you talk?” Didnt you say that I was annoying? That I talked too much? And now you love it?

You pause, not knowing that your face twisted into a mixture of anger and disbelief. You quickly turn around and head to the bedroom, not wanting to cry in front of him. He was a bit tipsy sure but aware enough to know when something was wrong and when he saw your face briefly change, there was no denying that something was up.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He says while following you to the bedroom. Since at this point you completely shut down, he wasn’t getting a peep out of you and this is something you haven’t done in over a year due to thinking he was your safespace. It’s now like you and through a factory reset and can or want to no longer talk.

You are what’s wrong.

You continue to take off your jewelry and then do something you haven’t done since the beginning of the relationship, you take the clothes you picked out for bed and go to the bathroom which snaps Sanemi out of his tipsy state. You used to do this due to the fear of being judged but slowly got comfortable with him to undress in front of him because he always made you feel like your body was the most beautiful thing on this planet. Now though, you wonder if all of that was a lie to shut you up about your body images issues you used to mention to him.

You’re questioning everything up to this point. Every word, every gesture, everything. You slam the door behind you before he could get another word in, leaving him there with a confused. Not leaving the bathroom for the rest of the night while he after a few persistent knocks, gave up and passed out on the bed. He thought that maybe you were just tired and had nothing to say at that moment. But little did he know that the weight of his words will soon be the consequences of his actions.

The next couple of weeks were quiet. Usually, you would happily wake him up in the morning with breakfast in hand and talk about yours and his plans for the day but not once did you do that. Besides the cause “morning” you basically became a ghost. He didn’t notice it at first due to usually spacing out or focusing on other things but around the end of the fourth week, he started noticing.

Your blank stares, short “yes” or “no” answers, the lack of conversations throughout the day and most of all, your voice. The one thing he thought would always be there was your voice. He worked so hard to hear that beautiful voice of yours wether you’re laughing, crying, arguing or just making silly noises and once he got to hear it, it was if he forgot how hard he worked, how much trust he had to earn to hear it. He won’t lie, you would talk his head off at times but never did he ever think you would just stop.

He sat at the kitchen table, wondering what happened or if he did something wrong to make you stop talking. To make you stop everything and then it hit him. Since the party a couple of weeks back, you have completely stopped interacting with him in the ways you used to and that he must have done something stupid in order for you to do so. Suddenly, he hears you unlocking the door to the apartment and he jumps up, shocked that you didn’t call him and that he just now noticed how distant you have been.

I’m a fucking dumbass. How did I just now notice?

Without hesitation, he walks up to you and grabs your shoulders. You look at him in shock, not anticipating what he was going to say next. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He says while watching for a reaction. You stand there and as if your mouth had a mind of its own says “Why? So you can tell everyone how I’m back to being insufferable?” And with that you could see his eyes widen. He scoffed in disbelief. “When did I say-“ before he could finish, you cut him off with a quiet “Forget it” and push by him. He froze in place by the sudden realization of what he said back then. He never meant to hurt you nor make you feel like this but of course he had to say some stupid shit and ruin what little confidence or faith in him you had.

The next hour is a one sided conversation. You silently clearing your things and he pressing you for answers. There were several things that he said that made you want to cry and furthered your desire to leave but the straw that broke the camels back is when he said in a fit of rage over your lack of response says “Actually, I’m glad you finally got the hint and stopped yapping so much. It’s been peaceful since you stopped”.

As soon as it left his mouth, he regretted every single thing he said. Tears started falling down your face and his heart dropped. “Y/N, wait i-“ you grab your bags and push by him, not leaving him any room to say anything else. You feel yourself being tugged backward by your bag. You don’t know what possessed you to do so but when you felt your hand connect with his face and the sound of it echoing across the apartment you once shared with him, but whatever did made you realized that the decision of leaving was the best one. You took one last look before uttering “we are done” and leaving, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t stick around long enough to see him trying to rush out and stop you because by then, you were in your car and long gone. Maybe it was for the best so why are you balling your eyes out, wishing you would have stayed?

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[coffeeew]

→ genre: this is just rlly sad tbh, angst, established relationship, lovers to strangers.

→ pairing: boxer seungcheol x female reader.

→ feat: jungkook from bts.

→ warnings!: seungcheol turns into kind of an asshole, swearing, an actual physical fight happens, boxing y'know, mentions of overworking and relationship neglect, gaslighting? ITS SAD, don't you say I didn't warn you, also English's not my first language so excuse my grammar 💀

→ synopsis: Ambition was the trait that made you most attracted to Seungcheol, but lately it was the thing that has been tearing you apart.

→ word count: 5k-ish

"C'mon Cheol, kill that mother fucker!"

The holler coming out of your throat came out raspy and filled with enthusiasm and anxiety as you leaned into the ring and slammed both of your hands against it.

The screams inside the stadium seemed to increase after your voice stood out of the rest making a whole mess of the crowd.

Your eyes were filled with expectation but you could feel the anxiety in your stomach and how horribly worried you were about how tense your body was and the crippling headache that was starting to hammer on the back of your head.

Soonyoung gave you a small pat on the back for support as he stared with an expecting gaze at his apprentice.

Seungcheol's body fell back a little bit by a punch coming into his jaw, however, he didn't let his opponent take advantage of it and quickly responded with a hook that went straight to the guy's side.

You harshly bit your lip and felt how your eyes were filling up with tears by all the emotions going through your head.

You didn't always get a chance to come to your boyfriend's fights, but this always happened. The anxiety of a possible knockout always got the best of you even when Seungcheol had all the advantages.

You had seen how a match could totally turn around by just one hook or punch into the gut and how easily it was to knock out a person in two seconds, and even though you trusted Seungcheol with all your heart and supported him in this, it always worried you to death.

Seungcheol's opponent flinched and took two steps back from the loss of air that the hook gave him. However, Seungcheol didn't miss out on the opportunity to connect three more punches into the guy's jaw and head.

"Come on Seungcheol!"

And a final hook to the stomach was all it took to push the guy back and make him fall making the ring shake.

The referee quickly kneeled down to see the fighter's condition.

You took a quick breath and kept it in your lungs.

Please stay down and be okay, please stay down and be okay.

"Kang can't continue the fight, Choi wins!"

The referee's voice resonated on the whole stadium by the speakers and it went straight to your pounding head.

A solid scream came out of your mouth as you quickly slipped into the ring under the last rope and rushed your way to him.

Seungcheol turned your way and lifted both his fists letting out a victory scream before wrapping his arms around you.

You could feel his sweaty chest against your cheek but you grew used to it and never found it disgusting somehow.

You pulled out of the hug after a few seconds and grabbed his head with both your hands, leaving a long peck into his lips. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

Even though the kiss didn't have any movement, it had plenty of emotions. Excitement, pride, relief but all of those emotions came from the deep love you both had for each other.

The smile and eyes that your boyfriend gave you after pulling apart from the kiss made you melt into his gaze. His sweet dimples and shiny doe eyes make you lose your mind every time.

Sometimes you really questioned how he could look at you with such love and treat you with such care and gentleness when barely some seconds before he was connecting punches into another guy's body.

But it somehow brought you warmth and a feeling of fullness in your chest. It felt like you were the only person who had this side of him and that made you feel extremely selfish but also incredibly happy.

Your little moment was interrupted when Hoshi pushed Seungcheol's head to the side, moving both of your attention to the blonde haired trainer. who had a huge proud smile on his face.

"That's my boy!"

Hoshi gave Seungcheol a little punch in the arm as your boyfriend laughed and left your side to hug his trainer.

You pursed your lips in a smile noticing how the tears that filled your eyes were now wetting your cheeks. The feeling of pride could be felt on your whole body. You were so incredibly proud of him and how far he had gotten since the moment you two met, from the moment he told you he wanted to pursue boxing as a professional and how no one was on his side.

But you were, since the very beginning, and apparently that's all he needed.

You sniffled your nose and walked to them, wrapping both of their necks with your arms and pulling them down into a hug.

"I'm so proud of you."

Seungcheol laughed and Hoshi whined in a teasing way.

"You should've heard how fucking annoying he was."

Seungcheol was sitting on one of the benches that were in the locker room as you dried his head with a towel while he hissed and complained about his opponent's attitude before reaching the ring. You were still inside the stadium.

Seungcheol always liked to stay a little longer than everyone else to wash up and take time to relax after the fight. And he liked doing this more when you were there with him to be able to share a chat before going home to directly sleep.

"He had a lot of strength though, he almost took me out twice but I refused to lose to a prick like him."

A chuckle came out of your mouth stopping your movements to dry his hair and turning to him.

"So this was all a pride thing?"

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow.

"Babe, it's always a pride thing when it comes to boxing."

This time you were the one raising your eyebrow.

"I thought it was the love for the sport."

Seungcheol did a gesture with his hand brushing off the fact.

"Sure, sure, but mainly it's pride."

You let out a subtle giggle before continuing to dry his hair.

"Well, your pride, love, and talent have taken you really far, you know? People have been stopping me on the streets to ask me about you more often."

Seungcheol raised both of his eyebrows in surprise, his eyes lost at some point in the showers trying to process what you had said to him.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

You finished drying his hair leaving the towel on the bench before sitting down beside him.

A comfortable silence filled the locker room as you tilted your head and gave a loving smile to your partner.

Seungcheol turned to you, his still damp charcoal hair falling into his face and small drips of water on his skin. His eyes were deep and looked into yours with love.

You found yourself losing your train of thoughts really often when it came to Seungcheol. He was just mesmerizing to look at, he had beautiful porcelain skin that now you were used to seeing with bruises and scratches from the fighting and his whole aura was just breathtaking.

You could feel yours filling up with tears once again.

The overwhelming feeling of pride and love filling your chest made you feel weak but at the same time so much strength.

"I'm so proud of you, I will always be."

Seungcheol's eyes suddenly we're not steady anymore, his eyebrows frowned to the center of his face and his eyes wandered around your whole face as if he was trying to memorize every single detail on it as his tongue licked his lips. He felt so lost in his thoughts before his dimples welcomes you into his smile as he pulled you by the neck into a warm hug.

If you felt mesmerized by your partner's presence you couldn't even imagine how you made him feel. Seungcheol loved every single part of you and was pretty sure he could draw your face on a perfect picture if he actually knew how to draw.

He knew every single wrinkle, mole, freckle and pore of your face from memory and would never grow tired of observing it for hours on end.

There were times where you would go on dates to the movies, or just have movie nights at home, or when you fell asleep faster than him or when he woke up first. And those were the moments that Seungcheol took to just stare into your face, body and almost soul. He would never grow tired of looking at you and every single time he did, he could feel how his chest grew tighter and how the love for you just grew and grew.

You chuckled into his skin that now smelled like soap and the minty scent of the cream he uses for soreness. The warmth brought by his body was so welcoming, cozy and it just felt right. Felt like you were supposed to be there and that you belonged there, with him.

His arms tighten against your body and you could feel how he let out a deep sigh.

"I love you so much, please never doubt that."

You were taken a bit back by the last words but you brushed it off, tightening your hold too.

"I won't."

The small bell rang as your entrance was announced in the old cafeteria.

It smelled like peanuts and cigarettes even though they didn't sell any products that contained peanuts, however, people smoking inside the establishment was common.

It didn't have the best coffee in the city, however, it had a 4 espresso shot iced Americano option and was open at the hour you needed it to be, so you grew to love it.

Also, the owner and cashier in there knew you and you had kind of formed a small friendship with them out of the 2 consecutive years you have religiously visited the establishment.

"Good morning Y/n, the usual?"

Jungkook gave you a gentle smile.

You smiled back and nodded.

"Good morning Gguk, yes, the usual, please. "

The black-haired man tapped the counter before responding.

"On the way."

You sighed and leaned back on your right leg, letting the left one rest as you patiently waited for your order.

It was 6:43 am, you entered work at 7:15 am and you were about a block away from the school you gave classes at.

You were an art teacher at a middle school. You had an art degree and even though you didn't specialize in any education ambit, you still ended up in there.

Actually, you ending up on a full time job there was never in your plans. Your father had insisted for you to apply to this school where his friend had retired as an art teacher and they were looking for a new one.

It took some pleading but you eventually agreed to do it as a part time job as you grew like an independent artist, however, you grew to fall in love with the job.

You adored teaching those middle schoolers and loved seeing them grow and take trust in you, so eventually you took it as a full time job.

"I saw you on TV."

You blinked, getting off your train of thought to look back at Jungkook. He was not looking at you, concentrated on his actions as he prepared your order.

"Really?"

You could see the start of a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, your guy really showed off, when I saw the height difference it got me a little nervous, but he handle it damn well."

He chuckled.

A feeling of pride filled your chest, every time someone mentioned Seungcheol. You gave him a closed lips smile.

"He was great."

You nodded.

"He's always great."

Jungkook didn't respond, opting for starting a new conversation.

"So, how's work?"

You shrugged.

"It's been good, been having a bit of trouble with some parents though."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is that so? Can I know why?"

You sighed and looked up, remembering the situation.

"To make it short, some parents dislike renaissance art, I have been having this problem for a while now, they were even going to start joining signatures to get me removed from the school and stuff."

Your response was followed by a quick glance Jungkook took at you before he was putting your order on the bar.

"That sounds awful, but I'm assuming everything is good now."

You nodded with a subtle smile.

"Yeah, everything's good now."

Jungkook smiled back and sighed before leaning away from the counter.

"Well, there's your beverage than, enjoy."

You quickly reached out for your bag in look for your credit card to pay the order but Jungkook interrupted your actions with his words.

"Leave it, Y/n that's on the house, in honor of Choi Seungcheol winning and you keeping your job."

You frowned and raised an eyebrow at him before continuing your search.

"I appreciate it Kookie but it wasn't me who won, and I can pay for it, you know?"

Jungkook chuckled.

"Oh, I know, but it's still my treat."

He pushed the cup of cold coffee in your direction before taking two septs back.

"Don't be ridiculous Jungkook, I'm pa-"

But the moment you raised your head to face him he was not on the place you had last seen him. You turned to the kitchen entrance and saw how his body disappeared inside.

"Oh, come on! Just let me play Jeon Jungkook."

"Bye, Y/n!"

You let out a huff and stared at the cup of coffee.

Sometimes you questioned Jungkook's weird way of acting towards you but Yoongi, the owner of the coffee shop insisted that he was like that with most people he liked (not in a romantic way) so you had nothing to worry about.

It was nice to talk to Jungkook though... you can't recall the last time you talked about your professional life with someone.

Your fingers lazily tapped the code into the apartment's door before it unlocked and opened.

A feeling of pressure immediately left your shoulders as you came inside your home, closing the door behind you and immediately getting rid of your shoes and hanging your bag on the cloak rack.

"I'm home~"

You said in a loud tone for your partner to hear you, however, you were surprised to notice all the lights turned off and a complete silence inside the apartment.

You frowned.

"Babe?"

Was he not back from training yet?

You took your phone out of your back pocket, turning it on.

A picture of Seungcheol hugging you by the shoulders and leaving a kiss in your temple that was taken by Month was your wallpaper and the hour of 8:16 pm said hi to you.

He should already be back.

Maybe he went out to buy something to eat but there was no sign of him even arriving. His gym bag was missing and so was the cap he always used to go training.

Maybe you had missed a text from him saying that he was going to spend extra time training.

Your fingers tapped the screen of your cellphone entering your messages and seeing no sign of one from Seungcheol.

"Well, that's weird."

You said to yourself as you walked directly to the room you shared with him as you entered the phone app and tapped into his name turning the phone to your ear as you opened the door.

But it went straight into voice mail.

Your frown deepened.

Was he okay? Was he already on his way? Did he go out to eat with Bang Chan? His phone ran out of battery?

The thing was that Seungcheol never let his phone run out of battery and he always made you aware of any delay of his arrival at home.

Maybe you were overreacting but maybe he was in trouble, I mean, he was now quite famous.

Maybe someone stole his phone.

You decided to call Soonyoung as you sat down on your bed.

It only rang two times before he replied.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Hoshi-ah."

"Hi Y/n, is everything ok?"

You nodded even though he couldn't see you.

"Yeah, yeah, I was just wondering if Cheol it's still with you. He hasn't gotten home and his phone is turned off."

There was a pause of some seconds before Hoshi responded.

"I mean, he left right when the training ended, he didn't even take a shower, he said he had some urgent stuff to do but I didn't question him."

"Oh..."

His answer left you puzzled.

He had stuff to do?

"Is everything okay?"

You blinked, snapping out of your train of thought.

"Oh, yeah yeah, just... call me if you know anything."

"Sure thing."

"Okay, thank you Hoshi-ah."

"No worries, girl, bye."

"Bye~"

He hung up.

Seungcheol had urgent stuff to do after training that he didn't tell you about.

I mean, yes he could have his things and maybe secrets but this was so unlike him.

You felt uneasy for some reason.

Come on Y/n, 4 years of relationship and he hasn't even once done something like this, and the first time he does you question everything.

You let your phone fall out of your hand and passed a hand through your hair.

"I'm being ridiculous."

You decided to let it be for now and go wash up. It was a stressful day. Apparently, a parent had complained, yet again, that you were being inadequate with your work when you thought your students about Renaissance art and their child had said you showed breasts and private body parts in class.

To your luck, the principal sided with you, yet again, and it didn't cause more than a headache from explaining to a middle age woman about how you couldn't censor art and such.

"Come on, a boob's not going to bite him."

But apparently, your comment was only funny to yourself.

You had finished washing up and were now drying your hair with a microfiber towel as you stared at your phone.

9:22 pm.

No text messages or calls from Seungcheol and you had tried to call him 8 times more just to be sent straight to voicemail again.

Was he really okay?

You pursed your lips, leaving the towel aside and grabbing your phone, and looking at it as if you staring deep into it was going to make a message or phone call appear.

You were really worried now. Maybe he had an accident... What if he was in a traffic accident and was now in a coma at the hospital?

"Oh shut the fuck up."

You said to yourself as you let out a deep sigh, letting your head fall back and close your eyes. 

But then the noise of the door's code being pulsed in made you jump in your place and practically run to the front door. 

You stumbled on your own feet but were there on time to see Seungcheol coming in. 

He was wearing his black cap even though it was now completely dark outside at this point. He let the gym bag fall to his feet as he took his shoes off.

"Babe?"

You called out making Seungcheol quickly lift his gaze and look at you. His eyes looked extremely tired and his body looked tense. 

"Hi, sweetheart."

Even though he looked completely drained he still gave you a sweet smile, oh how you loved those fucking dimples.

He walked to you and wrapped your body into a hug. He buried his nose on your freshly washed hair taking a deep breath as he held you close to him.

The warmth of his body made your own body melt against him, closing your eyes and passing your hands through his back, caressing it. 

"You're home late."

Your voice was million times more calm now and you could feel how all the anxiety and overwhelming feeling of worry left your body the moment he hugged you tight. 

"Yes, I'm sorry, my phone ran out of battery and I think someone stole my charger, couldn't find anyone who could borrow me theirs."

You just nodded after he finished talking, understanding the situation.

He pulled away from the hug and left a long kiss on your forehead. 

You closed your eyes to the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. 

A smile brushed your cheeks. 

"Where were you?"

He stared at your face for some seconds. Your eyes are closed, long eyelashes brush the top of your cheeks and your damp hair perfectly framing your face. A feeling of warmth started to fill his chest and his smile grew even larger. He was lucky to have you just as you were lucky to have him. 

"I just had extra training with Mingyu, I didn't tell Hoshi 'cause he gets all dramatic, you know him." 

You chuckled and nodded.

See? You got all anxious for nothing, you dramatic fucker. 

You opened your eyes and left a small peck on his lips before you two walked to your room.

"Did you have dinner?"

The question came out of your mouth as you went inside the bathroom again to put the products you used in their place. 

"Yeah, I grabbed a bite with Gyu!"

You could hear his voice coming out from the closet.

His answer made you a little bit sad. Dinner was always kind of your bonding time on busy weeks like this. But it was okay, you always had other days.

The thing is that the days of Seungcheol arriving late started to be even more frequent as time went by. And even though it made sense since he had to train harder as his rank and popularity grew, it still made you feel the sudden emptiness at home. 

The hour of his arrival was also becoming more uncertain and it kept being later and later and his part from home being earlier and earlier. 

It got to the point where you only saw him for some minutes in the morning and on Sundays, which were his rest days.

So it was just him laying down in bed, not up for pretty much anything. 

His attitude also started to change, now when he got home he didn't really announce himself, it went from spending the first minutes of his arrival hugging you and saying how much he missed you to him barely acknowledging you and going straight to take a shower to sleep. 

And you tried to take de initiative. You offered body massages that he declined saying he already had a physiotherapist to do that. The times you went up to him and said you missed him, he got a bit annoyed and said you were being clingy. You invited him to dinner which he also declined saying he didn't have time for going out and when you offered to cook at home he instantly complained at how insistent you were being and how it was easier for him to just have dinner with Mingyu or Hoshi. 

You also tried to offer to go out on Sundays, but it was obviously quickly turned down by him too. 

"Y/n, this is literally the only day I get to be at home and you want to go out, give me a break for god's sake."

But it seemed like he just didn't want to spend time with you because he also wasn't up for doing anything but staying in bed looking at his phone, and even though you were right beside him, he didn't acknowledge you once. 

And it hurt. 

It hurt to see your prospering relationship that had remained strong for 4 years starting to fall apart as his career was taking off. And you tried to convince yourself that it was just a bad moment, that you could pass through it, and that it was going to be gone soon. 

But as the days, weeks, and months passed by your hopes were starting to become weaker and weaker. 

Seungcheol was drowning himself in his passion, so greedy and ambitious. That ambition that you once adored was now the reason your whole relationship was flaking. 

Your hands were shaky as you were once again waiting for him. 

01:42 am was the hour marked on your phone. 

The apartment was freezing cold, but that's how Seungcheol had always liked it and it didn't bother you since he always made sure you didn't go through cold by keeping you close. But the nights now were horrible. You had to sleep with a sweatshirt on and a blanket over your head and the ache of his body turning to the opposite side of yours. And every time you tried to wrap your arms around him he just whined in his sleep and brushed your arms out. 

You remember the first time it happened it broke your heart, tears filled your eyes and you practically cried yourself as he slept safe and sound. 

It was now almost every night where you cried yourself to sleep while he was on the same bed, not noticing. 

You lifted your head at the sound of the code being pushed into the principal door, making you straighten your back and look over the sofa to see how Seungcheol's figure closed the door behind him, tossing his gym bag on the floor and getting rid of his cap and shoes. 

Your fists gripped into the hoodie you were wearing. It was his and it brought you comfort, comfort you had been looking for for the past months.

Seugncheol started to walk to the room but you stopped him.

"Babe."

He stopped on his feet before slowly turning to you. 

You knew your eyes were glassy and your nose and lips were still a bit red because of the crying. God, you had been crying so much for the past months. 

"You're awake."

"Yeah, I-... I wanted to have a chat with you."

Seungcheol frowned narrowing his eyes to see you better.

"Have you been crying?"

You stiffened. That was straightforward. 

"Anyways, I'm really tired, can we talk about this on Sunday? I have to be up really early and my back is killing me-"

He really brushed off the fact that you were crying so quickly. It was the first time he had acknowledged that factor in months and he just brushed it off as if it was normal. 

Has he noticed before but just opted for not saying anything?

You swallowed the question.

"No, it really can't wait, just- please Cheol, just give me some minutes, please."

He was hesitant, but he just heavily sighed and nodded walking towards the sofa and sitting down beside you, keeping his distance like he had been doing for a long time now.

You pursed your lips in nervousness, feeling the ache in your chest grow wider.

You had never felt this anxious to talk to your partner about anything, which just made you feel even worse. 

We have really grown distant. 

"Just make it quick, I really need to sleep."

His carelessness made your chest hurt and your tears fill up with tears however you swallowed the sob that was wanting to come out of your mouth for the past seconds and nodded. 

"I- You know that I've always been supportive of your career, and I'm probably the person who is most proud of you in this world. I love to see how you're doing so well in your professional life and how successful you've become. The mere thought of it makes my chest fill with pride and joy."

You tried to look for his eyes, however, Seungcheol's eyes were pasted on his own hands. And that was so unlike him, he always used to look at you in the eyes and hold your hands during talks like this. 

That only made your chest hurt even more, did he really change that much without you noticing?

Who are you?

"However, I've grown to notice that... well you just don't give our relationship time anymore, it seems like you don't care anymore."

Not a single expression was formed on his face as your voice broke on the sentence and the tears wet your cheeks. 

However, once you finished talking he raised his gaze to meet yours, and for a moment, just for a moment, you saw love in them. For a second you thought that maybe he was going to apologize and tell you that he was going to make an effort, however, he didn't. 

"I've been thinking about that too and, you know... I think I want to fully concentrate on my career, as you said, I don't have any time for us anymore so I don't see why we should keep going." 

You gasped as more tears flew down your cheeks.

He was giving up that easily? Just throwing away almost 5 years of relationship to the trash? He wasn't even going to try a little bit? 

"Just like that?"

He seemed to be taken aback by your response.

"Well, yeah, I've talked about it with my manager and-"

Of course, his manager. 

Jay fucking Park, the man who had been telling Seungcheol since the beginning of his career how he should leave you be sure you slowed his career down, and the same manager that Seungcheol had said hundreds of times he was going to replace because he didn't like the way he referred to you. 

Your head stopped listening to him.

"So this really is it?"

You interrupted. 

Seungcheol stayed quiet for some seconds.

"I... I guess so."

You sniffled as you felt more tears wet your cheeks.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

"Of course, I do, that- God Y/n please don't make this harder, I can't see you cry and you know it."

It was the first time he broke. His voice broke into a sudden sob followed by a defeated sigh.

You curled into yourself, hugging yourself and looking away before he continued talking.

"That's why I'm doing this, I love you so much that I have to let you go."

"Fucking bullshit."

You said in between your teeth followed by a loud sob. You looked back at him just to find his glassy eyes and reddened nose. 

"That's fucking bullshit and you know it. That fucking sentence's for cowards and you're no fucking coward."

He stayed silent so you continued.

"Ha-ave you ever thought that loving is also hanging on a-and persisting and trying every single fucking day even though you constantly get told to fuck off? Cause that's what I've been doing for the past 4 months s-so don't you fucking dare say you love me so much and that's why you kept- kept ignoring me and pushing me off. Leaving me to cry myself to sleep for days in a row and showing no interest in me at all."

You sobbed in between sentences and stuttered on your words. Sadness and anger mixed in your gut and making you feel like throwing up.

"I've been grieving a relationship that didn't even end yet... do you even know how useless and pathetic I felt?"

Seungcheol sniffled and let out a quiet sob, he passed his hands through his hair.

"I-Iam sorry, I just... I'm sorry but I think this is the best for me, for us." 

You shook your head as you contained another sob.

"It sure isn't the best for me, but if it is for you and tha-thats what you want then... then I'm sorry for 'wasting your good years.' "

You said, quoting what you have heard his manager tell him many times before.

It happened so quickly. The way you just stood up and packed a bag with your essentials while shedding ugly tears. How he just remained silent on the umbral of the door, passing his hands through his face and hair. 

In reality, Seungcheol was heartbroken. His chest was hurting and he was fighting with all his will the urge he had to hug you tight and apologize and beg you not to leave. But he had been totally brainwashed into thinking this was the best for him. Everyone except for his main trainer had insisted that a girlfriend only slowed him down and they have gotten so deep into his head that he fell to believe them. 

He was gaslighted by the people he most admired on the medium into thinking this was the best for him. 

But something inside him knew that it was wrong. 

She was always there for you. She never even tried to slow you down once, always insisting on you taking every single opportunity even if it meant for your time together to shorten. She was the only person who always truly believed in you, the only person who truly celebrated each one of your wins as if it was hers.

But Seungcheol had grown greedy, drunk on his own ambition. 

And the moment you passed beside him and rushed to the door with tears still falling down your cheeks and a broken heart, something snapped on Seungcheol. 

He followed you to the door and held into your wrist as you were about to walk out of the apartment, out of the life you two had created and out of the life Seungcheol had made miserable.

You just turned to him, something inside you still holding hope for him to try, to not let go, to agree about doing something about it, and not just cowardly take the easiest option. 

His glistening eyes stared into your red ones.

His eyes went from yours to getting lost in your features like he loved to do after every single tiring day. 

Seungcheol was a coward.

He stared into your long eyelashes, your beautiful nose, your once soft lips that even though they were chapped now, were still as beautiful as ever, your soft and beautiful eyes and the hair that he loved to play with and that it still perfectly framed your face.

Seungcheol pursed his lips.

"I love you, never doubt that."

You stayed silent, memories of him repeating those same words months ago in a locker room where you thought your relationship was going to be prosperous and infinite. But everything has a due date, and apparently, today was yours. 

You pulled your wrist back with weird care and took a step toward him. 

Both of you stared into each other's eyes before he leaned in for a kiss, a kiss that you corresponded to. 

Tears fell down your eyes to your cheeks, lips, and neck, meeting with his own lips at some point and feeling his own tears two.

The kiss was slow, filled with yearning, bittersweet love, and a salty ending.

You pulled away, fearing that you will beg once more for his attention and time, but you weren't going to hurt your dignity more than it already was. 

"You made me doubt it."

You answered before finally turning away and leaving, closing the door behind you and not turning back.

Seungcheol stared at the door for minutes which felt like hours before he fell to his knees.

He stared into his calloused palms, palms which you used to kiss and caress with love.

"You're gold, man, you're one of the little people in this world to let ambition get the best and not the worst of them. Keep your heels on the floor, Choi."

The words Hoshi once told him drowned his head.

Ambition had gotten the worst of him.

#scoups #scoups angst #scoups fic #caratwritersclub #kpop #drabble #au #kpop imagines #svt au #svt angst #seungcheol #seungcheol angst #svt imagine #sad drabble #svt scenarios #svt scoups #kpop au #seventeen #seventeen kpop #seventeen au #seventeen drabble #seventeen fic #kpop angst #seventeen angst

[siberat]

Pushers Get Pushed

simple little prompt based on conversation with @mr-miss-anonymous

… …

With a heavy sigh, Ambulon slumped himself down in his habsuit chair. What a night. Once again, First Aid snuck off base in the middle of the night. True, this was no surprise between them, but this wasn’t the kind of secret one enjoyed having to keep.

First Aid was being courted.

So, what was the big deal?

 It was a Decepticon. And Ambulon knew just the kind of ilk they could be.

Of course, he shared his concerns and worries with his co-worker. Aid, while a kind-natured mech, tended to be a bit naive. Ambulon feared the ‘Con would take advantage of that and hurt his friend. But the shorter doctor waved his servos and told him there was no need to worry.

And when grilled on who it was, Ambulon was flabbergasted to discover it was Vortex.

Just what the slag did the medic see in that garbage heap of a mech?

‘Why wasn’t he good enough?’ A voice tickled in his processor, but the Doctor shook the thought from his helm.

 Of the limited interactions Ambulon had with him in the past, Vortex-and the whole Combaticon gestault for that matter- were a bunch of pigs. He was vile. He was vulgar. Manipulative. Disgusting. Primus, he once hosted a movie night and broadcasted snuff films!

Talk about uncultured.

Of all the mechs for Aid to court, why did it have to be the Decepticon Interrogator?

‘Why couldn’t it have been you?’ A nagging voice spat in the back of his helm again, but the ex-con could no longer push it down. Just why did First Aid stop chasing after him? Was he not good enough?

Looking in a small mirror on his desk, Ambulon questioned himself as he picked some flaking paint off his helm. Was he ugly? Boring? Stupid?

 While happy Delphi was in the past, Ambulon missed the nights that were filled with warm smiles, lingering touches, and heart-felt conversations the at-the-time nurse gave him. They shared laughs about anything and everything. There was that sparkle in his optics that was just for him.

Now, that shine was for someone else.

And Ambulon realized just how much he missed it.

He was told he was too shy his entire life. Countless opportunities were lost because he was such a wallflower. He knew hiding in a corner was no good, but bringing attention to himself was so scary that he couldn’t make that step.

But he should have taken that leap with First Aid. He shouldn’t have pulled back from the kiss on that cold evening back on Messatine. He should have taken to snuggling with the smaller mech in his berth for warmth. For once in his life, he should have grown the ball-bearings to go for what was desired.

He shouldn’t have kept pushing him away.

… ….

write about what you know, right? :sigh: poor Amby!

#siberat writes #one sided feelings #self doubt #love lost #implied texaid #ambulon #sad drabble #Transformers

[liamfaoisidhe]

Calron? Drabble

Tamara pulls him onto the dance floor, and he can feel the eyes crawling onto him again. The eyes, as always, were on him, piercing clawing, judging his every move. Aaron had grown used to it by now, the way that everyone’s eyes were on him. What Aaron hadn’t grown used to, however, was that it was always the eyes of everyone except the one person who mattered. What he would give to have Call’s eyes on him. 

And so, as his hands find their position in this practiced dance with his best friend, Aaron rationalizes. He rationalizes like he has done each day and night since he met Call, endlessly, tirelessly, in circles. Aaron rationalizes that even if Call wanted to dance with him, he couldn’t, not with his leg as it is. Aaron rationalizes that even if he was dressed in the best clothing all of the world had to offer, Call would still look at Tamara like she hung the moon and stars. Aaron rationalizes that he would never look as good in a dress as she does. Aaron rationalizes that they are polar opposites, meant to be enemies. He rationalizes that in any world, in place, this would last enough to draw a rift between them, between what he wants. Aaron rationalizes that it’s better to play it safe. But as he spins Tamara in a twirl that has her skirt fan out and looks far better than his suit, and draws pleased smiles from the adults in the room for their performance, Aaron can close his eyes and imagine it. The way Call’s eyes could flit over, and he’d be looking at Aaron with that reverence, that gentle stare he reserved for so few. He can imagine that when Call’s bitter expression melted away into a smile for him, it meant something more. Aaron can imagine a world where they were someone else, anyone else, and they stood together, without worries of death or war or magic or Tamara. He can imagine standing beside Call, holding his hand out, and the way his eyes light up at the offer of a dance the way they do when Tamara walks in to the room. Call’s hands would be cold, like they usually were, but it wouldn’t matter, because they fit so well in his as he led him onto the dance floor. When people looked at them, their eye would not be watchful, there would be no expectations. He and Call would be free, swaying together to the music of something new and better. He can imagine that if he was someone else, as the first song came to an end, he would pull Call closer, rest their foreheads together, and tell him the truth. “I love you. I need you, Call. I need you here, and in every moment afterwards. You’re not just my counterweight; you’re my everything.” If Aaron closes his eyes for long enough, he can just hear Call’s reply. “Me too.”

#unrequited love #man i hate crushes #calron #aaron stewart #callum hunt #tamara rajavi #the magisterium #magisterium series #magisterium fic #sad drabble #fic drabble #not sure if this drabble is too short for ao3 #please join my magisterium server i am sobbing #feel free to dm me and ask about it if anyone reads this post

[burningsands99]

A Room Overlooking Gotham Zoo

A mental hospital sits on a hill, overlooking the Gotham City Zoo. Down below, penguins waddle in their enclosure. A clown makes dubiously accurate balloon animals. Ivy climbs up the side of the hospital, nearest one patient’s window. A tree near the window is full of birds. Robins, mostly, but occasionally, in the dead of night, a bat will show up too.

Once, the patient watched as a circus set up in the zoo’s parking lot. Hours later, the patient watched as emergency vehicles flooded the parking lot, and as two body bags were brought out of the main circus tent. The patient could hear the child cry. That night, the first robin landed on the tree outside his window.

Once, the patient watched as the not-so-very-skilled clown beat his assistant near a dumpster. He watched as her mascara ran down her face, little black diamonds forming on her skin. He listened as the ivy near his windowed shivered in response to her cries.

Once, the patient watched as that same clown, long-since fired from the zoo, returned in a mad rage, armed with a bomb. Among the dead was a young boy with black hair. The patient watched as he was wheeled towards the coroner’s van. That night, a bloodied bat appeared in the tree outside his window.

Once, the patient watched as a young teenager broke into the zoo at night and sat, watching the stand where the clown had worked. Before the boy left, he glanced up at the patient’s window and winked. That night, a robin with a peculiar red color appeared in the tree outside his window.

Once, the patient watched as a group of friends came to the zoo. One of the women carried an inflatable mace, and jokingly chased around the man with the plastic green ring. The other woman carried a lasso around her hip. She was a competitor in the local rodeo. She raised an elegant eyebrow at one of her friends in a way that made her seem older than she looked. The patient watched as one of the men (plaid and glasses, seemingly gentle but unsure of his own strength) admonished one of the others (the younger one, the one that always ran ahead of all of them, the one with a fondness for red shirts and fried food). Before the group left, the last friend (cloaked in green, eerie but comforting at the same time) looked directly at the patients window and smiled sadly. That night, the patient dreamed of a powerful alien in a red cap, the world’s fastest man, the mace-wielding alien with wings, the green-encompassed man with the ring, the woman with a powerful golden lasso, and the alien that was eerie and comforting at the same time, the one who knew too much.

Once, the patient watched as a family entered the zoo. An older man, a younger woman, presumably his daughter, and a young boy, no more than 10. They stayed all day, and the patient smiled at the boy’s obvious excitement at seeing the animals. Come closing time, the boy was crying. His family had left him behind. That night, another robin landed in the tree outside his window. This one was smaller than the rest.

Once, before his room overlooking the zoo, a young boy walked down an alley with his parents. A monster appeared, armed with a gun and sorrow. All the boy remembered was the sight of his mother’s pearls and the bat that hung on a nearby gargoyle. Later that year, the boy found himself in his room overlooking the zoo.

Or:

Bruce, traumatized by the death of his parents, had imagined the whole thing.

#batman #bruce wayne #batfam #gotham #damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #sad drabble #I’d say sorry but I’m not #justice league #none of it was real

[ryangravytrain]

Okay I wrote this sad drabble literal months ago, like in January months ago and maybe I’ll turn it into something bigger maybe not but enjoy

The Avs make it to the Stanley cup finals. It’s game 5 and the Avs are only three minutes away from winning the Stanley cup, they just need another goal. Ryan watches and Cale gets the puck and in a last ditch effort he shoots and by some miracle it goes in, they did it they won it all.

On his couch back in PEI ryan sits in silence. Was he the reason they could never achieve this? They never got this far with him on the team. Maybe that’s why they traded him, too much dead weight. He had to be the reason, there was no other answer. And now he had to watch as not only his ex team but his actual ex celebrate something that he could only hope for now. Maybe that’s also why Cale broke up with him, he was holding him back as well. His vision blurred with tears. He couldn’t stop them. Dougie sighed from the doorway. Watching the other man cry in frustration. There was nothing he could do, just sit back and help Ryan through this. He sat down and pulled Ryan in close, kissing his forehead as he rubbed his back. He was going to help Ryan, help him smile again.

#hockey #colorado avalanche #ryan graves #hockey rpf #dougie hamilton #cale makar #break up #sad drabble

[cryoexorcist]

They trudge in through the door, standing just inside for a moment. Though the house is filled with light and conversation, none of it ever is directed toward them. The clan is clearly busy with other things right now, which... all things considered, is okay with Chongyun.

“I’m home,” Chongyun calls out, not expecting a response. Not suprrisingly, there really isn’t one. Maybe a passing call from their mother, but nothing beyond that.

Closing their eyes, Chongyun heads up to their bedroom, where they close the door behind them. It’d been another long day of training and pushing himself, and Chongyun’s entire body is sore and aching. He’d give anything for a massage or someone to offer him food, but there’s no knock on the door.

Stripping off his clothes and setting them aside to be washed later, Chongyun changes into something cleaner, taking only a tiny amount of comfort in the freshness of their clothes before flopping face down on the bed.

It’s strange to be surrounded by people you love and still feel so lonely. It’s not like the clan’s doing it on purpose. They’re just busy. They all always are, mostly. Chongyun can’t exactly fault them. He hasn’t seen his friends much either, with them working on their own lives and responsibilities. Normally Chongyun doesn’t mind the absence of contact, or the waning bonds....

but tonight, it hurts.

#drabbles #sad drabble #please ignore chongyun #they're just sad and lonely and vaguely touched starved #they just want to curl up on someone's lap #klds;sjdflk #we're in our feels tonight

[shotmrmiller]

last post i swear.

A pathetic!simon that, with johnny's permission, approaches you as you slept.

"Lass took melatonin, something about her havin' an early start tomorrow."

Simon touches your smooth calf, squeezes it for a second before running his hand down to caress your ankle, and ends up at your dainty foot.

He digs his thumb into the arch of it, and the little airy moan you let out has him coming in his own pants.

Johnny was speechless as he watched LT walk away with a serene air about him and a pleased look in his eye.

pathetic!simon had walked into the room at 12:34 am and left it at 12:37 am.

#simon ghost riley #pathetic!simon is truly just sad #drabble

[stsgluver]

synopsis. you’d always wait for satoru.

tags. JJK CHAP 236 SPOILERS, it’s like fluff and angst but neither at the same time yk

"took you long enough."

satoru blinked twice, those icy lashes fluttering as his blurry gaze focused on the figure next to him. he hadn't heard that voice in so long that it barely felt real, a fragment in his memories.

"i thought you'd be at least a little bit happy to see me," your lips were tilted up in a grin that easily met your eyes. you're eighteen: white blouse tucked into a long skirt and your hair twisted up away from your face. there's a sliver of silver peeking up from below your collar and he didn't need to see the necklace fully to know that the characters on the bottom spelt his name.

you were gorgeous.

"i'm always happy to see you," it was unnatural for satoru's voice to be so quiet and gentle and your laugh created a symphony he'd long forgotten. it had been six excruciating years since he'd last been blessed with your joy.

the last time he had seen you you were twenty-two, a white cloth covering your body. a mission gone wrong. that was what shoko had told him and he just had to accept it, because what else could he do?

he was the strongest until it mattered.

"smile a little for me toru, i've missed you," you were bubbly but there was a tenderness in your tone. you were dead, and now so was he, it wasn't something someone could acknowledge lightly.

but he was here, with you, and so despite it all he did as you wished, the smile he reserved only for you. there was a brief moment, the two of you staring lovingly into the other's eyes as you adjusted to this new reality: one where curses didn't exist and gojo satoru was just gojo satoru.

"you waited for me?" satoru asked, his glasses dropping further down his nose as his blue eyes flicked to your lips - the lips that had once been so familiar to him.

"we all did," you nudged his shoulder lightly and pointed in the direction of a vending machine where haibara and geto were arguing whilst nanami watched in eternal disappointment.

satoru swallowed thickly, blinking quickly like that could stop the tears that wanted to spill down his cheeks.

the gentle touch of your hands against his face redirected his attention back to your pretty face. `'you're safe now, pretty boy. you've done all that you could for them, you can have peace now."

them. megumi, yuji, nobara, yuta, all of his students past and present. it hurt him to know that they were now facing kenjaku and sukuna without him, but death offered him a freedom he'd never had before. the peace you spoke of; not having to constantly be on alert for the next assignment or worry that he would be seeing his students in the morgue, it was a bliss he wanted more than he'd care to admit.

so he wouldn't admit it.

instead, he kissed you, his dead heart beating loudly in his ears as he remembered what it felt like to truly be alive.

a/n. no one talk to me ever again unless you’re saying sike this was all a big practical joke your hubby is alive

#now this wasn't too sad was it #it was cute #:DDD #— toru!! #satoru #gojo drabbles #gojo x reader #gojo #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru #gojo angst

[tteokdoroki]

katsuki being a girl dad is canon to me. there is no other truth except for this. he loves that little girl like she’s his life line — talks about her every chance he gets and has a picture of her missing her two front teeth on his desk at the agency. when she comes in on daddy-daughter work days, he lets her brag about how she has her big girl teeth now :(

he carries her round on one hip with her little red riot themed back pack in his other hand n his car keys between his teeth. sometimes if he’s wearing sunglasses to hide from paparazzi she’ll take them off to toy with them while his hands are through.

sniffs. katsuki spends extra time learning how to style and take care of her hair type — every weekend before pre school he lets her pick out the bows and hair clips and beads she wants to put in her hair.

he makes sure she knows her pleases and thank yous — he might have been a troubled kid but no daughter of katsuki bakugou is going to be impolite to people she’s never met. unless, of course, they’re stinky boys who pick on her in the sandbox. then she’s allowed to call them all sorts of names that bakugou has passed down onto her.

and bakugou, who still makes the time to tuck his little princess in at night, kiss her forehead and pull the blankets up to her nose whilst reading her favourite book for the nth time that week — even if he’s exhausted from patrol.

because bakugou is a girl dad through and through, and he loves his daughter more than he loves being in the world.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

#oh im so soo sad #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabbles #bakugou fluff #bakugo drabble #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

[hotdamnitsmoony]

effie used to let james ‘help’ her to cook while he was growing up, but he always made much more of a mess than actually helping. when regulus moved in, he offered to help effie as a way to give something back, and she taught him everything she knew, recipes and all!

when she died, regulus started cooking for james. it took one dish of effie’s special pasta to send james into a breakdown, because his mum might be gone, but her legacy lives on.

#james potter #effie potter #euphemia potter #regulus black #jegulus #james x regulus #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #marauders drabble #i’m sorry for this i know it’s sad #james fleamont potter #regulus black angst #james potter angst

[crabsnpersimmons]

thanks for the positive response to himbo Moon! he also wanted to say thanks:

some extras under the cut!

Edit: Image descriptions added!

no text version:

oh and in case you're curious about what his new body looks like, i managed to remember to take a picture of the sketch before inking! he basically has glamrock freddy's model design, except his legs and feet are more slender so he can be more light on his feet:

also... i did the math (meaning, i eyeballed a height chart with freddy's model and put the numbers in an ellipse calculator i found online)—freddy, and therefore moon here, has a bust size of 179.74 cm or 70.76 inches (almost 5'11" circumference).

writing muse: not thicc enough. the world record for the largest muscular chest is 74 inches!

...do with that information what you will

this is what i did with that information (with a cameo of @vacantfields's android moon! they've got a bit of rivalry/affair/kismesis between each other ♠️)

poor hairdresser himbo moon isn't as flexible as he used to be :')

#fnaf moon #fnaf dca #dca fandom #New Do Same You AU #Moon New Do Same You AU #Things Are Better AU #i #i am sorry for this /jk #but that 5'11" circumference my GOSH #i can't even wrap my arms around him! #but he'd probably prefer that #he prefers hugs with arms around his waist or his shoulders (if you can reach or if he lifts you up) #he doesn't like being touched on his back #there's a... sad backstory reason for that #speaking of sad! #i'll be sharing my first drabble soon! #be prepared #and #maybe check back and zoom in on this picture later for the foreshadowing i've planted #again #i am sorry #for the psychological damage i'm about to inflict on you #crab art #traditional art #digital art #traditionally inked digitally coloured

[moo-blogging]

No thoughts tonight but being close to Levi during a particularly difficult time.

It never got easy to come back from a mission with bodies of people you spent years training with. You and Levi drown yourselves into the work of tying loose ends, paperworks and funerals.

It had been days since you last slept together on the same bed. After all the reports had been sent to Erwin's office, you found Levi sitting on the bed, fully dressed. Your body was sore and your bones were heavy with fatigue and guilt. You tried your very best to be professional during the funerals but the heartbroken stares from hollow eyes of the victims' families screamed "why you? Why not our child?!"

You walked toward your side of the bed, stripping as you go. You pulled one of Levi's clothes from the pile of unfolded clothes and threw it over your head. You stole a glance at Levi, but he did not move a muscle. Signed, you climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket over your head. You turned your back toward Levi, holding yourself close.

Silence rang so loud between you. You thought for a moment. Carefully, you reach your hand behind your back and tugged at Levi's clothes. Levi was still. And then, you heard him signed. You felt bed shifted under his weight as he stood and undressed himself. He slid under the covers with his back turned toward you.

Your fingers idly touching his bareback, feeling weak warmth from him in days. Levi shifted, and his fingers interlaced with yours. Your palm is warm against his, fingers entwined carefully as if to not scare either one away.

You stayed that way for a while. You couldn't sleep. You knew he was the same too.

Then, Levi turned. And you turned too. Your bodies came together so easily, like two halves of the Yin and Yang. Levi's arms wrapped around your body like that was the only thing he was born to do; and your face fitted perfectly at the crook of his neck and collarbones as you rested your hand on Levi's chest.

You both exhaled in relief. Levi tightened and loosened his arms around you as if he was making sure you were still here with him. You rubbed your hand on Levi's chest and neck, assuring him you never left.

You planted a small kiss on his skin, promising to stay with him for life. Levi removed your hair from your face, and you finally locked eyes.

You saw a tear rolled down his cheek, and you lifted your face and kissed his lips.

#ok its 12.39am here #i need to sleep #but ugh here is soft sad levi #levi ackerman #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou #levi x y/n #midnight thoughts #levi x you #aot x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi drabble #slow life with levi

[ghost-bxrd]

Jason opens his mouth to retort when his phone starts ringing.

And not any kind of ringing, no. It’s the fucking Spooky-Scary-Skeletons song.

This is a goddamn nightmare. He should have stayed in bed.

He has exactly two options.

One, not pick up.

Which would be a good option, the best option, if it were anybody else. Because Jason knows the fucker isn’t above trying to ring up the manor itself if he feels slighted.

Two, pick up. And suffer the most awkward birthday congratulations since… well, last year.

Jason glares at each and every curious Bat watching him from the sofa as he excuses himself and heads into the hall, pressing the green button with a long suffering sigh.

“What?”

“It has come to my attention that you have not yet contacted my daughter for your name day well wishes.“

Jason thunks his head against the wall.

“I’m busy.”

“I am aware,” Ra’s says smoothly, and Jason just knows the bastard is stirring his sinfully expensive blend of tea with some golden spoon, “And yet this has not stopped you before.”

“Is there a point to this call?”

“Yes. Do make sure to call my daughter soon. She is being quite insufferable.”

Righteous indignation rises inside Jason like hot coals.

“She isn’t—“

“She has disposed of three potential tutors since this morning,” Ra’s cuts him off, and Jason’s mouth snaps shut, “Yes, I do consider this to be insufferable. And your brother has brought it to my attention that the likely cause of her irritability is your lack of communication.”

“I’m busy.” Jason repeats, but it sounds petulant even to his own ears, “Look, I’ll call her as soon as I get out of here, ok?”

“Make sure that you do. Finding instructors is a difficult enough task without my daughter culling half their numbers before they even stepped across the threshold.”

“Maybe mom wouldn’t have to dispose of them if they were skilled enough to evade her.”

“Oh, some of them were,” Ra’s says drily, “But it proved to be for naught when she decided the your brother’s pets hadn’t had enough sustenance for the day.”

…so, maybe Jason should have called.

— silly little outtake of chpt X of What You’re Longing For (you claim to abhor)

#what you’re longing for you claim to abhor #silly little comedy outtake #I’m almost sad it ended up being to cracky to keep in the story #oof #I just wanted to include good grandpa Ra’s #but suddenly it turned into a sitcom #*sigh* #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne #robin #tim drake #red hood #Damian wayne #fic #fic rec #snippet #Drabble #sneak peek #outtake #ra’s al ghul #talia al ghul #batdad #batbros #bat boys

[anton-luvr]

Hi, how have you been? I love your blog and the way you write!💖 I have a request to make, if you're comfortable with that... How would Riize react when you think they are cheating on you, but in reality it's all a misunderstanding, and they're just too busy. (English is not my first language so I'm sorry if this is a little confusing!)

# WHEN YOU THINK THEY'RE CHEATING ON YOU ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | angst | bf au ⚝ note ; im kinda busy, but im doing good!! thank you so much ily :( and don't worry abt it i understood your req perfectly!! thank u for requesting, i hope u like it <3

# SHOTARO. - for the first time ever, shotaro doesn't smile. he can only sit in silent shock while he processes your words, and the first thing he can think of to do is to hug you. holds you tight as he whispers apologies over and over again, feeling terrible that he made you think that he was cheating on you. reassures you gently that he would never, and promises that once he gets a rest day, he'll spend all his free time with you.

# EUNSEOK. - eunseok isn't one who usually shows his emotions, but pain and guilt is so evident on his face after hearing what you said. he had no idea that you were feeling this way from how busy he's been these days, and he feels awful about it. tells you that he's sorry while wiping your tears away, and he swears to himself to start treating you with more love and care from that day onwards, starting from right now.

# SUNGCHAN. - he hates himself for making you think that he was cheating on you. calls up his boss immediately with the fakest cough and sneezes, lying without batting an eye about how he was 'terribly sick' and needed 'at least two days off' to 'recover'. he spends those two days with you, never once leaving your side as he takes you out to all your favorite places and showers you with love and compliments.

# WONBIN. - even though he immediately reassures you that he's not cheating on you and spends the night with you in his arms, he still feels so bad. life still goes on as usual for the both of you the next day, him busy at work while you were busy with yours. but just to make it up to you, wonbin has a bouquet sent right up into your office - a bouquet of a hundred and one roses, reminding you that you're his one and only lover.

# SEUNGHAN. - he understands how you feel and why'd you think that way, so other than seunghan promising that he'll try to spend more time with you, he also lets you voice out your worries in detail. he listens with full attention, nodding when you mention how you didn't like one of his female coworkers because she seemed so close with your boyfriend. and right after the words have left your lips, seunghan slips out his phone and blocks her on everything, right in front of you. he wants you to rest assured knowing that he couldn't care less for anyone else in this world other than you.

# SOHEE. - sohee has not and would never cheat on you. he loves you too much for that. he tells you just that as he gently kisses away your tears, holding you tightly in his arms for the rest of the night. he feels horrible for making you feel insecure in your relationship, so he makes sure to shower you in extra affection for the next few days. breakfasts in bed, long kisses before he leaves for work, and constant updates with photos about his day to you.

# ANTON. - his heart literally shatters into pieces. he can't help but cry too, because how could he make the love of his life feel this way? he apologizes to you through sniffles and sobs, promising you that he'd never cheat on you. tries his best to finish up his work faster the next day so he can come straight home to you and into your arms.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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#got kinda sad writing this... #got even sadder proofreading it....... #sarah's 400 ! ☆ #riize #riize fics #riize angst #riize fluff #riize drabbles #riize imagines #riize reactions #riize scenarios #riize anton #riize sohee #riize seunghan #riize wonbin #riize sungchan #riize eunseok #riize shotaro #riize x reader

[cod-dump]

Alejandro likes Gaz, but he’s so damn convinced he could steal Rudy from him if he wanted to.

Gaz is gorgeous, is charming without even trying, and could befriend anyone if he put his mind to it. That last part is what led to the big issue. Rudy is closed off, picky about who he let’s close to him. He was huffy with Soap and Ghost, seemingly having a strictly professional relationship with Price— Yet Gaz was on his good side getting taste tests from Rudy’s cooking.

Rudy who had his trusty wooden spoon on ready to smack anyone who got too close to whatever he was cooking. Alejandro had been on the receiving end more times than he could count… yet here was Gaz, hugging Rudy as he cooked, them both having such a casual conversation while this was a very intimate thing Alejandro and him shared occasionally. It made his eye twitch, a pinged of fear and jealousy at the thought of his Rudy being swept away him.

He didn’t own Rudy, but he loved him like no other. None had ever come close go owning Alejandro’s heart like Rudy did. He trusted Rudy, he wanted to trust Gaz. But he couldn’t, he was paranoid that the person he treasured most in his life would be taken from him without a moment’s notice.

#ale being insecure #but he isn’t a dick about it #just quiet and sad #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #kyle gaz garrick #drabble #alerudy #gaz’s perfection making people weep